"fames that shall last," structures that no waters of time can wash away; and let our sympathies ever be alive for those less fortunate than ourselves. May sweet words of pity ever be ready, and as far as the God of prosperity has blessed us, let our tears merge into golden specks that shall help many a weary Knight to rise from the lonely depths of despair and retrieve his loss.

Retrospection of the past year brings remembrances of sadness to us all. A people wept as in one tear for the loss of her Chief Magistrate. A nation bowed its head in dismay and horror. A great people clustered as a band of mourners around the dead form of one of the brightest statesmen and honored Templars of our land,

JAMES ABRAM GARFIELD.

To many of us the loss was doubly ours from the Grim Shadow which crossed our own threshold at about the memorable time when the dastardly assassin fired the fatal shot. Under the sable mantle of the dark messenger rested your Grand Recorder. A home bright and lovely was transformed by the fading of the sweet sunshine of "our castle,' and the precious guide of our happiest years was gently removed to rest under the shade of the trees of Paradise. Sadly and mechanically have we trodden alone this labyrinth of Masonic research, where we had so happily lingered together. Staggered, as it were, we have stopped and reached out our hands for the precious one who has gone before, and who waits at the golden gates of the New Jerusalem to open for us the door which we call death. My brother Knights, throw the mantle of charity around us, should our shortcomings as a reviewer require it, remembering that life looks dark to us now - all hopes and ambitions are gone, and we sit under the shadow of the Cross.

Let us, Sir Knights, remember that 1882 may be the last mile-stone in life's fitful journey. May our hearts be temples consecrated to every noble aim and purpose; our lives an index of our inner teachings; our words examples of our

belief. And when the cycle shall have again rolled by, and through a wise Providence, we are permitted to kneel around our Grand Triangle, may its usual lustre be increased by Golden Jewels contributed, untarnished deeds added to its beauties, and with but few aching hearts, few vacant seats around us, may we kneel at our sacred altar, and placing our record before the tribunal of the great I Am, renew vows that shall make us better, ties that shall bind us firmer, and strengthen the chain which leads us to Jesus Christ, the Headstone of our Order, "the same yesterday, to-day and forever." Respectfully submitted,

WILLIAM P. INNES,

For the Committee.