hand in the road of virtue.
May we be more ready to correct our own faults than to publish
the errors of a brother.
May the prospect of riches never induce a mason to do that
which is repugnant to virtue.
May unity and love be ever stamped upon the mason's mind.
May no freemason desire plenty but with the benevolent view to
relieve the indigent.
May no freemason wish for more liberty than constitutes
happiness, nor more freedom than tends to the public good.
May the deformity of vice in other men teach a mason to abhor
it in himself.
May the cares which haunt the heart of the covetous be unknown
to the freemason.
Prosperity to masons and masonry
Relief to all indigent brethren.
To the secret and silent.
The great lodge of England.
The great lodge of Scotland.
To the memory of him who first planted the vine.
To the perpetual honour of freemasons.
The masters and wardens of all regular lodges.
To all masons who walk by the line.
To the memory of the Tyrian artist.
May all freemasons live in love and die in peace.
May love animate the heart of every mason.
May all freemasons ever taste and relish the sweets of
freedom.
* * * * *
MILITARY.
May our commanders have the eye of a Hawke and the heart of a
Wolfe.
To the memory of Wellington and all like him.
Chelsea Hospital and its supporters.
To the memory of Sir Thomas Picton, and all our brave
countrymen who fell at Waterloo.
May every British officer possess Wolfe's conduct and courage,
but not meet with his fate.
May the enemy's flag be surmounted by the British standard.
May the arms borne by a soldier never be used in a bad cause.
May British soldiers fight to protect, and conquer to save.
May the gifts of fortune never cause us to steer out of our
latitude.
May the brow of the brave never want a wreath of laurel to
adorn it.
May the army of Great Britain never feel dismayed at its
enemies.
May the brave soldier who never turned his back to the enemy
never have a friend turn his back to him.
May bronze and medals not be the only reward of the brave.
May no rotten members infect the whole corps.
May the laurels of Great Britain never be blighted.
May all
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