Trustees of the Masonic Loan, two and two,

Four Past Masters, carrying the Lodge covered with white Satin, Two Past Masters, carrying golden pitchers, containing oil and wine,

A past Master, carrying a golden cornucopiæ, containing corn, The Third Light, borne by a Past Master,

Past Grand Wardens,

The Second Light, borne by a Past Master,
Past Deputy Grand Masters,

The First Light, borne by a Past Master,
Past Grand Masters,

A Past Master, carrying the Holy Bible, square and compass, on a crimson velvet cushion, supported by two Past Masters,

Grand Chaplains,

Deputy Grand Secretary, carrying the Book of Minutes,

Grand Secretary, carrying the bag and book of constitutions, and
Grand Treasurer carrying his Staff,

Grand Wardens, bearing their columns,
Grand Officers of our sister Grand Lodges,

Deputy Grand Master,

Grand Sword Bearer, carrying the Sword of state, and Past Master carrying the golden mallet,

GRAND MASTER,

Two Grand Deacons with wands, silvered, and tipt with gold, Grand Pursuivant, with drawn Sword,

Two Marshals, on Horseback, on the Flanks of the Procession, superintended the Marshals of the subordinate Lodges and the whole line of the Procession, carrying Blue Truncheons, tipt with gold.

The front of the procession having arrived at the church, the Brethren halted, faced inwards and opened their ranks. The Grand Lodge with the R. W. Grand Master at their head, moved forward through the ranks, the Brethren uncovered as the Grand Lodge passed them, closed their ranks from the rear, and followed the Grand Lodge into the Church, where an Oration, adapted to the occasion, was delivered by the R. W. Grand Master, accompanied with Prayers, Thanksgiving and Solemn Music, in the following order, to wit:

On the entrance of the Procession, VOLUNTARY on the organ, by Brother R. Taylor.

GRAND CHORUS,

Written by Brother John Nesbit, P. M. of Lodge No. 126, composed by Brother R. Taylor.

SUNG BY THE CHOIR.

RAISE, raise the choral strain,
To hail the noble train,

Of Masons bright;

Lo! where the social band!

Honoured with high command,

Still firm in Wisdom stand,
Hail Chiefs of Light!

PRAYER,

By the reverend Brother George Richards, Grand Chaplain.

MASONIC HYMN,

Composed by Brother R. Taylor.

SUNG BY THE CHOIR.

Supreme Grand Master! most sublime!
High thron'd in glory's radiant clime;

Behold thy sons on bended knee,
Conven'd, O God! to worship Thee!

And as 'tis Thine, with open ear,
The suppliant voice of Prayer to hear,
Grant thou, O Lord! this one request,
Let Masons be, in blessing, blest.

O give the Craft, from pole to pole,
The feeling heart, the pitying soul,
The gen'rous breast, the lib'ral hand,
Compassion's balm, and Mercy's band.

With Charity that pours around,
The wine and oil, on Mis'ry's wound;
And heals the Widow's, Orphan's heart,
Deep pierc'd by Sorrow's venom'd dart.

Then to thy throne, the Craft shall raise
One deathless song of grateful praise;
And Masons, men, in chorus join,
To hymn the pow'r of Love divine.

That Love supreme, thy Love, O God!
Which Heav'n itself shall pour abroad;
Till Light, Life, Peace, adorn the vale,
And Angels, men, pronounce-all hail!

ORATION ON MASONRY,

By Brother James Milnor, Esq. R. W. Grand Master.

MASONIC HYMN,

Written by brother Joseph Clay, P. M. No. 3, composed by Brother Carr, sung by Brother Nesbit.

CHORUS BY THE CHOIR.

Before revolving years began,

The whole Creation's glorious plan,

Almighty wisdom laid;

But, till the appointed time should pass,
A void, deform'd, chaotic mass,

The Universe was made.

Nor yet had dawn'd the sacred light,

But o'er the world, primeval night

Held undivided sway:

"Let there be light," the ALMIGHTY spoke

As the first beam through Chaos broke,

He bless'd the heavenly ray.

Then starting from Confusion's bed,
Young Order heav'd his beauteous head,

And the first Day-Spring hail'd:

By the Rev. Brother Doctor William Rogers, Grand Chaplain.

133d PSALM, BY THE CHOIR.

1. Lo, what an entertaining sight
Are brethren that agree;

Brethren, whose cheerful hearts unite
In bands of piety!

3. "Tis like the oil, divinely sweet,
On Aaron's rev'rend head;

The trickling drops perfum'd his feet,
And o'er his garments spread.

4. 'Tis pleasant as the morning dews
That fall on Zion's hill,

Where God his mildest glory shews,
And makes his grace distil.

BENEDICTION,

By the Rev. Brother Dr. Rogers.

The Society were honoured with the attendance at the Church of the Honourable Judges of the several Courts, the Attorney General of the State, the Mayor, Recorder, and Aldermen of the city, the Reverend Clergy of various denominations, and the Directors of the Academy of the Fine Arts, together with many other respectable characters, and a brilliant assemblage of Ladies.

After the services were concluded, the procession was again taken up in the same order, and proceeded from the Church, along the South side of Race to Fourth-street, along the East side of Fourth to Arch-street, along the South side of Arch to Third-street, along the East side of Third to Chesnut-street, and along the South side of Chesnut-street to the New Hall. The front of the procession having arrived at the New Hall, the Brethren halted, faced inwards and opened their ranks as before. The members of the Building Committee, carrying the Key,