Boxwood and Brass 24 Inch Gage

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The twenty-four inch gage is a rule two feet long, which is divided by marks into twenty-four parts each one inch in length.  The Operative Mason uses it to take the necessary dimensions of the stone that he is about to prepare.  It has been adopted as one of the working-tools of the Entered Apprentice in Speculative Freemasonry, where it divisions are supposed to represent hours.   Hence its symbolic use is to teach him to measure his time so that, of the twenty-four hours of the day, he may devote eight hours to the service of God and a worthy distressed Brother, eight hours to his usual vocation, and eight hours to refreshment and sleep.  In the twenty-four inch gage is a symbol of time well employed, following as best we can the example of the lines told to us by Longfellow in the Psalm of Life:   Lives of great men all remind us, We can make our lives sublime, And departing leave behind us, Footprints on the sands of time.

The Masonic essence of the lesson is ability, preparedness and readiness, recalling the suggestion of William Shakespeare to the workmen in Julius Ceasar (act 1, scene i, line 5), "Where is thy leather apron and thy rule?  What dost thou with thy best apparel on?"

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In the early editions of his Monitor (1797 and on) Thomas Smith Webb 
“The twenty-four inch gauge is an instrument made use of my operative 
Masons, to measure and lay out their work; but Free and Accepted 
Masons are taught to make use of it for the more noble and glorious 
purpose of dividing their time; it being divided into twenty-four 
equal parts, is emblematical of the twenty-four hours of the day, 
which they are taught to divide into three equal parts; whereby are 
found eight hours for the service of God and a distressed worthy 
brother; eight hours for their usual avocations; and eight for 
refreshment and sleep.”
Time and the often witless tinkering of well-meaning but uninformed 
brethren have altered here a word and there a phrase; in some 
Jurisdictions it is now “Vocations,” in others it is “we” instead of 
“they” and so on.
But in essentials most American Jurisdictions use the paragraph as 
the great ritualist phrased it for us a century and a third ago.  
Unfortunately, he did not go deeply into the symbolism of the gauge, 
leaving it to us to dig out for ourselves its concealed meanings, and 
learn from it, as we are able to learn; thinking through it, as we 
are able to think.
Like most Masonic symbols, it conceals far more than it reveals.  
Like many, the Monitorial explanation deals only with the obvious 
meaning, leaving the inner symbolism for the delver in the rubbish of 
the Temple’s verbiage who seeks the hidden truths Freemasonry 
discloses to all who look.
Among the oldest of man’s beginnings of civilization, measures seem 
to have originated among all peoples with parts of the human body - 
the foot, the hand, the palm, the digit, the cubit (elbow to tip of 
the middle finger) etc.  The word inch comes (as does ounce) from
Latin “unciae,” a unit divided into twelve parts.  Some contend that 
origin of an inch was in the thumb joint.  Both foot and Roman 
“unciae” are very old and our ancient brethren of the Gothic 
Cathedral building age must surely have known both.  But what is 
important is not the name of the measure but the division of the 
gauge into units than its total, and their applicability to time.
The relation of twenty-four inches to twenty-four hours is plain 
enough, but when we examine just what it is that is divided into 
twenty-four parts, the explanation becomes difficult.
What is time?  To most of us it is the duration between two noons; 
the elapsed interval between any two events; the passage of a certain 
fraction of life.  To the philosopher, time is an unknown quantity.  
Like space, it appears to be a conception of the mind, without 
objective existence.  Modern mathematicians contend that time and 
space are but two faces of the same idea, like the two sides of a 
shield.  While we can comprehend one without reference to the other, 
we cannot “use” one without the other.  Every material thing
occupies space for a certain time; every material thing existing for a 
specified time, occupies space.
We pass through space in three directions - up and down, right and 
left, forward and back.  We pass through time, apparently, 
continuously in one direction from birth to death.
We cannot go back for even the smallest fraction of an instant. 
Omar wrote:
“The moving finger writes; and having writ, Moves on; nor all Piety 
nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your tears 
wash out a Word of it.”
The operative workman measures his stone with his gauge; if the 
ashlar is too long, he shortens it.  If it is to broad, he narrows 
it.  If it too crooked to make square, he casts it on the rubbish 
heap and begins anew with a rough ashlar.
But the Speculative Mason, measuring his time with the twenty-four 
inch gauge, has no such latitude.  The ruined minute is forever
the crooked hour can never be made straight.  The day unfit for the 
Building Not Made With Hands can never be set in the Eternal Wall, 
nor can the workman find in any quarry a new day to mould.
Thinking of it thus, could any symbol cry a more clarion call for 
accuracy of labor?  For skill with which to work?  For care and
pains in building?
“Eight hours for the service of God and a worthy distressed brother, 
eight hours for their usual avocation, and eight for refreshment and 
There is no time to waste.  There is not time to be lost. 
There is no time for idleness.  Thomas Smith Webb builded better than he knew 
when with so sparing a hand he laid out the Speculative Mason’s time 
for the lighter side of life.  In his conception, all such must be 
taken from the eight hours allotted to refreshment and sleep.  He
who would “pass the time away” - he who would indulge in “pastimes,” 
must, according to the Monitor, take these hours from bed!      
To divide our twenty-four hours into three equal parts is a very 
practical, everyday admonition.  Here is no erudite philosophy such 
as “laborer est orare” - to labor is to pray.  Nor is there any 
suggestion that even refreshment may be in the “service of God.”  
Again, the old ritualist knew his audience.  His instructions are 
simple; their profundity is only for those who wish to look beneath 
the surface.
For these, indeed, the whole twenty-four hours may be literally “in 
the service of God” since labor and sleep are necessary for life as 
we have to live it, and it is a poor theology which does not teach 
the common lot to be the Will of God.
In 1784 Sir William Jones wrote:
“Seven hours to law, to soothing slumber seven, Ten to the world 
allot, and all to heaven.”
Webb does not so put it, but if the eight hours for labor us also to 
be “in the service of God,” it must be labor which results in good 
work, true work, square work.  Refreshment of mind and body which is 
an offering to heaven must be clean and wholesome, if on the morrow 
the laborer is to be wholesome and clean for new labor, and prayer 
and service.
The Mason interested in a further interpretation of the three-fold 
division of twenty-four hours need look no further than the Great 
Light upon his Altar - indeed, he need only turn back from 
Ecclesiastes XII to Ecclesiastes III to find the inspiration of this 
Monitorial admonition that there is a time for everything.  We
“To everything there is a season and a time for every purpose under 
heaven; a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a 
time to pluck up that which is planted; a time to kill and a time to 
heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, 
and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to 
cast away stones, and a time to gather stones; a time to embrace, and 
a time to refrain from embracing; a time to get, and a time to lose; 
a time to keep, and a time to cast away; a time to rend, and a time 
to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; a time to love, 
and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.”
But nowhere in the wise counsel of prophet or patriot, preacher or 
teacher, is there set forth a time to waste time.
Time is the very substance of life, its golden minutes the only 
stones we have with which to build.  Every accomplishment of man, be 
it Temple of marble or Temple of character, act of selfishness or 
selfless giving to others, building a nation or building a house, 
must be accomplished with “Time.”  Without time nothing is ever
Hence he who wastes either his time or another’s, squanders that 
which he cannot replace; which comes from we know not whither, to go 
we know not whence, which once gone, is gone forever.
About us are many varieties of men with as many ideas of how time 
should be spent.  Every human being has the same number of minutes
in an hour, of hours in a day, of days in a year.  Some have little or 
nothing to show for their thirty, forty, or fifty years.  Others have 
great accomplishments to exhibit as the product of their time.  
Lincoln used all the time he did not need to devote to his usual 
avocation to mastering geometry, learning politics, understanding the 
question of slavery.  Albert Pike made himself a learned scholar by 
constant use of spare time.  These men knew what the twenty-four
inch gauge really meant, how profound a symbol it is - aye, Lincoln knew, 
though he was a Freemason only “in his heart” and not a member of any 
It provokes sober thought to apply the Masonic rule to a 
determination of how long we really have.  Our days are allotted as 
three score and ten.  We rarely start on our life work before we are 
twenty.  Of the fifty years of actual time for labor, we are 
admonished to spend a third of in the service of God and a distressed 
worthy brother, a third in refreshment and sleep, and but a third in 
labor - not quite seventeen years in which to accomplish all we have 
to do!  No wonder so few of us leave behind a monument which will 
stand long enough to be seen by the coming generation, still less one 
which will last through the ages.
“But the harder the task, the greater the joy of accomplishment!”
Much has been made of the amount of time spent in the “service of God 
and a distressed worthy brother” by enemies of the Craft, who have 
tried to read into this admonition the thought that the other sixteen 
hours are to be used without service to God, and that only a 
distressed “brother” is to share in our labors.
This, of course , is pure casuistry.  If we instruct a workman to 
build a wall, we mean that he is to carry the brick, make the mortar, 
lay the courses, level the whole, leave an opening for the gate, 
point up the joints - do the whole job!
“Service to God,” then, does not mean merely spending time upon ones 
knees in prayer, but living life acceptable to the Great Architect.  
By “worthy distressed brother” we have no reason to assume that 
Masonry means only “brother of the Mystic Tie.”  Masons are 
repeatedly bidden to turn to the Great Light as the rule and guide of 
faith and practice.  Here we find “inasmuch as ye do it into the 
least of these . . . “  And all men who own to a common Father are 
The attentive Freemason quickly notes how frequently are the Masonic 
allusions to work, and how few to refreshment.  Our twenty-four inch 
gauge gives us - almost grudgingly, it seems - eight hours for two 
occupations of which we know one needs the greater part - eight hours 
for refreshment and sleep.  The other sixteen are for labor, work, 
effort, doing.
To him who finds labor irksome, the twenty-four inch gauge must be a 
painful symbol.  Alas, all symbols are painful for the idle! 
But for those who have learned life’s greatest lesson, that the most lasting 
joy comes from accomplishment, the symbol is beautiful.
Fortunate is the man who is happy at his daily task; discontented he 
who has not found his work.  For him who likes his job, sixteen
hours a day are scarce enough.  Find the carpenter who carves wood in his 
spare hours, the bookkeeper who spends his evenings doing 
mathematics, the doctor whose leisure is spent teaching his healing 
art, and you hear men singing at their labors; men who curse the 
clocks which go too fast!
Find the Mason interested in the Ancient Craft, prompt to offer his 
services for visiting the sick, doing committee work, helping the 
tiler, laboring on Fellowcraft or Degree Team, and you see one happy 
in his lodge.
Such men have no time to waste - all have some division of their 
gauge of time which makes every minute count with “sixty seconds 
worth of distance run.”
Time - substance of life!  Time - gift of the Great Architect! 
Time - building stone for the spiritual temple!  Time - man’s greatest 
mystery, bitterest enemy, truest friend!  Its care, conservation, 
employment, is the secret of the twenty-four inch gauge - its waste 
and aimless spending is the sin against which this symbolic working 
tool unalterably aligns the Ancient Craft.
The Scythe, emblem of Time, wins in the end.  We can race with
Father Time for but a little while.
“But we can win while we are permitted to race.”
And at the end, the great ruler of our lives is merciful!  As you 
think of the twenty-four inch gauge and its three divisions, think 
also of these tender and beautiful words written of the mighty 
servant, mightier master, Time:
I bring you woe and scalding tears and all life holds of sadness,
Because I am remorseless, your heart in torture pays
In bitter coin of memories of times when time was madness,
“I am the passing hours; I am your march of days.”
Enemy and best of friends am I to those who sorrow;
Pitiless in passing, yet Oh, so slow, so slow. . .
I hurry to the sleeping the grayness of  tomorrow;
Sluggard in my sun-down, I never seem to go . . .
Little bit by even less, all pain I can diminish,
Slowly win the smile to eyes that now know but to weep.
I began your race with life, and I shall see its finish;
My arms, and none but mine, shall in the end give sleep.
I linger not for anyone, yet I may not be hastened;
You must bear your agony until I bid it cease . . .
But when your head is in the dust, and all your pride is 
“At long last, I promise you, I bring the gift of peace.

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