Deputy Grand Commander, V. Em. Sir George H. Allen; Grand Generalissimo, Em. Sir Edward L. Freeman; Grand Captain General, Em. Sir James Swords; Grand Prelate, Em. and Rev. Sir John W. Dadmun; Grand Senior Warden, Em. Sir John B. Sanborn; Em. Sir Wm. J. Cozzens as Grand Junior Warden; Grand Treasurer, Em. Sir James H. Upham; Grand Rocorder, Em. Sir Alfred F. Chapman; Em. Sir Thomas L. Allen, as Grand Standard Bearer; Grand Sword Bearer, Em. Sir Walter Cutting; Em. Sir W. H. H. Soule, as Grand Warder; Grand Captain of Guards, Em. Sir Nathan S. Kim. ball, and Em. Sirs Samuel G. Stiness, Edwin Wright, and Charles Harris, Grand Lecturers.

The Grand Commander's entrance was greeted by a salute from Beauseant Commandery, and the Jubilate Deo," sung by Sirs W. R. Bateman, E. F. Webber, H. A. Cook and A. C. Ryder, of the Temple Quartette, accompanied, as was each of the twenty-nine vocal selections sung during the ceremonies, by Sir George W. Gerrish, on the organ, and by Sir Thomas M. Carter's Orchestra of eight pieces. The music for fourteen of the vocal numbers, including the "Te Deum," was specially prepared for this occasion by Sir Knight Gerrish, and the entire musical programme was one of the grandest ever given by this quartette.

The officers of the Grand Commandery immediately assumed the stations of honor, and the consecration was commenced by the reading of passages of Scripture by the Grand Prelate, Em. and Rev. Sir John W. Dadmun, followed by the "Gloria Patri" by the quartette, and then by prayer by the Em. Grand Prelate. V. Em. Sir George H. Allen, the Deputy Grand Commander, made the formal announcement in regard to the establishment of the new Commandery, and the Commandery was formally constituted by R. Em. Grand Commander Chapin, and Em. Grand Prelate Dadmun solemnly dedicated it "To our most eminent and worthy Patron, St. John the Almoner." The Acting Grand Warden, Em. Sir W. H. H. Soule, then formally proclaimed Beauseant Commandery to be legally constituted.

The following officers were then installed: Eminent Commander, Sir Frederic J. Foss: Generalissimo, E. Sir Charles L. Davenport; Captain General, E. Sir Dana J. Flanders; Prelates, Rev. Sir R. Perry Bush, Jr., Sir T. F. Martin; Senior Warden, Sir Rudolph Kramer; Junior Warden, Sir Jesse Cudworth; Surgeon, Sir George Lunney, M. D.; Treasurer, Sir Joseph L. Bicknell; Recorder, Sir Allen J. Chase; Sword Bearers, Sir Thomas W. Hough and William C. Davenport; Standard Bearers, Sirs Loring E. Wheeler and George Cofran; Warders, Sirs Henry D. Wilder and George H. Swazey; Guards, Sirs James Emerson, Henry B. Jacobs, Frederic C. Currier, Edward G. McInness, Lucius B. Wright and Frank H. Parker; Organist, Sir Robert W. Burnham, and as sentinel, Sir Henry L. Putnam.

The two silk banners were then consecrated. One is typical of the Order of the Red Cross and the other of the Orders of the Temple and Malta. They were painted by Sir T. C. Savory, and had been presented by Em. Sir Nathan J. Simonds, a Past Commander of Hugh de Payens Commandery, and Sir Hugh Cochrane of Beauseant Commandery.

The Asylum was dedicated in the usual solemn manner, and concluded by some pleasant allusions to the fact that yesterday was the 60th birthday of Commander Foss. A banquet and a ball brought the affair to a pleasant termination. Boston Journal, Oct. 26.

BOOK NOTICES.

WE have received a copy of "A History of Freemasonry and its Progress in the United States of America: Republished from Findel's History of Freema sonry," By Rt. Wor. Bro. Rev. E. M. Myers, at Petersburg, Va., October, 1887.

We quote the "Introduction :

"In presenting this History of Freemasonry in America to the Fraternity, no claim is made by the compiler to originality of composition, as history can only be record of facts. It is, therefore, only given as a faithful transcript of events and the progress of the Order. The information which it contains may be considered authentic, as it is derived almost entirely from the History of Freemasonry by Bro. J. G. Findel, whose indefatigable exertions and deep researches entitle him to be ranked as an eminent and learned Masonic authority.

"As a very large number of American Freemasons know so little of Masonic history in the United States, and as Brother Findel's work is hardly likely to come under the notice of but very few, the publisher of this pamphlet has been induced to put it before his American brethren in its present form, which it is hoped will interest and instruct them."

It is a pamphlet of thirty pages, neatly printed. Price, 25 cents.

WOMAN'S WORK is the title of a new venture in the literary world, published at Athens, Ga., by T. L. Mitchell. It is a sixteen page folio, and very creditably gotten up. The work is to be a journal of domestic economy, to be issued monthly, at fifty cents a year. It is edited by Mrs. Ella R. Tennent, who, by the first issue, indicates her ability to "perform well her part." It breathes the true spirit of the woman, and cannot fail to be welcome in any household.

THE New Princeton (A. C. Armstrong & Son, New York, publishers,) for November comes as usual laden with its good things. Charles Dudley Warner gives the leading article, a very appreciative discussion of the character and writings of Shelley; Geo. Wolsey Hodge presents "A Scheme for Church Reunion," worthy of careful consideration. William Nast gives us a little insight into the character of one of the great men of literature in his "Recol lections of David F. Strauss." Other articles are "American History in the French Archives,” “The American Idea,” “Dean Plumpter's Dante,” a story by Grace King, "The Drama of an Evening," criticisms, reviews, etc. The "Analytical Index" is very fine. Indeed we know of nothing in magazine literature equal to it.

S.

It was the day before Christmas, and it was true Christmas weather in all its completeness. Old Mother Earth, with pardonable pride, had wrapped herself in her white mantle of royalty for the grand occasion, and the roguish wind went rushing through the leafless branches with as much assurance as though winter could not do without its icy breath.

The elegant country home of Bess Hinshaw had donned its gala. dress for the holidays, as her circle of friends in the city, with whom she had been spending the early winter weeks, had expressed a desire to indulge in a regular old fashioned Christmas frolic. was the only child of wealthy parents, and consequently her slightest wish was law and delight to them, and at her request the Lindens had been made ready to receive a score of her friends, and never had its walls echoed the laugh and jest of a merrier company.

While Bess was apparently the life of the party, yet she was far from being happy, and if one had asked her the cause she could not have rightly defined her feelings. For several weeks the rich and distinguished Ralph Mathews had been striving with all his power of persuasion to win her affections, and to some extent he had succeeded; in fact, he had accompanied her from the city,

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with high hopes, fully believing that she would become his betrothed before his return.

He did not know of a little meeting down by the gate in the hedge, where Guy Rulon had stood in the November moonlight, and tenderly whispered the old, sweet love message, and Bess"Queen Bess"-as he loved to call her, had lifted her head with shy, proud grace, and replied:

"You love me, Guy! What an idea! Why, I have known you all my life. You have carried my school books in summer, and hauled me on your sled in winter. I would almost as soon think of falling in love with a brother."

Then his manly form had drooped, his noble head bowed itself, and his words fell falteringly and full of regretful misery.

"Forgive me, Bess! I had forgotten that you are the heiress of the Lindens, and that I am but a poor boy, and unconsciously I have taken advantage of your graciousness; but, Queen Bess, my love cannot dishonor even you, or your position. It is pure and true, and shall endure until the end, although I shall not forget that the mountain of delight whose summit is crowned with the glory of your presence, is inaccessible to me."

But wayward Bess had not thought of his poverty. If she loved him, had she not wealth enough for both? It was only that she had become so accustomed to his attentions that she did not know her own heart.

"Oh, Guy, it isn't that!" she had said hastily. "You don't seem to understand, and I do not know how to tell you. While I could not do without you, yet I do not love you as you appear to love me. Let us tend like' you have not asked me to be your wife, and remain the dear, good friends we always were." And Guy Rulon, with his heart thrilling with the bitterest pain, had gazed down upon the slender, lissom form, had feasted his eyes upon the dark, rich beauty of her face and the glory of her brown eyes, then had clasped her hand closely in his, as though he would not let her go, the sad good-bye had been said, and she had passed up the path in the beautiful moonlight, and left him alone in the shadows.

But six weeks had passed, and somehow Bess had missed his earnest, thrilling glance and his firm, true hand-clasp, amid all the gayety of the city, and she could but contrast his thoughtful, honest

words with the meaningless flattery of Ralph Mathews, very much to the disadvantage of the latter.

The day preceding Christmas had been a busy, happy one at the Lindens, and late in the afternoon it was found that in some unaccountable way the mistletoe had been forgotten. All the ladies declared that it would not be Christmas without the charm of the mysterious mistletoe, which grew alone for the occasion.

Bess remembered the location of an old, giant oak, whose topmost branches were decked with the magic green, and she declared her intention of going at once for it, and, of course, Ralph Mathews offered his company. Accordingly the dainty fur lined sleigh, with its high-stepping bay horse, was gotten in readiness, and they were soon on their way.

Ralph fully believed that Providence had arranged this opportunity for his especial benefit, and he was determined to know his fate before their return.

Just beyond the village up through the glen where merry children were gathering the bright cedar berries, stood the old oak tree that Bess had in her mind, and as they dashed up under its bare branches she beheld one who sent the warm blood tingling through every fiber of her being.

It was Guy Rulon. He too had remembered where the mistletoe grew, and had come to gather some for the Christmas tree in the village. With natural grace he lifted his fur cap in acknowledgment of the pleasant greeting and bright smile from Bess, and was turning aside, his heart full of bitterness because of the handsome gentleman beside her, when this same gentleman called out, witn haughty insolence :

"See here, young man, just climb that tree and get this young lady some mistletoe and I will give you a dollar.”

Ralph Mathews did not look to see what effect his command had produced upon the young man, else he would certainly have been startled, at least at the fire that leaped into the dark eyes of Guy Rulon, and the angry glow which dyed his manly face. On the contrary he carelessly turned back toward Bess, as though the matter was entirely arranged.

"This is lucky, Miss Bess," he continued. "Pon' my soul, I was wondering how I would get the mistletoe for you. I never climbed a tree in all my life. This fellow is no doubt used to it, and will help me out of my dilemma."