C XLIII. The ANSWER. O Molly, if wife you would prove, They alone have a relish for joy; Too late for the hope of redress. L XLIV. ET mafonry be now my theme, And eternize each worthy brother's name; In lafting happiness abound, And with sweet union all your noble deeds be crown'd. Chor. Sing then, my mufe, to mason's glory ; Your names are fo rever'd in flory, That all the admiring world do now adore ye. Let harmony divine inspire Your fouls with love and generous fire, To copy well wife Solomon your fire. Knowledge fublime fhall fill each heart, The rules of geometry t' impart, Whilft wisdom, ftrength, and beauty crown the glorious Chor: Sing then, my muse, &c. Let noble Leven's health go round, In fwelling cups all cares be drown'd, And hearts united mongst the craft be found. May everlasting scenes of joy. His peaceful hours of blifs employ, (art.. Which time's all conqu'ring hand fhall ne'er, fhall ne'er Chor. Sing then, my mufe, &c.. (deftroy. Myy My brethren, thus all cares refign; That late pofterity may fay, We've crown'd with joy this glorious, happy, happy day. Chor. Sing then, my mufe, to mafon's glory, Your names are fo rever'd in ftory, That all the admiring world do now adore ye. XLV. N, on, my dear brethren, purfue the great lecture, And refine on the rules of old architecture: High honour to mafons the craft daily brings, To thofe brothers of princes, and fellows of kings. We drove the rude Vandals and Goths off the stage, And reviv'd the old arts of Auguftus's fam'd age; Vefpafian deftroy'd the vast temple in vain, Since fo many now rife under Leven's great reign. The noble five orders, compos'd with fuch art, Shall amaze the nice eye, and engage the whole hearts Porportion, fweet harmony, gracing the whole, Gives our work, like the glorious creation, a foul. Then, Master and brethren, preferve your great name, This lodge, fo majeftic, fhall purchase you fame; Rever'd it fhall ftand, 'till all nature expire, And its glories ne'er fade, 'till the world is on fire. See! fee! behold here what rewards all our toil, Infpires our genius, and makes labour smile: To our noble grand mafter let a bumper be crown'd, To all mafons a bumper; fo let it go round. Again, my lov'd brethren, again let it pafs, Our antient firm union, cement with a glafs, And all the contention 'mongst mafons fhall be, Who better can work, or who better agree. XLVI. H. Glory of earth, from heav's reveal'd; AIL Mafonry! thou craft divine !! Which doth with jewels precious shine, Chor. Chor. Thy praifes due who can rehearse, As men from beafts diftinguifh'd are, For what's in knowledge choice or rare, From fcorching heat and piercing cold, The mafon's art mankind defends. From which mankind receive such aidi Art's free-born fons fuch toys difdain. Sweet fellowship, from envy free, Then in your fongs be juftice done And let each brother bear a part. XLVII. Hurfday in the morn, the nineteenth of May,. THR Recorded for ever the famous ninety-two, Brave Ruffel did difcern, by dawn of day, The lofty fails of France advancing now: Leb Let every hand fupply his gun. That the battle will be foon begun. To meet the gallant Ruffel in combat on the deep. He led a noble train of heroes bold, To fink the English admiral and his fleet. Whilft a flood, all of blood, With thunder and wonder affright the Gallic fhore ; Now they cry, run or die, British colours ride the vanquifh'd`main. See they fly amaz'd through rocks and fands; The nymphs and fea-gods mourn their loft eftate; Now we fing, blefs the king, Let us drink to every British tar. TH XLVIII. HE Chevalier, being void of fear, But e'er next morn proclaim'd the cock, We heard another craw, man, The The brave Lochiel, as I heard tell, They loos'd with dev'lish thuds, man: They turn'd their back, the foot they brake, Before he tafted meat, man; Did *Monteith, minifter of Longformacus, a volunteer, happened, the night before the battle, to come upon a Highlander, eafing nature at Prefton, threw him over, took his gun away, and carried it as a trophy to Cope's camp. + Mr Simpfon minifter of Falla, volunteer, who brag'd that he would convince the rebels of their error by the force of his arms, having for that purpose, five piftols, viz. two in his pockets, two in hulfter cafes, and one on his belt. |