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KOKIX AND I.
Once, upon & Winter day. As I ml. 1 r.oru and tad, Thinking in a fretful ay, Of the :ime wht-n I was glad ll. ppn g 1 g'llly o'er thefauo-, Ca-ue robin that 1 know. On the win-low leilge he fctooi Wuh a Lriiht, inquums ey-s : 'Tvvas acumraci tlmi he sriould Always fall in passers by. Just tubhow we inUnt j.raeud kM.cli to entertain a friend. When I saw my tiny guest Waiting for h;s daily crumb, Dain y, trim, aud fctlf-pobseeaed, Never coubting it would cotae, I could almost htar him say : "iliiresti, food is searce to-day." And my heart made sad reply, As the liitie mite I ihrvw : "Strange that one so poor as I Should have store enough for two Robin it the thing could Le, Would you throw a crumb to me? Not a sound disturbed the hush, bave my owu impat:eut sigh Ro'iia to a neigh boriug bush lart Off, wiUiout good-bye. How t you leave me inilhlets bird, Aa I waited for a word. Ah I I wronged that heart of flame ; Thi ough me silence sweet aud clear, Forth hia cherry i-arol came, And I held my Ireath to hear, Vut that dear la.Lui.lar strain Woke my betu.-r bell again. 'Twaa a benediction sweet. Chanted in a foreign tongue, Likettiose graces alter meal. By trie warbling scholars Bung, Where the reverend customs hold, Handed down by men of old. Suddenly the muic ceased. Yet thu t-iU nee breathed of balm ; Art thou flown, then, small heie priest, Somewhere close to rain the psa.m ? "Man," the JiiiUr finely taid, "UotU not live alne by Dread." LITTLE fET. wo littlo feetfo small that both may nestle In cue caressii.g hand. Two tender leel on tae untried border Of lile'S inysteliousland. Dimpled and soft and pink as peach tree blos soms In A pill's fragrant days ; Ilow can they w.ilk among the briery taDgles, JiJgingthe world's rouh ways? These white rcse feet along the doubtful future Must bear a womau's load ; Ala ! since woman has tne heaviest burden, And waiks the hardest road. Love for a while will make the path before them All daiutv, Mnootli and lair Will cull away tlie brambles, letting only The roscb blojni there; But when the mother's watchful eyes are sh ruudt-d Away from the sight of men. And see dear ltet are Lit without her guiding, Who shall direct them then ? Will they go stumbling blindly in the darkness Oi sorrow s t.arlul snades. Or rind the upland sl jpe of peace and beauty Whose huuihjht iievtr fades? How shall it be withhtr, the tender stranger, k air laced and gentle eyed. Before whote uuataincd feet ihe world's rude highway Stretches so strange and wide ? Ah ! who may read the future? For our darling We crave a 1 bles-iugs sweet. And pray that He who fcead the crying ravens Will guide the baby's teet. Florence Perr. Almost a Ghost Story. New Orleans Times-Democrat. WI don't believe I ever told you iny ex perience in the dead-house of the hospi tal after Sailor John's death," said a well known physician to a reporter. "I never cared about saying anything regarding it. for if I have to confess it, for the first time in my life 1 was a little weak. "You know the dead-house at Charity Hospital and its interior? Well, I had had a case of aneurism that puzzled u all, and being a young physician then. I had a natural pride in my diagnosis, which did not agree with that of the other surgeons. So I determined that when the patient died, as he was sure to do, I would hold an autopsy mvself. Well, the poor fellow succumbed at last, and, as I had been busy all day, I could not pet oack to the hospital until eleven o clock on the night of June 30. I re member the date well. Illuminatingthe inside room of the dead-house, there was but a s'ngle gas-burner alight. Rigid, on one of the dissecting tables was my subject awaiting me. "I needn't tell ycu that, after all of my student life at the hospital, going out there alone at that time of night pro duced not the slightest impression upon me. We were too used to such things to notice them. In fact, so great was my desire to prove my diagnosis correct as against that of other physicians, I thought only of the case, and nothing else. ' It was anything but a plea?ant night. I may i-ay that I cannot remember a more disagreeable one. A blustering norther was blowing and a heavy rain falling. The wind moaned around the eaves of the hospital as if hundreds of Bullerers were in agony, and the gurgle of the water in the gutters leading to the cistern was anything but musical. Once in awhile a Hash of lightning threw out in relief the bodies lying on other tables awaiting burial. Certainly it was a night ol nights for a visit to a dead house. "Well, I took off my oil-cloth coat, opened my dissecting case, and started to work. The wind stole in through crevices and liared the gas so that I was delayed in my investigation considerably. But alter an hour's labor I approached the eolation of the problem over which I had so long studied. So full of anxiety was I my hand trembled, and seeing this I stopped, tilled my pipe and began smok ing to conquer my eagerness. " The face of the dead man was ashen in its paleness, and his flesh was as cold as marble. Looking back at the picture now, I don't think I ever saw a more spectral corpse than that. The eyes were open, and in the agony of death the muscles of the mouth had contracted, so that in the rigor mortis he had a sardonic grin that was horrible in its leer. "The patter of the rain on the roof was incessant, but it sounded pleasant, for it peemed company to one. Still it did not drown all other sound?, for now and again above the storm there came from the female ward a wail of anguish from a poor sufferer in delirium. "It took but a few minutes' smoking to recover iny steadiness of hand and I re sumed work. "While bending over the body, and just at a moment when the reatest deli cacy of operation wa3 required, a curious noise from one corner of the dead-house startled me. It was not like a footstep, but was somewhat like a shuffling of feet. "Instinctively I looked in that direc tion, and noticed for the first time four five skulls on the floor in a partial state of preparation. The younger students had been at work preparing them, for their cabinets The grinning faces 1 ed as if to chide me for working on such a nighr, but then I was too anxiousabout my cane to miss my opportunity. Applying my f-tli again to my subject, I was soon lost in the peculiar develop ments my eye discovered each moment, when a?a:n'l was annoyed by a distinct sound from tr.e corner. "Glancing in that direction, it must be confessed, I was not a little surprised to see one of the skulls moving slowly to ward me along the flagging of the floor. I rubbed my eyes and looked again. There it was the fleshlesa sockets of the eyes gazing at me, the uneven, jagged teeth giving a ghastly grin to the mouth. "Its a little difficult lor me to tell ex actly what were my feelings. That they were peculiar I frankly admit. I fell to studying about the cause of this motion on the part of the skull, and examined closely to see whether or not there was a string attached and a student playing one of his pranks. "But no. In the night I could plainly discern that there was nothing attached to this relic of humanity. Then why did it move? "Still engrossed in my endeavors to solve this mystery I did not take my eyes olf the skull. "Slowly, stealthily and steadily it came on directly towards where I was sitting on a high stool. The motion produced a dull, grating sound, as some sharp pro tuberances of bone scratched on the mar ble slab. "After it had advanced about three feet it stopped. "I laid down my ripe, still keeping my eye on the unpleasant object, and tried to laugh away the moruid senti ment that had now begun to rise within me. I whispered to myself how much I would have railed at anv brother phy sician should he have told me of having experienced the slightest feelings of ner vousness under similar circumstances. Even the students would have retailed the afiair as an indication of my effem inacy had they known it. Surely there were mechanical causes to produce these results. I knew that the unsubstantial could not eive motion to the substantial My Natural Philosophy told me there must be a force at work to impel that grim fragment of a human frame toward me. Yet what force was it; "I determined not to leave my seat to attempt a close inspection, fearing to be rewa.ded by the laughter of those who were endeavoring to astonish me. "The dreary monotone of the rain and the unearthly sobbingof the wind turned my reflections to a more sombre color, and some things came back to me I had read in Robert Dale Owen's 'Footprints on the Boundaries of Another World' curious hings, authenticated by aflida vits and all the solemnity of oaths of re markable revisitants from the grave, While dwelling on these subjects I re called the many conversations I had had with my patient, now dead and buried some three weeks, Sailor John, and his persistent assertions of the possibu: ties of the intellectual spirit returning to this world ot the flesh. "There! The skull moved again. On it came, still sliding along in a direct line toward me. "Do what I would I could not shake off a feeling of uneasiness and disquiet. I did not like the situation that about expresses it. "'E e e eke,' grated the skull's bony points on the floor, the sound ting ling my nerves as when one scratches the finger-nail on brick or rough surface. "My pulse grew more frequent. I ex perienced a chilly sensation down my back, and a cold perspiration dampened my lcrehead. "Around me the corpses lay, the gas light making them saffron yellow. "They at least did not move. "I could stand this strain no longer It was unbearable. I was becoming the victim of a weakness for which I would have reprimanded a child. I felt pale, if that is possible, for it seemed as if all Ny blood had rushed to my heart. "With a bound I sprang toward the skull, and, stooping, grasped it with my two hands. I lilted it from the floor. "Out jumped a large ratand ran scamp ering away. I cannot describe my feel ings when I saw the cause of all my dis comfiture. At first I laughed, and then became angry with myself for, even for a moment, allowing such an incident to disturb my equilibrium. "Examining the skull, I saw how it had occurred. The rat had entered the cavity in which the brain had been through the foramen magnum or aper ture through which the nerve matter of the spinal column communicates with the brain. The skull turned over, im prisoning the body of the creature, and permitted the useof his feet only through ihis foramen, lie could move the skull, but while it was on the lloor he could not get his body out. "Pasted acre si the whitened brow wa3 a piece of paper, and on it a student's name 'Henry J. Stubbs' and below: 'Skull of Sailor John, a King of one of the Polynesian Islands, died May 12, 1S;9. Charity Hospital.' "In an instant I remembered the day of thehonth. It was June 30, the night of John's birthday. His promise came back to me. He had said that he would make himself known to me on that night. "I regretted the interv ention of the rat. Had that animal never been discov ered by me there would have been an excellent foundation for a ghost story, on which I could have made my affidavit, and thus swelled the number of authen ticated cases of remarkable spiritual manifestations. But the rat spoiled it all. "Even with the full explanation of the skull's movements the nervou3 feeling did not pass oH for some time, and even now when June 30 comes around I think of Sailor John and his promise, which, however, he hs never fulfilled." It Happened About Fifteen Tears Ago. Denver Tribune. About fifteen years ago I was runnins on the little Miami tracks as an entrance to Cincinnati. The Marietta & Cincin nati constructed a temporary round house near the station. The Miami shops were about four miles awav. The locomotives of the Miami trains backed from the shops to the depot. It was was early in the morning of the day I speak of a dark, foggy day and the smoke of the city was so dense that one could only see a few feet before him. A Marietta engine had been getting up steam and had gone out on the Miami track. The engineer was not on board, and the fireman ran the locomotive up and down the yard several times to pump water. "He was backing up the track with a full head of 6team, when suddenly he saw the Miami engine backing down. It was so close that nothing could be lone to keep the engine from colliding. He reversed his lever and shut off the throttle, and jumped from his seat to the ground, extectini; that alter the engines etruck his would reverse and he would jump on again. Ihe shock, from the col- ion was neavy, out the Marietta loco motive reversed so quickly that he lost his footing, .nd the throttle being thrown wide open by the jar, the locomotive went tearing d won the track toward the drpot at a terrifie speed. "In the aepot we saw the Miami ex press waiting for its locomotive. The baggage car was being loaded and six passenger coaches were well filled, is one of the depot people knew of what was going on and little thought of danger in which they were placed, 'ihe runaway engine was gaining speed as it ran. It was within a hundred yards of the depot when a young switch tender noticed it, and. thinking something was wrong, turned the switch so that the locomotive ran in on the next track to the express, which was luckily vacant at the time. At the end of the track was a heavy brick pillar about three feet square, which supported the arch that covered the tracks. The terrible forct with which the locomotive struck the pillar carried it away, and the engine, striking the stone sill, was lilted into the air and shot like an arrow over the street and into a coal yard cn the other side, where it came to a standstill, snorting and blow ing." "But was no one hurt?" "Not a soul. The most wonderful thing I ever saw or heard of. If it had not been for the switchman the loss of life must have been very large. I tell you it was a teriible strain on a man for a minute or two." "But the switchman, what has become of him?" "I don't know. He told me afterward that he did dot know what made him turn the switch, but it seemed as if some thing was wrong, and that was the right thing to do. A Touching Tribute. Evening Wisconsin. The following touching address was read bv George F. Westover, a well known Chicago law yer, at the funeral of his fourteen-year old niece, Dida esto ver, who died at the residence of her un c!e, E. G. Comstock, of that city, and was buried atOconomowoc last Monday. The little girl, whose parents, Mr. and Mrs Carlos S. Westover, formerly resided in this city, but moved to Graham county Kan., seven years ago, was brought to this city last week to receive medical treatment for her falling eye-sight and although m perfect health on her arriva. here, she died within forty-eight hours of a brain trouble that bathed the. 6kil of the best physicians in the city. At her grave her uncle read the following eloquent tribute to her memory. "It requires a lofty heroism to success fully meet the intricate struggles of life, but in death there is but one it is hu man love. The brave man and the brave woman grow stronger and braver, when, unaided and alone they contend with the adversities of life, but when the end comes, they lean upon the tearful sym pathy of those who are dear. To the man, the woman or the child, upon the dying bed, and to the grief-breaking hearts, that overflow with a new tender ness toward the sufferer, there is really but the present ministeriug God. That God is love. The little one who has just left us lived a life of devotion to that one spirit the embodiment of all that is most holy and most pure the spirit of love. "She knows nothing of false superstitions." ihe horrors of a faith that sends grand men and sweetest women to eternal misery for the color of their opinions, never for a moment blighted her fair young soul. Free from hatred, free from bigotry, free from superstition, free from sin, her angel spirit has gone to the eter nal source, spotless as the infinity of love from whence it came. Since her infant days this dear child has lived in the far fiontier, on the bor dei s of the great American desert, with no surroundings but the wild, illimit ible prairies. How meet and how pleasing, that as the peaceful end drew nigh and before darkness covered her fading vis ion, she was permitted to gaze upon the mighty waters; to behold the brilliant sights of the great cities; to listen to the immortal strains of grand orchestral music, and at last to lie down when the birds were singing, in a land of flowers, and to mingle her dying spirit with the breath of roses. Emulating the spirit of love and ten derness of her, our departed treasure, we will now return the sweet casket to the dust of earth, but the jewel that gave it life and beauty shall ever be a star in in the heavens, along our journey, teach ing us anew the unspeakable value of loving kindness, and assuring U3 of the matchless joy of a soul unburdened by superstition and unknown to sin. BOIXED INTO SOBEIETY. The Latest Use lor the Turkish Bath How a Wedding- Kngageuieut AY as liept. "Turkish baths, open all night," is the inscription wrought in letters of gold up on a large silver plate above the entrance of a South Side bathing-house. There is an individuality about the place which distinguishes it from all oth ers of the kind in the city. The sign is above the entrance to awell-lihted base ment reached by a spotless stone stair. At the foot of this stair there are two doors, one of which leads abruptly to the right into an apartment, which appears to extend under the sidewalk. The oth is directly off the stair. The door stands open, and its place is taken by a pair of delicately-woven flying screens. The first apartment, which is visible from the street, is a sort of ante-room fitted up like a parlor. A Turkish carpet and fine rugs, heavy plate mirror, and easy luxu rious chairs may be seen from the street in passing, and the air of the place is cheerful and inviting. Still the natural vender would be to know why a person should desire such a place at all hours of the night. A reporter for the Tribune descended the stairs and entered the shining little parlor, into which he was followed by a colored man with a well-dressed aud thrifty look, who came from the side door just outside the entrance. "I would like to see the proprietor," said the reporter. "I am one of them," he replied. " What can I dp you, sir?" "Tell me why you keep open all night, and what you do with the rooms which your sign eays you have attached?" "The Turkish bath, yoa must know, sir, is one of the best things yet discover ed for the relief of a person who has been indulging too freely in liquor," was the reply. "And do you keep open at ninht for the accommodatiou ot this class?'' was asked. "Exactly so, sir. You know there are many gentlemen who are inclined to get with friends and drink a little too mui h at night, whose business imperatively de mand mat tney snail be on hand at a iven time the next day. After making the rounds and enjoyiug themselves they come here, and we put them through a process which enables them to recover and keep their engagements the next day. There are other ways of destroying the immediate effects of drink, but thev are injurious to the system. All medical authorities agree that the Turkish bath does no harm, for it merely draws the whisky out of the system. 1 have known men to be brought here who could not walk and in a few hours we would send them, away able to assume the most try ing business responsibilities, and they would walk as w ell as you can." Do vou have manv inebriates who come here to get boiled'out in this way?" Oh, yes, the house is crowded every night. Most of our business is carried on at night. But come this way and I will show you what we have. This, you eee pointing to a door leading under the sidewalk, is our barbershop. This room crosses the passage way and back of it is the operating room, where we have the shampoo bath and the operating slabs. Here we have cooling rooms with lounges to rest on, and back: there J. pointing to a dismal place, the entrance to which was shrouded in a midst of smoke or steam! is the hot room. The temperature of that is kept at about 150, and complete ly drenches a person with perspiration. See those men coming out ! That is the way it does them, but it don't hurt; they feel better after it is all over, and thev don't even feel bad while they are sub jected to the heat. Kow if you will follow me a little further 1 will show you some thing more." Alter winding around a large sunken basin hued with water enough lor a swimming bath, and passing between a row of stone slabs, the visitor stumbled against a little 6tairway, covered with a thick, soft carpet. The colored man led the way up this towards the floor above, which stands on a level with the sidewalk. It came to an end in one corner of a room about forty feet square in which there were a large number, per haps as many as thirty, cots and beds ar ranged very closely together in svs tematic order, some being in smaller apartments created by a partition wall a foot or so higher than a man's head. The ceiling of the room was fully fifteen feet high, lhere were numerous win dows, and the place seemed to be well aired, but the strangest thing about it was the absence of any other place of entrance or egress than the little dark stairway leading through the cellar, and while the man gleefully spoke of the number of persons who could be accomo dated his visitor naturally wondered what would become of so many halt- drunken men in case of fire. This idea being suggested to him he pointed to place that had been overlooked before. One of the windows came down very low and could be opened in such an emergency. It was quite probable that it never had been opened for other pur pose than to admit the air, for there was no sidewalk beyond, and the yard seem ed to be tilled in with the relics of the great fire, none of which bore mark or sign of human foot-print. Inside the room, which was carpeted, was neat and tidv, if not gaudy. The paper was a lit tie loud and bore a striking resemblance to the quality used in fitting up saloons and gambling houses, but the furniture was decidedly modest. "This is the only place of the kind in the city," grinned the colored man, "and it you should happen to get caught in the way I have described, call and see us and we will hx you up all right. "As I am not a business man the chances are I shall have time to brace up soon enough to meet my engagements without resorting to your expedients wTas the response. '"I here is no telling what may happen, You see, sir," the man went on; "we sometimes have men of leisure for our customers, too. Last Spring a young man who was about to be married to a rich young woman living in the suburbs came into the city one morning to get his cer tificate. He was a timid sort of a person, and before going to the County Clerk to call for what he wanted he took several drinks. He met a friend in a saloon and got very full. Somehow between him and the friend the certificate was pro cured. He was to have been married at 0 o'clock, and he was brought here in a carriage about 2 o'clock so drunk he could not stand. His friend, who was al so pretty well soaked, piteously bemoan ed the fact that the wedding would have to be postponedand both parties disgrac ed. But, sir, we put them both through the process, and started them away to their train a little after 5 o'clock as sober and dignified a3 Judges of the Supreme Bench." "You have not explained the need of the sleeping rooms?" the reporter sug gested. "After the bath they alwaj's feel tired, and in the night time, of course, they need their natural rest, There is less danger of catching cold if they sleep here, and w e take good care of them and wake them up at the right time. When we call them we generally give them a cold shower bath, which completes the course of treatment and fully prepares them for whatever work they may have before them." A Great Horse Sale. Springfield Kepuhlican. The greatest horse sale ever made, per haps, was the auction of Lord Falmouth's breeding stud the other day at Newmar ket, England, for 75, 440 guineas, or near ly 400.0i 0. The catalogue listed 16 year lings, 25 brood mares, with 10 foals and 5 s fall ions 50 in all. There were buyers from South America and France, but most of them were natives, including Duke?, Duchesses and tit'es all the way along down to jockeys. Tattersall worked off the fifty-six under the hammer in three hours. The yearlings averaged 1,146 guineas eah, the mares 1,800, the fea!s 030 and the stallions 1,400. The highest fiaure was brought by the mare "Suinawav," 5,500 guineas, or 2S,000. Her half" sister, "Wheel of Fertune," brought 5,000 guineas, the former bought by the Duke of Westminster, the latter by the Duke of Portland. The dowager Duchess of Montrose received "Jan nette" for 4,200 guineas, and "Cantiniere," for which Falmouth paid 3,000 eight years ago and whose colts have since won 40,000 on the turf, sold for 4,100. This is the way the British nabobs lavish money on horse-flesh. The pink of fashion Artificial blushes. 2Vr. 1 . Zloming Journal. ABOUT THE MOIiilONS. The Workings of the "ains Mewed by an inDUiea obitrver. Denver Tribune. A broad fertile vallev on the shore of the Great Salt Lake; tier above tier of snow-capped mounta:ns rising ma;estical ly on every side; thrifty farms all about us, the verdant plains giving promise of rich rewards in the harvest time: herds of cattle grazing on the distant foot-hills, or almost hidden from sight in deep ravines; such is the view that greets us as w e come down from the north through tae land of the Mormons. "Salt Lake Citv" calls the 'conductor, and on our left we see a pretty depot of the Queen Anne style of architecture, the long platform dotted with groups of men and women, and immediately the question on every tongue is: "I wonder u any oi inose are .Mormons; ' The tram stops; there is the usual grand rush to see who can get off first, and we are soon comfortably seated in a street-car, jogging along through a wide street, lined on either side with nice shade trees, and the usual irrigating ditch, without which this whole vallt-y wonld be only a barren waste. When the driver collects the fare which by the way, is 10 cents he deposits it in a big leathern wallet, from whose mysteri ous deptfc.3 he returns you your change There is no gong, no check, no bell punch; evidently the Mormons must be honest. A few minutes' ride brings us to the 'Walker House," where we are furnished with pleasant rooms, a substantial dinner, and kind information with regard to the places of interest to vitit. The afternoon is occupied by a tour around the city. We pass through the main street with its many fine stores and offices, and reach the immense wholesale and retail es tablishment known as ziok's co-operative mercantile in stitutions, where everything pertaining to the neces sities or comfort of the outer or inner man can be purchased, with the assur ance that all profits from the same will go to the church. On the facade, in large gilt letters, is the motto which so often confronts you, not only in the churches, but on school-house, theatre and place of business '.'Holiness to the Lord." Just across the street is Temple Block, a square of ten acres surrounded by a high adobe wall. This enclosure con tains the big Tabernacle, the Assembly Hall, a fine granite building surmounted by a tall spire and twenty minarets, and the beautiful temple now being erected. After a drive through theprincipal streets, and a view of the residences of some of the magnates, we decide that in appear ance this city would do credit to any peo ple. It has a population of 25,000, of which about four-fifths are Mormons. The next day being Sunday, of course all pil grims flock to the Tabernacle. On our way there we remark the air of Sabbath stillness that everywhere prevails, re minding us of the Puritanic quiet of old New England times, when all places of business were closed and people left their homes only to "go to meeting." We take good seats nar the front and look about and above us. We are in a huge bare room, lined on three 6ides with galleries, and seating 13,000 people. In front is a large, inclined platform, in the rear of wrhich rises a beautiful organ with fifty stops and 3.000 pipes In front of this are three tiers of seats, cushioned with red plush. On the highest, sits a fine looking old man with fair skin and snow white hair, wrapped in a rich, flowing mantle. It is easy to recognize in him John Taylor, the spiritual and temporal ruler of this people. Below him sit Elder Canon, late Territorial Representative at Washington; Elder Clawson, the history of whose family of four wives and thirty children appeared in a late copy of the New York Graphic, and several others of more or less note, In the lower rows sat a quantity of oth er officials, who may be included under the generic name of priests. The sides of the platform were occupied by a large choi us choir of perhaps a hundred voices. Having thus disposed of the dignitaries, we turned our attention to the crowd who were pouring in at the variousdoors. In looks, the men appeared better than we expected; when you say they are UNCOUTH, IGNORANT AND ROUGH, you can go no farther. But the faces of the thin, tired, careworn, unhappy look ing women were, in themselves, a mute appeal to our sympathies. The children looked certainly as well as the average child in frontier sections of the country, but the blight of the institution under which they were born had not yet reach ed them. Soon the service commenced, the opening hymn was given out, and the choir joined in lustily. It w as all about Zion and the glory that awaited her when her warfare was accomplished. Then came a long prayer, filled with anathemas of the Government, Christ ians, and all those others who were seek ing to destroy the Lord's anointed. Now the meeting was fairly open, and "experi ences" were freely given. President Taylor made a few feeble remarks which would indicate that he had nearly, if not quite, reached his dotage; a Saint who had just returned from a mission to Maine deplored in very ignorant langu age the hardness of heart he had found there; one of the twelve apostles gave a very stupid history of his connection with the church. The only passable speech was a very flowery address by El der Woodford, in which the vanity of this people was most pleasantly tickled by being reminded that they were Shad rach, Mesheth and Abednego in the fiery furnace; they were Daniel in the den of lions; they were the children of Israel in the Land of Promise; in fact, they were the Church of Latter Day Saints. To which all the congregation responded "Amen." After a few other speeches, more or less rambling, purposeless and discon nected, during which a big tin cup with a handle on each side was frequently filled with water from a barrel in front of the platform and passed around among the audience, another hymn was sung and the people were dismissed. As we walked away, talking over what we had seen and heard, iie past history of this Church and its present outlook, the question very naturally presented itself. "What is there about this faith that draws sucli constantly increasing num bers?" When we consider that not over one-sixth of it3 adherents are polygam ists, it seems as if some answer is need ed further than that men join it on ac count of the license it allows them. Let us see where its believers come-from and how they are reached. This Church is a finely regulated mechanism; intricate, complicated, and bo close in the watchful care and super vision of its members that it is the rnot perfect hierarchy ever known. Its emi gration fociety has a corps of zealous workers in Denmark, Norway, Sweden and other parts of Europe, who go into the slums Lf the great cities, and enter in jab des of the most abject, poverty, tell the people of this lar away land where lives the Lords elect. A vivid portraj-al of this beautiful valley of Deseret. together with the temporal and spiritual blessings its happy inhabitants possess, cannot lail to attract both mind and heart. Is it strange that thev do not refuse tickets to this Eden of the Nineteenth century? When they reach Mormondom, each man is given a piece of land, and a house which will at least serve as a shelter. The Church takea a mortgage on this, and as the landowner must pay interest in addition to his regu lar tithes in the treasury of the Church, INDUSTRY BECOMES A NECESSITY. In fact a bee-hive is the symbol of this Church, and it is under the name of Deseret from a Greek word meaning honey-bee that they hone to have Utah made a State. It is hard to realize what a 6trict watch is kept over every household. High over all in dignity and authority, comes, of course, the President, John Taylor and is two councillors; then come the twelve disciples and the seventy apostles. The Territory is divided into numerous districts called "Stakes of Zon." Salt Lake City Lj one of these stakes, and a glance at its government will give a general idea of the methods of this church to guard its subjects. The city is divided into twenty-one wards, each pre sided over by a bishop who has from four to six assistants, called teachers. It is the doty of these to frequently visit each household in their precinct and learn its inmost secrets. If there are any troubles they cannot settle or doubts they are unable to remove, they report them to some higher authority. However insincere the leaders may be, there can be little doubt but w hat the majority of the erowd who yield to them such unquestioning obedience, are sin cere in their ignorant belief that they are indeed the chosen of God; a God, however, of whom they can have but very vague and confused ideas. For when the Bible is not read in the churches it is not reasonable to suppose it is studied much in the home. Let us not forget the FLAGRANT VIOLATIONS of civil and moral laws which this Church not only protects, encourages, nor shirk our responsibility in regard to them. It is the very fact that it - has so much of good that makes it so hard a subject to deal with; and while much may be gained by wise and persistent effort, nothing may be accomplished by ignorantly decrying the whole institution SOUTHERN WAR MEMORIES. now Little Children "Were Served Substi tutes for Camliea at a Party. A Southern Girl in the Boston Watchman. As my home at the time was in Mari etta, Ga., quite near Atlanta, and directly in Sherman's line of march, I saw a great many strange and exciting things, and suppose that is the reason I remembered my life there so well, for, although a very small girl at the time, it is far more viv idly real to me than events of last year. I can picture to myself distinctly the quaint figures of my litle playmates, for invention, like charity, begins at home, and we little ones showed the first fruits of our mothers' talent in that direction. We always wore "homespun," and as the cloth stood a good deal of wear our dresses were made large enough to last two seasons. Some of us wore shoe?, but they were such odd-looking things, made of coarse leather aud only reach ing our ankles. As the leather shoe string wore out they had to be replaced by the wires of hoop-skirts, dyed black. Our stockings were knit of plain white yarn, also homespun. For "every day" we wore calico sun-bonnets, but on "state" occasions hats braided at home from the palmetto straw. As one thing after another gave out the women were always equal to the emergency and quick in finding substitutes, just as our great grandmothers did during tho Revolution. American women are, I think, quite re markable for that sort of thing. My mother must have been unusually clever, for I remember so many bright things that she did. Trifles never seemed to daunt her. Our table was alw-ays de lightfully served, although her "inven tive faculties were constantly called upon the supply some need in the kitch en. There is one very clever thing that recollect about her. She had sent out invitations for a very large and "s well" party ; for Marietta wras quite gay at one time, and a number of refugees, besides a great many officers "on leave" were in town, and my mother, who wa3 delight ed to be able to collect together so many charming people, determined to give something very grand. Her prepara tions were all completed, as she supposed, on the morning of the appointed day, and she was actually arranging the flow ers in her room when she received the very depressing tidings that not a can dle could be found in Atlanta for love or monej'. Most women would have despaired that such ill-luck aa this and would have sent immediately to inform expected guests that they need not come, but my mother did nothing of the sort. She put on her "thinking cap" at once. She sent far and near to borrow all the wine glasses possible. These she filled with pure white lard, and everyone who could be spared on the place was set to work cutting out little round pieces of paper, about the size of a half dollar. Each of these she t wisted in the center to form a taper, and placed on the lard in the glasses, ready for use, for she meant to light her rooms with them. We always had used them in the bed rooms and for Eicknesa, as they would last all night, and candles were far too precious to be wasted in that way. But the idea of making them ornamental was my mother's, and you cannot realize how . lovely the house looked that night. She had placed them everywhere, and had built pyramids of lights, banked in with, flowers, in every available nook and corner. The rooms and halls were bril liantly lighted by the tiny flames, which seemed to me to be flashing from floor to ceiling in every direction, and looked like some lovely feiry scene, far prettier than any ball-room I have since eeen. At Quc-rtaro, Mexico, a hole in the wall ba3 been found in one of the build ings occupied by the famous Chucho E. Iioto, and it a considerable amount ot jewelry, money and curious burglars tools, different from those ordinarily used by the men in this craft. A live woodchuek jumped out of a bale of bay recently opened at Meriden, Conn. . The hay was shipped from the West some time ago.