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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.

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