The Equinox (Volume I, Number X)

IN MEMORIAM—JOHN YARKER don the armour of a Knight? If it were so, perhaps it might be hard to say her nay. But it is none of these. This woman—pollution to that pure word !—comes to us from the nauseous fraud by which she made herself the real if not the nominal mistress of the T.S., the fraud which did not shrink from profaning the death-bed of that master-fool of the movement, who was at least unquestionably honest. Is it then to defeat her intrigues that I am come to this Valley of Manchester from my peaceful encampment in the Valley of Paris? No, athousand times No! Let our Rite, the heir of all secular glory, be soiled and degraded by this creature as she will; I for one will not lower visor or lay lance in rest. What is it then that has brought me hot-foot to this illegal Convocation? What but that last infamy which has roused even the holy calm of our Most Illustrious Sovereign G.M. General in Austria to hurl the lightnings of his excommunica- tion against its perpetrators? Very Illustrious P.P.,I am no prude. But I amastickler for the value of words: and I deem that the French slang “ Petit Jésus” is being taken too seriously when a senile sex-maniac like Leadbeater proclaims his catamites as Coming Christs. It is this, Very Illustrious P.P. Grand Conservators of our sublime Rite, which brings me here to-day. This is the hand which moves the wooden-headed pawn Wedgwood, hardly a man, certainly no Mason, and of what freedom and good report his present intrigue is the best evidence. This is why our Masonic Polonius has been interred hugger-mugger ! This is the secret object of the attempt to hold the election xxix