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GREENSBORO, N. C., THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 16, 1875.
The Pillar of Beauty.
■' Scatter the gems of the beautiful!
l!y the wayshle let them fall,
That the rose may spring by the «ttage gate.
And the vine on tlie garden wall;
Cover the rongli and rude of earth
With a vail of leaves and tlowers,
-Vudinark with the opening bud and cup
The inarch of summer’s hours.
“• Scatter the gems of the beautiful
In the holy shrine of home !
Tct the pure, the fair, and the graceful there
In the loveliest lustre come ;
I.eave not a trace of deformity
In the temple of the heart,
15m gather about the earth its germs
Of nature and of art.
Scatter the gems of the beautiful
In the temple of our Goil—
Tlie God who starred the uplifted sky.
And flowered the trampled sod ;
Wlien He built a temple for Himself,
And a home for His priestly race,
Ho. reared each .arch in symmetry
And curved each line in grace.
Scatter the gems of the be..utiful
In the depths of the human sold ;
They bud and hlo.ssom, and hear the fruit,
M'hile the endless .ages roll.
Plant with tiie flowers of eharitj’
The portals of tlie tomb.
And the fair and pure about His patii
In Paradise shall bloom.”
Washington as a Mason.
The recent grand Masonic demonstra
tion in New York City on the occasion of
dedicating the nsw Masonic Temple in
that city finds additional interest in the
contemporaneous publications in the New
York-HemW of two fac simile letters
written by the immortal Washington to
his Masonic brethren in New York.
Washington was a devoted member of the
Order, and the letters we print show how
easily his obligations as a Mason blended
and harmonized with his higher obliga
tions as a patriot.
Ill January, 1782, certain members of
the fraternity in New York forwarded to
their illustrious fellow workman a num
ber of Masonic ornaments, with an ad-
dres.s expressive oftheir admiration for
his character as a man and a Mason. It
brought forth the following reply. Few
of the writings of the Father of his coun
try contain more in a small space that is
characteristic of him as a patriot and a
Mason than does this letter. He says:
“If my endeavors to avert the evil with
which this country was threatened by a
deliberate plan of tyranny should be
crowned with the success that is wished,
the praise is due to the Grand Architect
of the Universe, who did not see fit to
suffer his superb structures of justice to
be subjected to the ambition of the princes
of this world or to tkeTod cf oppression
in the hands of any person upon earth.”
In 1796, fourteen year.= after the above
words were written, and w'hen his sec
ond term was drawing to a close, a com
mittee was appointed to 'form an address
I to be presented on the ensuing Feast of
I St. John, December 27, to the Great Mas-
: ter Workman, our illii.striou.s Brother
Washington, on the occasion of his in
tended retirement from public labors.’
The address was presented, and elicited
the following feply :
‘Fellow-Citizens and Brothers of
THE Ge.and Lodge OF Pennsylvani.a;—
I have received your address with all the
feeliug.s of brotherly affection, mingled
with those sentiments for the Societv
which it was calculated to excite.
‘To have been in any degree an instru
ment in the h.ands of Providence to pro
mote order and union, and erect upon a
solid foundation the true principles of
government is only to have shared with
many others in a labor the result of which
let us hope, will prove through all ages a
sanctuary for brothers and a lodge for the
‘Permit me to reciprocate your prayers
for my temporal happiness, and to sup
plicate that we may all meet hereafter in
that eternal Temple whose builder is the
Great Architect of the Universe.’
On the I4th of December, 1799, the
“Great Master W’orkman” died.
In American estimation, the recent in
stallation of the Prince of Wales as the
head of the Order in Great Britain is a
feeble testimony in comparison with the
membership of Washington. The Amer
ican people will be slow to believe that an
Order of which Washington w'as a zeal
ous member has any aims inconsistent
with public or private virtue. There
must be some merit in an institution
which had attractions for a man of his
solid understanding and moral worth.
His name alone would render. Masonry
respectable ; but a large proportion of the
illustrious men rvhom American citizens
delight to honor were Masons. Lafay
ette was a Mason ; Andrew Jackson and
Henry Clay were Mason.s.—We should
make a long catalogue indeed if we were
to insert all the names of illustrious pa
triots who belonged to this fraternity.
Advice fob the Married.—-Preserve
sacredly the privacies of your house, 3’our
marriage state, and your heart. I.et not ‘
I father, mother, brother, .sister, nor any '
I third person, ever presume to come in
I between you t wo, or to share the joj's and
i sorrows that belong to you two alone.
' WTth Heaven'.? help build your own quiet
j world, not allowing the dearest earthly
j friend to be the confidant of aught that
I concerns your domestic pe.ice. Let alien-
j ation, if it occurs, be healed at once.
Never speak of it outside, but to each
other confess, and all will come out right.
Never let the morrow’s sun still find you
at variance. Renew or review the vow
at all temptations—it will do you both
good. And thereby your souls will grow'
together, cemented in th.at love which is
stronger than death, and you will become
Finding out the Secrets.
Mrs. Broivn and her gossip, Mrs. White
were conversing about husbands and the
secrets of Freemasonry. Mr. Brown was a
Freemason, and the fact of not being able
to share the secrets of the order with him
made Mrs. Brown very unhappy. She
was pouring out her grief to Mrs. White,
and saying for the thousandth time : “I
wonder what they do in the lodge room.’’
“I have no doubt hut it’s dreadful,’’ re
replied Mrs Whitj. “But if my husband
was a Mason I'll bet I would find out what
“But how ? They dare not tell.”
“Ah ! but I'd make him tell.”
"How? oh, how?” asked Mrs. Brow'n,
“Hush! I’ll tell you ; but don't breathe
it for the world, because its a dead se
“No, no: I won’t.”
‘■Well, do you know that tickling a per
son’s ear when they are a.sleep will make
“No : will't though?’'
“Y’es. Now. you wait until Brown
comes home from the Lodge the next time
and have a broom-straw in the bed with
you. When he gets asleep, you tickle his
ear with it gently and he ivill begin to
talk about what he has been doing at the
Lodge, and in this way you can get the
whole business out of him,”
Gracious me ! You don’t sav so, Mrs.
“To be sure I do. I always get my bus-
band's secrets out of him in this way./
“I'll do it ; I’il do it.”
“And you’ll tell me all about it, \yon't
“Certainly. But you must never say
anything about it.”
“Oh, of course not. I’m very close
mouthed,” replied Mrs. White, earnestly.
So it was agreed "upon, and they separ
ated. But iiufortunately, Mr. White had
overheard the conspiracy, and lost no time
in informing Mr. Brown, who laughed
heartily over it.
A few nights afterward Brown attended
a meeting of his lodge, and his wife was
all anxiety regarding it. On retiring, she
armed herself with a spray from her
broom and wakefully waited for her lord
and master to return. At last she had
almost, broken down the vail of secrecy
which had troubled her so long, and her I
heart beat, wildly when she heard him ‘
open the front door and come in.
Of course she pretended to be asleep,
and did not see the comical smile on her-
husband's face as he turned up the gas
and began disrobing for bed. But lie
said nothing, and in a few moments i-e
was comfortably tucked in andgivingout
premonitory indications of approaching
Then Mrs. Brown opened her eyes i
cautiously, and convinced her.=elfthat he i
had gone to that land from which sleepy j
husbands never return until some time the '
next day. Cautiously she reached under
her pillow, and took the broom-straw from
its hiding-place. Then she reached over
carefully and began to tickle her hus
band's ear, and he was all the while doing
his best to keep from exploding with
Finally he began to talk a little, and
her ears were keenly alive to every sylla
“Yes, he must die,” said he. “He be
trayed our secrets to his wife, I’ve got
to kill him—the lot fell on me.”
Mrs, Brown screamed and leaped from*
the bed, while her husband, unable longer
to control himself, gave vent to laughteiv
and disturbed the neighbors for the next
ten minutes. But they never came to’
any understanding about the strange af
fair. She never asked him what he was
laughing at, and he never inquired what
it was which made her scream and ’eap^
out of bed so quickly.
Mrs. Brown and M»s. White don't
speak now. She thinks Mrs. White play
ed a joke on her, and she seems to have
lost much of her anxiety regarding the
secrets of Freemasonry,
What to Teach oiir Daughters.
Give them a good, substantial, common
education. Teach them to cook a good
meal of victual.?. Teach them to darn
stockings and sew on buttons. Teach
them how to make b’-ead. Teach them
all the mysteries of the kitchen, the din
ing room and the parlor. Teach them
that the more one lives within his income
the more he will save. Teach them that
the fuither one lives beyond his income
the nearer he gets to the poor house.
Teach them to wear calico dresses—and
do it like queens. Teach them that a
rosy romp is worth fifty delicate con
sumptives. Teach them to wear thick,-
warm shoes. Teach them to foot tip store
bills. Teach them that God made them
in his own image and that no amount of
tight lacing will improve the model.
Teach them every day hard,, practical
common sense. Teach them self-reliance.
Teach them that a good, steady mechanic
without a cent, is worth a dozen oily
pates in broad-cloth.
Teach ihern accomplishments—music,
painling, drawing, etc,.—if you have the
time and money to do it with. Teach
them not to paint and powder. Teach
them to say “jNo,” and stick to it, “Yes,'’
and stick to it. Teach them to regard
the morals not the money of their beaux,
Teach them to attend to the essential
requisites of usetul life, truth, honesty;
uprightness—.then at a suitable time to
marry. Rely upon it, that upon your
teaching depends, in a great measure,
the weal or woe of their after life.—/?»-
ral Neve YorJ:.
Faith ends in sight, IIoIe in fruition,
but CiiARn-Yextends beyond the grave,
through the boundless realms of Eternity