No victims could he find, his rage to glut, And one there was whose pride it was to boast No grass should grow, nor grain spring from the sod, While men in multitudes, to manhood lost, With shout and cymbal hailed the demi-god : The demi-devil 't were more fit by far To name each thirsty thunderbolt of war: The spoilers of the earth who prowl for prey, We each look forward to some future good, NEW YORK, July, 1846. J. W. M. WAITING FOR INSPIRATION. BY A MEMBER OF EMPIRE LODGE. TO SIT and muse, with quill in hand, To conjure up all forms of thought, Till, by the dim, uncertain light, Thrown from your sulph'rous taper, You see a thousand shapes of night Such scenes may suit the addled brain But truly give a deal of pain To this poor sleepy rhymer. I've dipped, and dipped, and still the ink Oh, what a torment 't is to think! I've ranged the whole creation through, And where the comet swept the blue. I've trod the glorious courts of Jove, But not a subject could I move, Then, since the mind is loath to choose, Though thick with fancies teeming, I'll take a nightcap and a snooze, NEW YORK, July, 1846. O. J. SHORT PASSAGES FROM A LONG ADDRESS, BY A MEMBER OF JEFFERSON LODGE. Do we, as Odd-Fellows, exhibit to the world the true spirit of Odd-Fellowship -the all-conquering and universal spirit of LOVE? Do we, amid the strife of business, the turmoil of life, the hue-and-cry of partisans and visionaries, regard those duties toward each other which we have promised always to perform? **** It is well enough for us sometimes to analyze our feelings and actions, and to ask ourselves whether we are truly actuated by the promptings of that Love which our lectures and charges illustrate and teach. *** All are not Odd-Fellows, in the true sense of that word, who profess to be such. Many-too many-are members of the Order, who disgrace it by their palpable selfishness. They neither befriend nor love any one; but they expect everybody to love and befriend them. From such men nothing can be expected; and to such men it is useless to talk of friendship and love. But the true OddFellow knows what is required of him, and strives to per form it. He is often willing to forego an advantage himself, if he may thereby aid or assist his brother. *** To these latter we would say, Let not the conduct of the selfish and heartless "Odd-Fellow" discourage you. He has promised only; you have accomplished. Men will honor your truth, while they contemn his falsehood; and they will despise him while they respect you. The fact that he is a curse to the Order should make you more eager to prove a blessing to it. *** How much is there for you to perform! how many objects of sympathy are around you! You have done well in time past. -"Be not weary in well-doing." It is the duty of Odd-Fellows to illustrate in their lives and conduct the spirit of Charity. Nothing is more incompatible with Odd-Fellowship than selfishness. * * ** What is LOVE? what its spirit? It is as mild as an infant's breath, yet resistless as the lightning-shaft; it is gentle as the lamb that licks the hand of its destroyer, yet more controlling and powerful than the elements that rend the mountains. Tempest, earthquake, and fire, were less powerful than the still, small voice, that softly fell on the prophet's ear from the lips of Jehovah. So, the soothing words of kindness and sympathy will melt the heart to tenderness when the tempest of passion shall have spent its violence in vain. LovE shall conquer, and subdue, and win her trophies, when the earthquake of rage shall have wasted its energies, and the fire of hatred have been for ever quenched. |