law office alone was seen to be open, and a gossiping old woman said afterward, that those two pillars of society were engaged at a game of chess as the dead went by. But the dead was not rendered unhappy by their indifference. The poor dog, who walked sadly under the bier, never raised his head to observe it. Gossips soon forgot it. Do you forgive it, and forget it, too.

They laid him right, poor Brother Bauer, of Berlin, as they had been often taught to lay dead Brothers right. He will rise properly when the signal is given. Side by side with six others, who are lying right by his side, he will rise, and the rank will stand steady before the Master, all silent and inert though now they be. He lies right. Grovel, and bore, and gnaw as you may, foul earth-worms; bear him piece to piece to your holes, yet know that you can not affect his resurrection. He lies right; he will rise right.

And though the mystery was never solved, who, or what, or whence this stranger, who came to Papyrus only to enter one of its graves-and though Benevolence Lodge will probably never have an assurance upon the subject, who can say they committed an error in laying that dead man right, against the resurrection day?

Yourself, intelligent reader, being the judge, for I deem you to be a Mason, were they right or wrong?

By the craving for decent interment which all men evince; by hopes having reference to a future state, which inspiration has implanted within human

breasts; by the dead who have been raised by divine power, as witnesses to the truth of the doctrine of the resurrection; by symbolic illustrations often repeated in our lodges; by tried and trusty blocks in our foundation walls; by answers to prayer never denied by a prayer-hearing, and prayer-loving, and prayer-answering Deity, the great I AM, willing, as he declares, to be daily importuned by mortals; let the Masonic dead have Masonic burial! Give no ear to those teachers who denounce this tried doctrine of Masonic philosophy! They who leave the tenement of flesh trusting in the power of God to reunite soul and body, shall know their former homes again!

The Badgered Witness.

A TALE OF TESTIMONY.

Inscribed to Bro. George W. Bartlett,

OF SALEM, INDIANA.

HE question how far a witness is compelled to answer inquiries put to him at the bar remains unsettled. To judge by John Q. Adams's theory (as expounded in his "Letters on Masonry"), one would suppose there was

no reservation on this head. Yet it is wellknown there is: the confidence of the confessional, state secrets generally, the communications of criminals to their attorneys, and all testimony which would criminate the witness, are exceptions, so acknowledged in all courts, and by none better understood than Adams himself.

'Tis true, a person is obliged to tell the whole truth before he knows how much of the truth he will be required or permitted to tell; but it is well understood, in judicial cases, that the party who summoned the witness only desires that portion of his testimony which favors his own cause, while the opposite party watches, with hawk's eyes, for an opportunity to seal his lips, so that the whole truth may not appear. Between the two, did ever a witness tell the whole

truth? Is there not, more or less, mental reservation in all witnesses as to certain parts of the testimony? The following is in illustration:

In a trial that occurred somewhere in New York, during the Antimasonic warfare of 1826-36, a witness had been subpenaed, who was expected to give highly important testimony for the defendant, in proving title to a large tract of land which was in dispute. The plaintiff's counsel were, of course, anxious to stop the mouth of evidence that couid injure their case so much; and when they learned that the witness, as well as the defendant, was a Royal Arch Mason, they seized upon the fact as a snub at the outset.

No sooner was Mr. Perry summoned to the witnessbox, than one of the circuit bullies accosted him in his harshest manner, and the following conversation took place,:

"What's your name, sir?" "Perry."

"What else beside Perry?" "Barnabas W. Perry."

"Well, Mr. Barnabas W. Perry, are you the same Barnabas W. Perry whose name is recorded here?" -pointing to a catalogue of the members of a neighboring chapter-" the same Perry, did you say?" "I didn't say anything on that subject."

"Well, then, say something now. Are you the same Barnabas W. Perry? Come, out with it!" "My name is Barnabas W. Perry, as I told you; that's as much as serves to identify me, I

suppose.

I appeal to the court for protection against this man's insolence."

Here the judge, who had been slightly dozing, woke up suddenly, and asked what was the matter?

"Here is a witness, sir, who refuses to testify as to his name, please your honor," said Bully.

"Is that so?" inquired the judge, with surprise. “I told him that my name was Barnabas W. Perry, judge, and then I appealed to the court to protect me from his rude and insulting questions."

Here a gray-haired attorney rose to clear the puzzled mind of the court by an explanation.

"Mr. Perry was inquired of as to whether he was the same person whose name appears there in a certain printed catalogue, please the court.'

"And did you decline to reply?" asked his honor. "I did decline, judge, both on account of the insulting tone the counsel adopted, and because the question is not at all relevant to anything which I have to relate concerning this suit.'

"Remember your oath, sir," interposed Bully, fiercely. "I demand, on your oath, are you the same Barnabas W. Perry?'

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My oath, sir, has reference to my subpena, and says nothing about any Royal Arch catalogue," responded the badgered witness; "therefore I shall not reply."

"You must answer the counsel's questions," observed the judge, mildly; for Mr. Perry was an intimate friend, and a man of weight. "Witnesses are not allowed to be judges of relevancy. Give your