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SHORT TALK BULLETIN - Vol.XI   September, 1933   No.9 

TWENTY-FOUR INCH GAUGE 

by: Unknown 

In the early editions of his Monitor (1797 and on) Thomas Smith Webb  
wrote: 
“The twenty-four inch gauge is an instrument made us 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 the  
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 away;  
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  
sleep.” 
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” - tov 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 read: 
“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 done.   
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  
Lodge. 
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  
brothers. 
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 amyour 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 greyness 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  
chastened, 
“At long last, I promise you, I bring the gift of peace.”