Gilpin observer., 1908-12-10
LODGE OF SORROW
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rights and IN the PRONUNCIATION of the
religion of humanity. This is due as
much to the spirit and teaching of
fraternalism as to any other factor in
this modern age, and it may be truly
said that this is the age of fraternalism.
Nor shall we ever lend helping hand
to the conspiracy of man against man.
Thus Cicero conspired with Brutus who
dealt the unkindest blow of all to his
friend Caesar. Behold his fate, aye,
behold the fate of both Behold the
great Caesar who spared not the blood
or sentiments of man, falling down at
the foot of Pompey's statue whom
Caesar once vanquished and in whose
visage fallen Caesar must have beheld
Pompey's scorn and the irony of fate
Behold the fate of Cicero, one of the
conspirators, pursued to his death by
Marc Antony, in fulfillment of the law
of retribution.. Behold the blood-stained
Brutus, the victor for moment, there
after falling upon his own sword and
going down to history, unpitied and un-
wept of mankind. AS Brutus had his
Phillip, so, too, Napoleon, that great
general of carnage, met his Waterloo.
The exploits of these illustrious gen
erals excite our wonder at the might
and mightiness of their genius for the
glory of war and plunder, but their
memory never brings tear to the
human eye, nor evokes a sympathetic
response in the human heart.
These immortal sentiments, this un-
dying belief, justify the beginning and
glorify the end of life. AS it is not all
of death to die, so, also, it is not all of
life to live. There is mission every
soul has here, as hereafter, to do and
dare. Many an inspiration may be found
in history. The place. the Colosseum;
the age, the Roman; the occasion, the
gladiatorial fight between man and
beast. Behold the monk Telemachus
going with uplifted hand into the arena
of death and beastly combat, to save
his fellowman from so cruel fate. So
may we emulate the worthy example
of this monk who saw in the image and
mission of his fellowman worthier
purpose than that of sacrificing himself
to the merciless combat of man and
beast.
The qualities of charity, justice and
brotherly love, are the surest guaranty
of mans redemption while yet on earth
from the serfdom of adversely. Mercy
is not exclusively the attribute of kings;
it is as universal as the human heart. 1t
is the grand commoner Of the humani
ties of man, the teacher Of the hearts
religion and the prophet of the ele-
walton of mankind. The lending of
helping hand like charity, comes from
the heart, while the lending of dollar
comes from the pocket, the one passes
at its marked value with friend or foe,
while the other unites US with price
less brother, and thus the circle of
fraternalism is made complete.
Fraternalism is religion without dog
matism, and theology without creed, it
offers the helping hand to the poor of
teaches that to be prince or rich with
out philanthropy of heart and purse, is
the relic of heartless age, and that to
be man though poor, without help
ing hand, is crippled soul. Whether
in the dim twilight or the purple dawn
of day, the Silly midnight of darkness
and dismay or the mondays burning
sun, forget not that well-done deed is
reflected in the sky of love. At the
latticed window of life's fading light,
stay while and watch. The watch
word is fidelity. The feverish dream of
some poor soul will soon be over and
like ray of heavenly light and depart
ing soul of another will take it's flight.
Then will it, indeed, be whispered from
soul to heart, how sweet was that
fidelity that placed the cooling touch of
helping hand upon the fevered brow;
that moistened with tear the parched
lips, and spread the white shroud of
sine Gritty and brotherly love over a
brothers lifeless form. AS unto others
thou hast done, so will some helping
hand extend and lead thee on. Fraternal
priestess, lead us on! With willing
hearts and helping hands we come and
go; lead thou us on!
Memory and history are said to distin-
guish man from animal. AS history is
the greatest achievement of the human
race, memory is the crowning glory of
the human soul. Memory is the prism
of the mind which breaks the faintest
ray of light into colors of beauty; it
analyses the motives of our fellowman,
and whatever that motive may be,
separates and finds in each element and