The second, Jubelo, “O that my left breast had been torn open, and my heart and vitals taken from thence, and thrown over my left shoulder, carried into the valley of Jehosaphat, and there to become a prey to the wild beasts of the field, and vultures of the air, ere I had conspired the death of so good a man as our Grand Master, Hiram Abiff.”

The third, Jubelum, “O that my body had been severed in two in the midst, and divided to the North and South, my bowels burnt to ashes in the centre, and the ashes scattered by the four winds of heaven, that there might not the least track or trace of remembrance remain among men or Masons of so vile and perjured a wretch as I am.  Ah, Jubela and Jubelo, it was I that struck him harder than you both—­it was I that gave him the fatal blow—­it was I that killed him outright.”

The three Fellow Crafts who had stood by the candidate all this time listening to the ruffians, whose voices they recognized, says one to the other, “What shall we do, there are three of them, and only three of us?” “It is,” said one in reply, “our cause is good, let us seize them;” on which they rush forward, and carry them to the Master, to whom they relate what had passed.  The Master then addresses them in the following manner (they in many Lodges kneel, or lie down, in token of their guilt and penitence):  “Well, Jubela, what have you got to say for yourself—­guilty or not guilty?” A.  “Guilty, my Lord.”  “Jubelo, guilty or not guilty?” A.  “Guilty, my Lord.”  “Jubelum, guilty or not guilty?” A.  “Guilty, my Lord.”  The Master to the three Fellow Crafts who took them, “Take them without the West gate of the Temple, and have them executed according to the several imprecations of their own mouths.”  They are then hurried off to the West end of the room.  Here this part of the farce ends.  The Master then orders fifteen Fellow Crafts to be elected from the bands of the workmen, and sent three East, three West, three North, three South; and three in and about the Temple, in search of their Grand Master, Hiram Abiff [In some Lodges they only send twelve, when their own Lectures say fifteen were sent], and charges them if they find the body, to examine carefully on and about it for the Master’s word, or a key to it.  The three that traveled a Westerly course come to the candidate and finger about him a little, and are called to order by the Master, when they report that they have found the grave of their Grand Master, Hiram Abiff, and, on moving the earth till they came to the body, they involuntarily found their hands raised in this position [showing it at the same time; it is the due-guard of this degree], to guard their nostrils against the offensive affluvia which arose from the grave; and that they had searched carefully on and about the body for the Master’s word, but had not discovered anything but a faint resemblance of the letter G on the left breast.  The Master,