presented to the UNIVERSITY LIBRARY UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA SAN DIEGO by JUDGE J.M. CARTER oieoo THE OF THE BY JULIETTE T. BURTON, NEW YORK MACOY PUBLISHING and MASONIC SUPPLY Co. 1903 i according to Act of Congress, in the year 1871, by MASONIC PUBLISHING COMPAJTT, la tb Office of the I/brwrlar of Congrog*. at DEDICATION. I AFFECTIONATELY DEDICATE THIS BOOK TO THE SISTERS OF THE EASTERN STAR TKUBT1NO THAT EACH ONE MAT FIND PROFITABLE RECREATION FROM A. PERUSAL OF ITS PAOM. ace* merit speaks for itself; it is useless to eulo- gize that which does not really bear intrinsic worth, for whatever is flimsy, trashy, or un- stable, will, of itself, fall to pieces, despite all the praise that may be heaped around. When one writes, if there is originality, it r'L at once strike the critical reader ; if there is a rea- sonable basis, it will be seen ; and if things are said which stir the fountains of feeling, they will be appreciated to their full value. We agree that when a woman writer puts finis to manu- script, and gives it over to her publisher, she experiences some- what the feelings of a mother whose daughter has just been married ; she believes in the virtues of her child, but is fearful that another may not perceive them, and not until after the first issue does she feel certain that the shoals of disappointment are safely passed. We shall, in some of the succeeding sketches, take up the general routes which have been well trod by previous writers, shall borrow the same strain that has been sung, but perhaps by some peculiarity of style, and through different authority than has been heretofore referred to, we may be able to stop at villas, to drink of fountains, traverse romantic paths that others had not discovered, and in our relations present other curious features to our readers. Plain matter-of-fact relations of incident in biographies seldom please ; romance must gild a tale to make it agreeable. Without romance all creations would be dull ; man would be a barbarian, woman a nonentity ; wisdom, genius, liberty, would be indiffer- ently regarded, and the very heavens, even, would seem dim. It was under a romantic guise that Christ was born and walked the earth; he taught by parables, and mellow prose poems were his familiar speech ; his life and martyrdom were typified by symbols, and even the advent of the Spirit in form of a dove was more novel and attractive than any usual mode of communicating would have been. Mythology, the exquisite- ness of romance, by its peculiar presentation of truth and virtue, founded the divine institution of Freemasonry. The whole stream of sentient existence has its spring-time of romance, and old age does not forget it. High coloring cannot create merit, but may surround it, and attract attention to modest worth which might otherwise never be brought forward to the observation of the best. We hope that the true lustre of our Five Jewels may shine into the hearts of all who love virtue, and that the Sisters of the Eastern Star especially may find traits of excellence, worthily depicted, in their histories. iontenis. PREFACE .... PRELUDE .... ODE TO THE EASTERN STAR THE TURQUOISE ADAH THE TOPAZ RUTH THE DIAMOND ESTHER THE EMERALD MARTHA THE RUBZ ELECTA . I'AGH 7 9 13 17 61 101 157 197 FBONTISPIECE EASTEBN HOSPITALITY . . 2 THE TURQUOISE BEFORE JEPHTHAH . . 16 JEPHTHAH AND HIS COMPANIONS BETUBNING FROM A MARAUDING EXPEDITION . . .23 THE TOPAZ IN THE FIELD OF BOAZ . . 60 THE DIAMOND BEFORE KING AHASUERUS . . 100 MORDECAI AT THE PALACE GATE . . . 132 THE MAN WHOM THE KING DELIGHTETH TO HONOR 147 THE EMERALD AND MARY BEFOBE CHRIST . 156 THE KUBY AN ASSEMBLY OF THE FOLLOW- ERS OF CHRIST ... . 196 AH ! this earth would be cold if the blush of romance Was chased from its surface entire, If the pulse of man's mind could no longer enhance The tone of life's every-day lyre. If the ideal veil should be suddenly lift, To leave the nude object bereft Of the numerous graces of drapery's gut, But half of its beauty 'd be left. Should the magical stream of romance never lave, The root of the cherished " Roof-Tree," There would never hang garlands of fame for the brave, And the "mistletoe bough" wouldn't be. io Should woman divorce from her pathway this ray, Where the roses are might come the thorn ; And the blisses that now into man's bosom pay, Might have in their stead hope forlorn. "Tis the sorcerer's wand that most cunningly gilds Existence's rough places o'er; The prose-ground enchanted, where poesy builds Its love-lighted halls evermore. Tis the panacea mixed with stern duty's demand That sweetens the gall in each cup; And chained to the clod would our hopes ever stand, If its light wing ne'er lifted them up. When Youth from Life's volume by Time has been chased, And senility opens its page, Tis the pencil by which every record is traced That brings joy to the eye of old age. JULIETTE T. BUBTOW.