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s. .John's Day.-This masonic festival was celebrated in handsome manner by the ira ternity of this place, on the 27th ut. A pro- cesson was formed at the Lodge room at half past 10 o'clock, from whence they proceeded to the Episcopal Church. Service was intro duced by singing the following appropriate anthe n, written for the occasion:

 To Heavens high Architect all praise.

 All gratitude be given, Who deign'd the human soul to raise

 By secrets sprung from Heaven Now swells the choir in solemn tone,

 And lowering Angels join;

 Religion looks delighted down,

 When votaries press the shrine. Blest be the place! thither repair

 The true and pious train:

 Devotion wakes her anthems there,

 And Heaven accepts the strain , Our Rev. Brother MULLER, of the Epis- copal Church, delivered feeling and impress sive discourse on the occasion, setting forth the beneficial effects of the institution, in a truly Christian spirit of universal charity and good will. Although he evinced warm de- votion to the cause of Masonry, his language was so consolidating and inoffensive, that even the most scrupulous opponent could scarcely take exceptions. We regret that press of other matter compels us to omit it's publica- tion this week.

 The ladies displayed much taste in fitting up and adorning the Church with festoons of evergreen, and they gave the highest possible finish to the picture by attending in goodly numbers themselves, to witness the solemn and interesting ceremonies Service was clos cd by singing the 133d Psalm How vast must their advantage be,

 How great their pleasure prove, Who live like brethren, and consent

 In offices of love!

 2 True love is like that precious oil,

 Which, pour'd on Aaron's head, Ran down his beard, and OCT his robes

 Its costly moisture shed.

 S'ris like refreshing dew, which does

 On Hermon's top distil

 Or like the early drops that fall

 On Sion's fruitful hill.

 For Sion is the chosen seat,

 Where the Almighty King

 The promised blessing has ordain'd,

 And life's eternal spring.