"Be kind to the poor! when the cold winds are blowing, When all grades shall meet at the just bar of God! "Be kind to the poor! 'tis a duty you owe To God and to man; and just Heaven is sure The following verses appeared in one of the Manchester newspapers (I forget which) during their writer's residence at Newton Heath : Alone in the Forest. "Alone in the forest! 'twas the midnight hour, "Alone in the forest! that weary night, "Alone in the forest! the carrion crow And snuffing the gases that upward go, "Alone in the forest! where the wily fox And seizes, and slays, and savagely mocks "Alone in the forest! where each creeping thing "Alone in the forest! I found a place Where the worn-out body might rest; "Alone in the forest! I felt as one Seized with a terrible fear, And moan'd as the wretch who dies alone, "Alone in the forest! I sank to repose, And when the bright orb of the morning arose, "Alone in the forest! I felt so sad, So tortured in heart and mind; But one thing I wanted to make me glad- "Alone in the forest! oh, let us take heed That we smile on and love one another, One of the pieces written after his return to Cleveland is entitled The Poet's Grabe. "I paced the church yard where my forefathers slept, "And I came to a grave so green and so fair, And found from the stone that a Poet lay there; "I felt that he saw me from regions above, "I remember'd the words-the lays he had sung, "For the Poet sang well ere he fled from this earth, "The Poet's lone grave, though silent, is dear, 'Tis the grave of a being whose lofty soul riven "Oh! 'tis sweet to be here and to fancy his voice, Brings a joy to the heart at the dead Poet's grave.” The true Freemason who has carefully perused the numerous (so called) masonic songs, must have been painfully struck with the low conception of the venerable craft which many of the rhyming members of the wide-spread fraternity have had. I have heard of one "Reed shaken by the wind," who, on the initiation of a man infinitely his superior in every way, on learning that he happened to be a teetotaller and a vegetarian, remarked- Then he'll never make a mason!"-his notion being that freemasonry and revelry were identical; and some of the miserable scribblers of songs, miscalled masonic, have evidently been no wiser. Save poor Burns's ever-famous "Farewell to the Brethren of the St. James's Lodge, Tarbolton," written when he contemplated becoming an exile from the land of which he was one of the brightest ornaments it has ever produced, and with a few other glorious exceptions, the things miscalled masonic songs are mere bombast, doggerel, or drunken staves, scribbled by men who have been totally unable to comprehend the beautiful system of morality, "veiled in allegory and illustrated by symbols," which they profanely profess to defend and illustrate. Whilst such trumpery effusions continue to be palmed upon us, I need make no apology for giving the following verses, even though they may fall short of that sublimity which masonic poetry ought to possess: To Masonry. "I would not be as many are, "Give me the Mason's mystic grip But from a brother's mouth. "It tells of truth, of holy truth, "Oh, happy art! that gives to all A truly good man he must be, "A cause of love, whose every plan "Then, Masonry! thou science dear, That teacheth naught but love, Keep, oh, keep us in thy sphere, "Guide us (as thou ere hast thy sons From the early days of time) To cling to Him unto the last, JOSEPH REED. "Of all the amusements that the world e'er saw, PETER PROLETARIUS. "The author is certainly a man of genius: his farce of The Register Office contains a variety of characters aptly drawn, and it has accordingly met with great and deserved approbation."-DAVIES' Life of Garrick. Joseph Reed, one of the few dramatists our district has produced, was born at Stockton-on-Tees in 1722, was brought up to the trade of a rope-maker, and afterwards succeeded his father there in that business, which he carried on until about the year 1754, when he removed to London, and shortly afterwards settled at King David's Fort, Ratcliffe Highway, where he was residing in 1782, according to DAVID ERSKINE BAKER, and "conducting his manufactory in a very extensive manner." Before leaving Stockton, he had published, in 1746, a farce entitled The Superannuated Gallant, which does not appear ever to have been acted. In 1758, his mock-tragedy of Madrigal and Trulletta was performed at the Theatre Royal in Covent Garden for one night only, under the direction of the imprudent Theophilus Cibber,* and was printed the same year. BREWSTER, in his History of Stockton-upon-Tees, and SURTEES, in his History of the County of Durham, are both in error in terming this mock-tragedy as "his first production." "It is," says BAKER, "intended as a ridicule upon some of the later performances of the buskin, and is executed with much humour." The same year, he put his celebrated two-act farce *Theophilus Cibber, "whose life," as BAKER quaintly observes, “begun, pursued, and ended in a storm," was son of the well-known poet-laureate, Colley Cibber, and grandson of the celebrated sculptor, Caius Gabriel Cibber. Like his father, Theophilus Cibber was vain enough to fancy that he could improve the plays of Shakspere,—a weakness from which even John Dryden had not been exempt. |