through the eye of faith can we behold what is to come hereafter, and only through a firm reliance upon the Divine promises can we satisfy the yearnings of an immortal soul. The cradle speaks to us of remembrance--the coffin, of hope, of a blessed trust in a never-ending existence beyond the gloomy portals of the tomb. Let these reflections convince us how vain are all the wranglings and bitterness engendered by the collisions of the world; how little in dignity above the puny wranglings of ants over a morsel of food, or for the possession of a square inch of soil. What shall survive us? Not, let us hope, the petty strifes and bickerings, the jealousies and heart-burnings, the small triumphs and mean advantages we have gained, but rather the noble thoughts, the words of truth, the works of mercy and justice, that ennoble and light up the existence of every honest man, however humble, and live for good when his body, like this remnant of mortality, is mouldering in its parent dust. Let the proud and the vain consider how soon the gaps are filled that are made in society by those who die around them; and how soon time heals the wounds that death inflicts upon the loving heart; and from this let them learn humility, and that they are but drops in the great ocean of humanity. And when God sends his angel to us with the scroll of death, let us look upon it as an act of mercy, to prevent many sins and many calamities of a longer life; and lay down our heads softly and go to sleep, without wrangling like froward children. For this at least man gets by death, that his calamities are not immortal. To bear grief honorably and temperately, and to die willingly and nobly, are the duties of a good man and true Mason. Ode. Tune--Naomi. C. M. When those we love are snatched away, By Death's relentless hand, Our hearts the mournful tribute pay, That friendship must demand. While pity prompts the rising sigh, With awful power imprest; May this dread truth, "I too must die," Sink deep in every breast. Let this vain world allure no more; Behold the opening tomb! It bids us use the present hour; Tomorrow death may come. The voice of this instructive scene May every heart obey; Nor be the faithful warning vain Which calls to watch and pray. At its conclusion the Chaplain will read the following passages: Lo, He goeth by me and I see Him not. He passeth on also, but I perceive Him not. Behold He taketh away, who can hinder Him?