Paul Revere




-             PAUL REVERE


" A hurry of hoofs in the village street A shape in the moonlight,
     a bulk in the dark, And beneath from the pebbles in passing a
     spark, Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet, That
     was all, and yet, through the gloom and the light The fate of
     the nation was riding that night."


Paul Revere of the Revolutionary fame was a silversmith. He was a
descendent of a French Huguenot Family, the name originally being
Rivoire. He was born in Boston, Dec. 21, 1734. (two years after the
birth of George Washington.) Brother Revere was made a mason in St
Andrews Lodge on Sept. 4, 1760. The Record tells us, "It was laid
before the Lodge, and in the same evening work was commenced by
receiving Paul Revere, a goldsmith and engraver as Entered
Apprentice."

The above simple statement of facts, but think of its impact on
History. Think of what this brother's contribution was in the
struggle for American Freedom.


His was a burning passion for freedom. He also knew that " the
Masons" were the ones most feared by those whose loyalty rested
with the Royal Government.


Masonry brought Paul Revere in touch with the best minds of the
day, James Otis, Dr. Joseph Warren, Samuel Adams and many others.


After the union of the Saint John's and Massachusetts Grand Lodges,
Paul Revere, Paul Revere became the second Grand Master and served
in 1795-96 and 97.


So Paul Revere and the others masons of that day met at the Green
Dragon Tavern. They were busy men, but not so engrossed in their
private endeavors as to close their eyes to what was going on
around them. They refused to accept a temporary safety in lieu of
Freedom.


What were these masons doing? They were meeting, Planning, working,
sacrificing for what we now take for granted, and which we always
stand to lose because of apathy and indifference.  But what about
this mason who was a patriot? Permit me to reiterate. Paul Revere
was a Mason and a Patriot, a silversmith, a devoted Family man, a
business leader, and a leader of organized benevolence. Through our
records of what he did through 83 years of useful life, the man
emerges, a silent man in a generation of orators, a man who learned
his trade and was proud of his ability in his work. A patriot who
asked only to serve those whose duty it was to plan.


Paul Revere joined St Andrew's lodge in Boston in 1760 when he was
25, and finding in Masonry a congenial climate for his sturdy
spirit made his first copper-plate engraving at that time. It was a
Masonic Notice.


In 1783, at the close of the Revolution, the question arose whether
St Andrews Lodge should cleave to the Grand Lodge of Scotland, or
pass into the Jurisdiction of the Grand Lodge of Massachusetts. The
majority voted to remain with the Grand Lodge of Scotland, Paul
Revere, of course was of the minority and when the Rising States
Lodge was chartered he was its first worshipful master.


Less than ten years later Brother Revere was elected Grand Master
of Masons in Massachusetts, and he made one of his few speeches,
concluding; "May we, my brethren, so square our lives and our
actions through life as to show the world of mankind that we mean
to live within the compass of good citizens, that we mean to and
wish to stand upon the level with them, that when we part we may be
admitted into the Temple where reigns silence and peace."


When George Washington died, Grand Master Paul Revere made an
exquisite golden urn, three and a half inches high to hold a lock
of hair of our first President. For many years this urn had a place
of honor in Revere's home, and was given to the Grand Lodge of
Massachusetts when he died. It was typical of Paul Revere, that he
express his love of Washington and Masonry and his country through
the work of his hands rather than in words.


Masons of today looking back to that Brother Mason of long ago, can
well be awed by the spirit of the chunky middle aged man who
galloped thirteen midnight miles and changed the fate of a nation.


"And so through the night went his cry of alarm, To every Middlesex
village and farm, A cry of defiance and not of fear, A voice in the
darkness and knock at the door, And a word that shall echo
forevermore."

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