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Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling

The Mother-Lodge

There was Rundle, Station Master,
An' Beazeley of the Rail,
An' 'Ackman, Commissariat,
An' Donkin' o' the Jail;
An' Blake, Conductor-Sargent,
Our Master twice was 'e,
With 'im that kept the Europe-shop,
Old Framjee Eduljee.
Outside -- "Sergeant! Sir! Salute! Salaam!"
Inside -- "Brother", an' it doesn't do no 'arm.
We met upon the Level an' we parted on the Square,
An' I was Junior Deacon in my Mother-Lodge out there!
We'd Bola Nath, Accountant,
An' Saul the Aden Jew,
An' Din Mohammed, draughtsman
Of the Survey Office too;
There was Babu Chuckerbutty,
An' Amir Singh the Sikh,
An' Castro from the fittin'-sheds,
The Roman Catholick!
We 'adn't good regalia,
An' our Lodge was old an' bare,
But we knew the Ancient Landmarks,
An' we kep' 'em to a hair;
An' lookin' on it backwards
It often strikes me thus,
There ain't such things as infidels,
Excep', per'aps, it's us.
For monthly, after Labour,
We'd all sit down and smoke
(We dursn't give no banquits,
Lest a Brother's caste were broke),
An' man on man got talkin'
Religion an' the rest,
An' every man comparin'
Of the God 'e knew the best.
So man on man got talkin',
An' not a Brother stirred
Till mornin' waked the parrots
An' that dam' brain-fever-bird;
We'd say 'twas 'ighly curious,
An' we'd all ride 'ome to bed,
With Mo'ammed, God, an' Shiva
Changin' pickets in our 'ead.
Full oft on Guv'ment service
This rovin' foot 'ath pressed,
An' bore fraternal greetin's
To the Lodges east an' west,
Accordin' as commanded
From Kohat to Singapore,
But I wish that I might see them
In my Mother-Lodge once more!
I wish that I might see them,
My Brethren black an' brown,
With the trichies smellin' pleasant
An' the hog-darn passin' down; [Cigar-lighter.]
An' the old khansamah snorin' [Butler.]
On the bottle-khana floor, [Pantry.]
Like a Master in good standing
With my Mother-Lodge once more!
Outside -- "Sergeant! Sir! Salute! Salaam!"
Inside -- "Brother", an' it doesn't do no 'arm.
We met upon the Level an' we parted on the Square,
An' I was Junior Deacon in my Mother-Lodge out there!

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Literary Commentary

Rudyard Kipling wrote "The Mother-Lodge" in 1894, drawing on his years as a young Freemason in Lahore. The poem is spoken by a British soldier who recalls a Masonic lodge in colonial India where men of different faiths, races, and ranks gathered as equals. Its refrain sets military hierarchy against fraternal warmth, and a catalogue of members sketches a community wider than any single regiment or rank.

The poem opens by listing the lodge's membership: Rundle the Station Master, Beazeley of the Rail, Donkin of the Jail, and "Old Framjee Eduljee" who kept the Europe-shop. A second roll call adds Bola Nath the Accountant, Saul the Aden Jew, Din Mohammed the draughtsman, Babu Chuckerbutty, Amir Singh the Sikh, and Castro the Roman Catholic. Each name carries its own freight of occupation, ethnicity, and faith. Outside the lodge, these men salute and salaam according to rank. Inside, they call each other Brother. That shift is the poem's entire argument, compressed into its four-line refrain.

What lifts the poem beyond a statement of Masonic principle is its specificity. The speaker does not argue for tolerance in the abstract. He remembers trichies burning pleasant, a butler dozing on the pantry floor, and late-night conversations where men compared the gods they knew best. The stanza that ends with "Mo'ammed, God, an' Shiva / Changin' pickets in our 'ead" treats interfaith exchange as something casual, even companionable. And the aside in stanza four, that "There ain't such things as infidels, / Excep', per'aps, it's us," inverts the very concept of heresy. The speaker's nostalgia is not sentimental. It is grounded in named people, real sensory details, and a recognition that the equality he found in Lahore has no equivalent in the wider world.

Key themes

  • Brotherhood across religious, racial, and social lines
  • The contrast between colonial hierarchy and fraternal equality
  • Nostalgia and the ache of exile from a lost community
  • Religious pluralism as lived experience rather than doctrine

Notable craft elements

  • Cockney dialect voices the poem through a common soldier, placing equality in the mouth of someone who lives under hierarchy daily
  • The refrain's inside/outside contrast compresses the poem's central argument into four repeated lines
  • Cataloguing names with ethnic, religious, and occupational markers builds a diverse social world without editorial commentary

Reread prompt

In stanza five, the speaker notes that banquets were avoided "Lest a Brother's caste were broke." What does this parenthetical reveal about the limits and the care of the lodge's egalitarianism?

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