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Printed bp Special Arrangement frith the Author. THE WINE FLOWER By HENRY A. BEERS. [Copyrighted 1885. by the Author—All Rights Reserved.] That is a mushroom, Thomas, a little buttonmushroom: and there is another, and still another. They spring up where the turf is smooth and thick, and nibbled close by the sheep. Notice their flesh colored gills and the ruptured edges of the white membrane that covers them, as delicate as the softest undressed kid-skin. Smell their earthy fragrance. Break off this stem and take a bite of it. It tastes like a hick-ory-nut without its oil. These little fungi start up in a single night, as if begotten of the dew and the starlight But vre have heard of plants that had an even quicker growth. There was Jack's beanstalk, and Jonah's gourd, and the blossoming pilgrim staff at Tannhauser. And I will tell you of a flower that grew and withered as suddenly as these, and which expressed a mystic purity by its snowy petals, though its birth was not “of the womb of morning dew,” nor its “conception of the glorious prime;” but the juices that fed it were of blood-red wine, rich as the soil that, lay in Isabella’s pot of basil. Waerforth was Bishop of Worcester in the reign of the great Alfred, at whose request he translated the “Dialogues of Pope Gregory” into English; though the book has never been put into print, but remains in handwriting in the famous book house of Oxenford. Waerforth was a good and learned man, but he loved much sleep and worldly lore, to talk with his friends about a bright fire of ashen billets, to hear the harp touched, and to drink the wine which chapmen brought hither, from the kingdom of the Franks, because the wine-berries did not ripen well in English land. Waerforth ftlsa loved well his wife, Angharad, for, before the coming of tho Norman, bishop and mas3 priest were not ashamed c*f their manhood, but took the comfort and love of woman in holy wedlock. But the haughty French prelates scorn the word of God Which says that a bishop shall be the husband of one wife, though they think it no sin to have iheir paramour in secret —yes, and sometimes openly and to the scandal of the church. Neither Would Waerforth shave his face like the womanish ecclesiastics of these days, but let his yellow beard cover his rosy cheeks. Angharad was a Welsh woman, and by some she was accounted a sorceress. But I think this was only by reason of her dark favor and of her shape, which was so long and slender that she looked like a snake. It was hard to say whether her eyes were blacker than her eyebrows or her eyebrows blacker than her hair, which was rolled and piled upon her head in such masses that it seemed a wonder how her thin body could stand so upright under the weight of it And her tire-woman reported that when she was unclothed and her hair was loosened, it would fall about her like a cloak, so that from her bosom toiler feet one might not see an inch of her flesh. Withal she was an expert in starcraft, leechdom, and wort-cunning. She knew tales of Cynon ap Clydno and his love, Mowyth, the daughter of Urien; and of the white-thorn bush in the forest Bioch’allean, where Merlin lies chained; and of the maiden Luned with her enchanted bezel. And she sang these to our Imrp in a marvellously clear, high and sweet voice, like e wild swur singing among the rushes of the river Usk. or upon the solitary lakes of Snowdon. Howbeit, like all the women of the Bret, she was jealous and passionate, and (harp of tongue, and had a great pride of lineage. She eould —and often did —recite all the names in her pedigree for twenty genera“wtions, 4ack to a certain king of the tribe of lani, who had beaten three Roman legions in battle. Howbeit, the kinsmen of Waerforth took it in snuft that he should hare to wife a foreign wonmn instead of choosing a bride among his own folk of Wessex; and there was no love lost between Angharad and them. But it happened that a distant kinsman, to whom the bishop had been greatly beholden, died in the capital city of Winchester, and on his death-bed he committed his only child, a girl of some seventeen years, to the care of his cousin Waerforth. The orphan had neither fee nor land, and the bishop took her under his protection and into his household. The maid was well grown, and had eyes as blue as the blossom of the flax, and her hair as yellow fts a cowslip. Moreover, her ways were gentle and her voice as soft as a dove's, and she blushed prettily when spoken to. So that the women of Waerforth’s blood said often to one another: “It is a pity our brother did not get him for a wife some bonny Saxon wench like Godgifu, instead of that black she warlock who mutters Welsh charms to the embers w hen we sit by her fire, and whom Wicglat, the herd, has thrice seen floating on the Severn at midnight in the likeness of a black cygnet.” These speeches wore carried to the ears of Angharad, who forthwith conceived such hatred and jealousy of her new inmate that she treated her with the utmost harshness. One day Waerforth. finding the poor maid in tears, drew from her, much against her will, an acknowledgment of Aneharad's unkindness. Thereupon he admonished his wife angrily, saying: “The father of Goduifu was my gossip and my Diood-friend, who saved my life and got me favor with the King. While I have a roof she shall have shelter, and while I have a loaf she shall share it. And do not you drive her from the house lest evil befall it, and the curse of God.” Angharad answered nothing, but her sullen jealously waxed daily, and every innocent kindness which her Ibrd showed to his voung kinswoman added proof to his wife's suspicions. At last sjiie made a desperate resolve and betook herself Si a wise v oman of the Cymry, who dwelt by le sea. She found her on a windy evening standing by the edge of the waves on alow sand--pit. She was clad in a single robe of sea-water freen, and looking off over the ocean. Her ack was turned, and her heel rested lightly on a rope, the other end of which was tied to tho horns of a monstrous bull, which plunged and bellowed furiously. But such was the power of the witch that, though she did not once vary her easy attitude, or even seem to notice the creature's violent struggles to free itself, the rope held. When Angharad had made known her errand, the sorceress, without turning to face her, threw over her shoulder a small phial made of trie tip of a wild buffalo’s horn, filled with a colus liquid. Angharad picked it up from the sand where it had fallen, and kissing the hem of tho wise woman’s robe, which was blowing about iu the wind, stole softlv away. That evening, in his low studded, oaken celled ball, blackened by the smoke of torches, the Bishop sat drinking his wine and listening to bis lady as she struck the harp and sang. She had made herself exceedingly fair, having put on a gown of yellow satin and shoes of variegated leather, clasped witlwgolden bosses in the shape of dragons. Ever and anon Waerforth kissed her as he drank, and culled for another •eng, and ever she sang wildly well. At last her lord, as was his wont, fell into a gentle dozo, and with a quick motion she flung the witch’s poison into the half empty cup and still played on. And ever her voice was shriller and louder a* she sang the death wail of Ancurin over the warriors who came not back from Cattraeth, pnd the lament of Owain when the drinkinghorn, “Hirlas, rich with ancient silver, ” was borne to the empty seat of Tudur. The moonshine which poured in a flood through the casement fell upon thecrystai goblet standing before her sleeping lord, and the shadow of the wine made a rosy spot in the white slab of light that lay across the board. Suddenly there was a disturbance in the depths of the cup. The liquor, glowing like a carbuncle iu its stillness, began to bubble and seethe, and finally from its agitated surface there slowly rose and unfolded a great white flower with a golden heart, resembling a lily, only that no lily sprung from earth was ever half so white or half so beautiful. The lady stafed a moment with dilated eyes upon the iovely miracle, as it glittered in

the moon, then, with a happy cry, threw herself upon her husband's breast The harp fell with a musical clang to the floor, and the cup, overturned by Angharad’s sleeve, rolled upon the table. “What! little wife, have I slept?" said Waerforth, awakening and flinging his arms about her. And Godgifu, coming at the instant to the door and lifting the curtain, smiled when she saw the pair embracing, and retreated softly without having been perceived. But later, when the torches were lighted, the goblet lay upon its side, but the wondrous bloom had vanished. Nor was the table wet or stained near by. for tho flower had drawn up all the wine into itself, even as the new leaves and buds of draw up the sap in spring. Only a few black seeds, like the seeds of the Lily of the Annunciation, adhered to the bottom of the cup. “This wine draws muddy and near the lees,” said the bishop, as he glanced into the empty beaker. “Here are some grape seeds. I must have Wulfheard broach the other cask.” A BUSINESS UNIVERSITY. What a Rtjtnrned Student Saw and Heard at Greencastle—Past and Present Faculties. Correspondence of the lndiannpo Journal. Gkf.excastle, Feb. 13.—When closing my first letter I intimated a purpose to “do” the faculty of De Pauw University in this, but my venerable friend, hearing of this, said: “Better not That is a very delicate pieco of work in any hands. It would be doubly so in yours, from an entire want of personal knowledge of the men. You would be wholly dependent on gossip, which, in nothing is less reliable than in matters appertaining to preachers and teachers. Some disgruntled member of a church or some refractory student sets to work to be revenged for some real or imagined wrong, and at once begins to say: ‘They say that so and so is thus and so,’and incalculable mischief follows; the preacher or the professor is hounded down, and lasting injustice is done to the church or college. Some of the greatest wrongs that I have known in these thirty years’ acquaintance with our university—not all the while living here consecutively, as you have supposed, for I have been on and off—has grown out of this. Some of the best men we have ever had were literally driven out by this process. Dr. Nutt was not brilliant enough to please some fast young men, and his place was made too uncomfortable to be desirable, and he resigned. I could name other and later instances of great injustice to the men and to the institution, resulting in so called ‘resignations.’ And, let me say in passing, that ‘fraternityism’ is at the bottom of much of this. If it were proper, I could give names and dates, and if you were to attempt your pen portraits you could hardly avoid weaving in some of the gossip abroad regarding some of the very best men now in the University, most of which is entirely without foundation, except as perverted facts in the hands of designing men give color to complaints. The late rule of the board —and by the way an excellent one —to elect professors only a year at a time, so that they may drop any one or more at the end of any year, gives great unrest to all the faculty, for no one can know just what agency is at work to force him to ‘resign.’ He may have been a quarter of a century in the institution, but if the ‘fraternity’ influence, or personal jealousies, or any other cause is brought to bear, he is simply not re-elected, and his resignation is announced. While, of course, no one thiuks that an incompetent man should be retained, we all think that incompetence should be discovered at least within four or five years, and that, with fair success, the man who has devoted the strength of his life to the institution should have at least a supernumerary relation to the college, if he deserves it, with only such pay as his work will demand. If you say anything relating to the personnel of the present faculty you had better say that, taking it all in all, the institution has never been better manned than now, though to our seeming thero may be no Simpson, nor Berry, nor Tnomas Bowman among them. Perhaps there are as few family jars or jealousies as is possible in so large a family, with such diverse duties and interests, and not unnatural aspirations; so that, whatever you may have heard, or whatever impressions may have been made on your mind as to this one or that, it would be a very delicate matter to either praise or criticise. You eould hardly point out the next probable victim of the lightning, with any propriety, for the victims themselves are as unsuspecting as were those who, only a few years ago, awoke to find themselves ‘resigned.’ The men evidently expect to stay, for they are mostly buying and building permanent homes.” In deference, therefore, to this advice, I shall omit any personal allusion to any member of the faculty; for, truth to say, I have not made the acquaintance of any, though I have attended all of the public performances of the university since I came here. Perhaps in this I am at fault, but I have no claim upon anyone for any recognition. Besides, for soma reason, there is not now, and never has been, any system of tying oven the alumni to the institution, much* less an undergraduate of twenty years ago, or more. “Why is this?” said Ito my old friend, one evening. He answered: “It is easier to tell why not than why. There is probably no institution in America, of its age and reputation, whose alumni takes as little interest in its welfare. There is a society of alumni, but after the first three or four years ouly the resident alumni, and not all of them, attend the meetings, with here and there an older ono who happens to be a preacher and is on the board as a trustee or visitor. The exercises become very monotonous. They consist in the selection of an orator and a poet for the next year, and then a banquet at fearful cost, considering the quality of the repast, after an oration, and a poem —and that is all. There is no business that amounts to anything. A few years ago an effort was made to provide that this society shall choose from their number a part of the trustees, but the project was incontinently sat down upon. It is’a significant fact that, with representatives in all the courts of the State, and in every Legislature and Congress for many years; Governor, Lieutenant-governor and Cabinet officers; bankers, lawyers, doctors, merchants and eminent soldiers, less than a half dozen of tho alumni have ever been on tho the board, and not one of theso was ever chosen to represent the alumni as such. Other institutions have their alumni well in hand. Two years ago the alumni of the State University met, as such, in Indianapolis, and procured a large endowment for their alma mater. No such a meeting for our alumni is possible. Let me disabuse your mind. Tho fault is not with the faculty, individually or collectively. Their personal attentions to an alumnus are always cordial, as far as their time and means will allow. But, as you see, these are ali new men. There is no one connecting to-day with your day. Possibly the uncertain tenure by which bach feels that he holds his position may have something to do with it. A professor who came only a year, or five years ago, may not care to devote much extra time to) the cultivation of ties that may be severed at the next meeting of the board to gratify some whim of some fraternity or other iconoclastic agency. Somehow or other, every member of the faculty comes to regard himself as a bird of passage, a sort of pro tern, convenience, and not as a flxturo, to be found ten or twenty years hence in the harness., breathing a benediction upon his younger brethren, though himself on the retired lis'.— an emeritus, as the colleges call them; a supernumerary or superannuate, as the church calls her old ministers. We old inen do not like to be dismissed, though we must retire from the fore front of the battle.” I went one mornine last week to the chapel exercises of the preparatory department, held iu the remodeled out edifice. I thought I would feel more at home there than in the new building. But all is changed, and our old chapel that used to resound with the eloquence of Bowman and Locke, is an armory, and filled with cannon aud other instruments of death. And then are the girls. Nothing of that kind encour.-tfted us “preps” twenty odd years ago: neither were the “preps” set off in a gang by themselves. Perhaps all this is better, but it seemed strange. It may be best to make a gulf between these lads—and some of them are grown men—and the college proper, but I doubt it- Tho poor “prep,” especially it'

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advanced in years, as some are, has enough to bear without beiug set off by himself. But I must not criticise. I was glad to learn from my friend that the income from the “incidental expense fund” of this department more than pays its expense, and furnishes something toward the general fund. In a few days I start for my far away home, with thanks to the Journal for permitting me to say a few words for “Old Asbury,” that was, De Pauw that is. Summing up my observations in a very few words. The contributions of this town and county towards improvements have been more than duplicated by Mr. DePauw, and still there is more to follow; so that in material resources this institution can hardly be second to any in the West, while, as I intimated last week, there is an air of push and business seldom found in the management of such an enterprise. My friend is an enthusiast tor the university and for De Pauw. “Why,” said he. when I had fairly drawn him out, “Mr. DePauw writes more letters to distinguished educators, studies the wants of a university more thoroughly and more watches everything, great and small, more diligently than all the other members of the board put together; he literally makes a business of it; hence when the board meets everyone naturally defers to him on all subjects, from the selection of a teacher to the buying of bricks, not more because be puis more money in it than all of them, but more brains and thought than all. Os course, therefore, he generally has his own way; but it is a way enlightened by mature thought and as devoid of selfish ends as is possible. That he is sometimes misled by too much confidence in some local advisers is true, but he means right, and generally does right.” Viator. P. S. —Further inquiry this week by my friend has disclosed that, although Prof. Basset was paid only three fourth’s of his year's salary at the time of his leaving, at the close of a full year's work, which gave rise to the unfriendly criticism alluded to in my last, Some months later, and after the Professor had gone into another institution, the remaining fourth was paid, which fact was not generally known iu this community. I congratulate myself and the authorities of the university upon the blunder which has given occasion to correct a false impression entertained by many of the best-posted unofficial friends of the university. And now my friend comes forward as usual, with an apology for Mr. De Pauw’s “business” methods, saying that this comes of paying salaries quarterly, and that the case of a retiring professor makes no exception—that ho must wait until the next quarterly paymeut for his last quarter’s pay. v. JOHN BROWN’S EXECUTION. Unwritten History Regardin': It Related l>y a Living Virginian. Richmond (Va.) Special to New York World “There is not an item of truth in the picture representing John Brown on his way from jail to the place of execution, as published in the last number of Harper's Weekly,” said Col. W. C. Knight to-day, as ho viewed the illustration representing John Brown, of Harper's Ferry, as an old gray-haired man taking a farewell kiss fropt some negro babies, held up to him by weeping negro women. “The only fact in the case,” continued the Colonel, who is the editor of the Southern Planter, of this city, “is that John Brown was taken from tho jail aud executed. Such a representation does great injustice to the negroes of the South and is calculated to give a false impression of the ideas entertained of John Brown. Indeed the negroes at that time did not know that such a man existed. A short time prior to his execution he traveled through south side Virginia, going direct to Petersburg from Harper's Ferry, thence through the Fourth district, now known as the ‘Black Belt’ in consequence of the negroes being largely in the majority in that congressional district. At that time he was passing under the assumed name of Dr. McLane, and no one had the slightest suspicion that he was John (Ossawattomie) Brown. Ho stayed two days and two nights with me in the early part of May, 185!). I was then living iu Nottoway, sixty miles west of Richmond. “He talked about everything in the world except Kansas, and yet he camo directly from there; and what, was remarkable about the man, he had the mildness and appearance of a clergyman and possessed a very largo fund of intelligence. He appeared to be sixty years of age. His beard and hair were just slightly tinged with gray. He said he was traveling through the country, and the funny part of the thing was we talked together until a late hour at night. I supposing all the time that be was a traveling minister, for he spoke a great deal of the different churches and gave me an interesting history of his visit to Nauvoo. 111. Joe Smith the leader of the Mormons, was living there then. It was not until next morning that he told me his business was selling patent trusses. I remarked, T am very much mistaken in your calling, for I took you for a minister of tho gospel.’ He smiliugly replied, Tdo preach sometimes.’ “When my mind goes back to that period, said Col. Knight, “I am astonished that a man of his mildness of manners could be the same man who was such a murderer and outlaw in Kansas. There was an incident, let me tell you right here, in connection with this visit. John Brown and his party were perfect outlaws in Kansas and refused to let any persons from the South bring their slaves to Kansas and settle there. He was committing so many outrages that his name became famous and he was known as ‘Ossawattomie Brown.’ His lawlessness in Kansas had permeated the whole country, especially the Southern States, and Col. Rosser, of Petersburg, determined to get up a company of picked men aud go tef Kansas and drive Brown out the State. Col. Rosser came to my county, got 100 young men from that and neighboring counties, thoroughly armed and equipped them, and went to Kansas in March of that year. He had not been there a week before he was ambushed by Brown’s party, and the result was tho company from Virginia became scattered. “Brown, seeing that he would not again be troubled in Kansas, looked forward to a grander scheme, the bringing about of an insurrection among the negroes of the South, making the grave mistake that they would flock to his standard when he appeared among them. His visit to Virginia was to familiarize himself with the country roads and the relative strength of the people of both races. He did not use any language to incite the negroes duringhis whole trip. He was too smart for that. Soon after he disfiersed the men under command of Rosser, he est his party in charge of his son John and came to Virginia to mature his plans for capturing the arsenal at Harber’s Ferry and make his inroad upon the Southern States. John Brown reached Nottoway before the men who went with Col. Rosser were able to return home. After completing his journeyings through south side Virginia Brown went north to secure forces for his attack on Harper’s Ferry, which was made in October, 1859.” “When did you find out that it was John Brown who stopped at your house?” “I did not suspect it to be him when he was at my house, but after his arrest and execution there appeared either in Harper's or Frank Leslie's Magazine, which I was subscribing to at the time, the pictures of Brown aud his party. My little boy called my attention to the fact that one of those pictures resembled Dr. McLane. I scanned the picture and saw many points of resemblance. but when the trial came on ami the evidence began to develop it became known tha r < Brown had traveled through Virginia under the name of Dr. McLane. Gov. Wise who had interviews with tho prisoner, afterwards told me that John Brown gave him a history of his trip through Virginia, mentioning places where he had stopped, and said he had spent two days and nights at my house.” Col. Knight, editor of the Southern Planter, of this city, to day gave your correspondent the above chapter of unwritten history which would have doubtless slumbered with his dust but for the illustration mentioned. Par Nobile Fratrum. BrMueport (’Conn.) Standard. Frederick and Frank Thompson are twin brothers, who live in Bethlehem. Frederick ts a Republican, and Frank a Democrat. Frederick is in the Legislature this year, and Frank was last year. Neither will run against the other, and either will help the other when nominated. As the town is very close, and both men are very active and popular, it is suggested that they may continue to represent the town between them indefinitely. r~iTiTnr itwit ■ —him— ■ —!■■■■—m—a The Duty of State LegislaturesLegislation in every State should regulate the sale and use of the many poisons resorted to by women in their desperation to obtain beautiful coin pie x ions. There exists in I)r. Harter's Iron Tonic e -ery requisite to accomplish the object without injuring health or endangering life.

Printed bp Special Arrangement frith the Author. MORMONISM REVIEWED. By KATE FIELD. Copyrighted 1885, by the Author—All Rights Reserved. part in. Politically the Mormons of Illinois voted. as a unit, coquetted with both Whigs and Democrats, and, being 16,000 strong—holding between three and four thousand votes —they grew to be hated and feared by both parties, as their word was worthless. At heart they had no politics. Parties were used to serve their purposes as a distinct people. They even went so far as to contemplate a separate government, actually petitioning Congress to establish the Territory of Nauvoo inside of the State of Illinois! Then in the spring of 1844 Joseph Smith announced himself as a candidate for the Presidency of the United States, and two or three missionaries were sent forth in the dual capacity of preachers of the gospel according to Joseph Smith and electioneering agents for the same! “A sermon,” writes Gov. Ford, of Illinois, in 1850, “was no more than an inflammatory stump speech, relating to their quarrels with their enemies, and ornamented with an abundance of profanity. From my own personal knowledge of this people, I can say with truth I have known few of their leaders who wero not addicted to profane swearing. No other kinds of discourses were heard in the city. Curses # upon their enemies, upon the country, upon the government, upon all public officers were the lessons taught by the elders, to inflame their people with the highest degree of spite and malice against all who were not of the Mormon Church or its obsequious tools.” About tliis time the spiritual wife doctrine became bruited abroad, owing to the revelations made by women who had repelled the advances of Joseph Smith, Brigham Young and others. Outraged at the general corruption, men within the church resolved upon rebellion, and thus began the anarchy which culminated iu the deaths of Joseph and Hiram Smith, They were murdered by an infuriated mob, for which deed no excuse whatever can be offered in extenuation. These men, when imprisoned for crime, should have been tried according to law, but to assert that they were martyred for religion’s sake — unless intolerance, treachery and crime be religion—is as absurd as it is false. In moving towards the Rocky mountains, the Mormons pursued the only course possible for salvation. They could not harmonize with gentiles; therefore they would found a kingdom of their own. Remember that their exodus was before the Mexican war. Their dream was the Pacific ocean, on the borders of which they would fling their own flag to the breeze and set up “Zion.” Even to day may be found in the Mormon Hymn-book John Tavlor's song entitled: THE UPPER CALIFORNIA. The Upper California. Oh, that’s th e land for me! It lies between the mountains and the great Pacific sea; The Saints ran be supported there, And taste the sweets of liberty— In Upper California; Oh, that’s the land for me! We 11 go and lift our standard, we’ll go there and be free. • We'll go to California and have our jubilee— A land that blooms with beauty rare, A land of life and liberty. With flocks and herds abounding; Oh, that’s the land for me. We’ll burst off all our fetters and break the gentile yoke. For long it has beset as, bnt. now it shall be broke; No more shall Jacob bow his neck. Henceforth he s l 'all be great and free, Jn. Upper Cal i for ni a; ‘'Oh. that's the land'for me! We'll reign, we’ll rule and triumph, and God shall be our king; Tho plains, the hills and valleys shall with hosannas ring, Our towers and temples there shall rise, Among the great Pacific sea, In Upper California; Oh. that’s the land for me! Instead of lifting their “glorious standard” in Upper California, the Saints, who had been singing John Taylor’s verses all the way from Nauvoo, changed their minds. It is strange, considering their constant intercourse with the Almighty, that it had not been revealed to the Saints how soon Mexico would lose control of the Far West,. Much trouble would have been saved. Brethren and sisters need nothave sailed from Atlantic ports to meet the faithful in Upper California: but the Lord made no sign and his people crossed the plains in ignorance of their fate. Before reaching Salt Lake valley, news came of Mexican defeat The stars and stripes floated over Upper California. One wilderness was as good as another, and Brigham Young halted where now stands the City of the Saints. Because old geographies labeled this portion of the American continent the “Great American Desert,” there is a delusion, which Mormons have done their best to foster, that Utah lias been transformed from sterility to a garden. The beauty, fertility aud picturesqueness of several valleys in Utah wero known to mountaineers and travelers long before Brigham Young dreamed of turning his face toward the setting sun. I have talked with a distinguished lawyer, who, as a youth, wandered through those valleys, and lighted his hunter’s fire on the spot where now looms up the Mormon Temple. This was several years before the coming of the Saints. Ho feasted his eyes on wonderful natural beauties, and remarked the richness of the soil, which then produced luxuriant grass three and four feet in height. It was because of charm and fertility that the Mormons pitched their tents within sight of wonderful Salt Lake. The land that was not covered with grass was covered with sage brush, and it is perfectly well known to those conversant with this Western country that wherever sage brush grows there is fine soil for agricultural purposes, given water, of course. Water kills sage brush, and leaves the land ready for seed. The route to Salt Lake was well known and well defined six years before the Mormon emigration. To refer to their journey across the plains as “through a country probably as little known as were the deserts of Arabia in the time of the Jews, and in tho face of enemies as fierce and bloodthirsty as those encountered by the Israelites in their inarch from Egypt to the promised land,” excites a smile from those who preceded the Saints, as well as from women of my acquaintance who drove their own wagons in Brigham’s pioneer countrv. Few were the Indians to molest and fewer to make them afraid, while the coyote, though it might make night hideous with its howling, was never known to attack a live human being. Travelers lend a willing ear to tho Mormon version of the forming of what was known as the “Mormon Battalion” during the Mexican war. I have myseif been told how inhumanly the United States government had called upon the suffering emigrants for 500 volunteers when not a man could be spared, and how this call was obeyed at terrible sacrifice to the Saints. What say the records at Washington? That Brigham Young, in order to assist Mormon emigration, sent his agent, Jesse C. Little, to Washington for tho purpose of urging upon the gov

eminent, the advisability of enlisting 1.000 Mormons, of arming, equipping and establishing thojn in California—the land to which they wore bound as emigrants; the land which the United States had determined to wrest from Mexico. Brigham Young’s object was to have his cake and eat it, too. As emigrants, these men would be an expense; as volunteers, they would be a source of revenue. Eventually the government recruited 500 Mormons, marched them across the country, disbanded them in California, allowing them to retain their arms, and paid them $20,000 for their needless services. This money was collected by Brigham Young's agent, John D. Lee, ostensibly for the families of the volunteers, but good authority avers that much of it clung to Brigham’s fingers. In the Millenial Star (Liverpool)*of Nov. 15, 1340. John Taylor addresses the Saints in Great Britain thus:- “The President of the United States is favorably dis posed to us. He has sent out orders to have 500 of our brethren employed in an expedition that was fitting out against California, with orders for them to be employed for one year, and then be discharged in California, and to have their arms and implements of war given to them at the expiration of tho term, and as there is no prospect of any opposition it amounts to the same as paying them for going to the place where they were destined to go without (Me). They also had the privilege of choosing their own leaders.’’ For this benevolence the United States eovernment receives constant and lying abuse from those who alone were benefited. Upon the accession of James Buchanan to the Presidency, in 1850. the Territory of Utah was organized into a separate military department in the same manner as had been Florida, Texas, Kansas, and other portions of the United States. Major Van Vleit was commissioned by tho government to notify Brigham Young of the fact. Young was then Governor of Utah, but was about to be succeeded by Alfred Cumming. of Georgia. The appointment of a gentile as head of the executive, had been rendered absolutely necessary by the treatment which federal officials had received from the Mormons. Perhaps it should here be stated that Congress has absolute control over the Territories, but from tho settlement of Utah, in 1847, it had allowed Brigham Young to exercise despotic power. A reign of ten years had convinced Joseph .Smith’s successor of his divine right to rule over Utah. Major Van Vleit told Brigham Young that, the troops would enter Utah simply to establish a post; that they neither would nor could be used to molest or interfere with the people, as their sole province was to act as a posse comitatus on a requisition of tho Governor of the Territory in case the authority of the government was defied. The troops held the same orders as were given to those of the Department of Kansas. Major Van Vleit likewise informed Brigham Young that the government's intentions toward the people of Utah were absolutely pacific. “I was soon convinced,” wrote Major Van Vleit in his report to tho Secretary of War, ‘•that Governor Young had decided upon the course he intended to puisue, and could I have laid before him the most pacific indentions of the government over the signature of the President himself, it would not have turned him from it. At present Gov. Young exercises absolute power, both temporal and spiritual, over the people of Utah, both of which powers he and the people profess to believe emanate directly from the Almighty. Hence the opposition of the people to anew Governor, and the remark of Gov. Young that should Gov. Cumming enter the Territory, he would place him in Ins carriage and send him hack. “I heard John Tavlor, in a discourse to a congregation of over 4,000 Mormons, say that none of the rulers of the earth were entitled to their positions unless appointed to them by the Lord, and that tho Almighty had appointed a man to rule over and govern his Saints, and that man was Brigham Youug, and that they would have no one else to rule over them.” If Ireland or Canada refused to receive the tho Governor-general appointed by the British government, what would sucli ref usal bo called, and how would it be treated? No sooner was Major Van Vleit’s hack turned than Brigham Young issued the following pioelamation: •’Citizens of Utah: We are invaded by a hostile force, who are evidently assailing us to accomplish our overthrow and destruction. * * * Our opponents have availed themselves of prejudice existing against us, because of our religious faith, to send out a formidable host to accomplish our destruction. We have no privi lege, no opportunity of defending ourselves from the false, foul and unjust aspersions against us before the Nation. • “The government lias not condescended to cause an investigation committee, or other person, to be sent to inquire into and ascertain the truth, as is customary in such eases. * * * “Our duty * * * requires that, we should not quietly stand still and see those fetters forging around which are calculated to enslave and bring us in subjection to an unlawful military despotism, such as can ouly emanate (in a country of constitutional law) (i'om usurpation, tyranny arid oppression. “Therefore I, Brigham Young, Governor and Superintendent of Indian Affairs for the Territory of Utah, in the name of the people of the United States in the Territory of Utah: *T. Forbid all armed forces of every description from coming into this Territory, under any pretense whatever. “2. That ail the forces in said Territory hold themselves in readiness to march at a moment’s notice to repel any and all such invasions. “3. Martial law is hereby declared to be exist in this Territory from and after the publication of this proclamation, and no person shall he allowed to pass or repass into or through. ot # from the Territory, without a permit from the proper officers. “Given under my hand and seal, at Great Salt Lake City, Territory of Utah, this 15th day of September, A D., 1857, and of the independence of the United States of America the eighty second. Brigham Young.” “On the following day (Sunday),” writes the historian Stenhouse, “the tabernacle discourses were overflowing with inspiration. For years the Saints had been listening to predictions which promised them national independence. They had been looking forward to the time when the government, by some act of folly, should rise op against the Lord's anointed, and force an issue that would justify the Saints in throwing off their allegiance and verify the inspiration of the Apostle Taylor, now president of the church.” In that Sunday’s sermon Brigham Young referred to the gentiles as “hellish rabbles,” and then paid his compliments to brave Gen. Albert Sidney Johnston’s army in this choice language: “They say that their army is legal, and I say such a statement is false as hell, and that they are as rotten as an old pumpkin 4hat has been frozen seven times and then molted in a harvest sun. Come on with your thousand illegally ordered troops, and I will promise you in the name of Israel’s God that you shall molt away as the snow before a July sun. * * * You might as well tell me that you can make hell into a powder house as to tell me that you could let an army in here and have peace, and 1 intend to tell them and show them this if they do not stay away. * * * And 1 say our enemies shall not slip the ‘bow on old Bright’s neck’ again. God bless you. Amen.” One year ago President John Taylor denied in the North American Review that there ever was a Mormon rebellion If this is not rebel lion, what is it? But listen to the patriotic songs of those days. Here is a sample in two verses of a “hymn” sung in the tabernacles after the administering of the Lord's supper, when all Mormondom rose up it arms at the suggestion that the United States had a right to send troops into its own possessions: Old Sam lias arnit, I understand, Du dah! A Missouri ass to rule our land, Du dah! du dah day! But if he comes we'll have some fun, Du dah! To see him and his juries run, Du dah! du dah day! Churns —Then let us be on hand, By Brigham Young to stand, And if our enemies do appear We’ll sweep them from the land. Old Squaw-killer Harney is on the way, Dn dah! The Mormon people for to slay, Du dah! du dah day! Now if he comes, the truth I’ll tell. Du dah! Our boys will drive them down to hell, Du dah! du dah day! Uhorns. etc. Nevertheless, Gen. Albert Sidney Johnston's army did enter Salt Lake valley, and if this brave officer had had his way ho would have then settled the Mormon question forever. He encamped about forty miles southwest of the town, in order to avoid all semblance of threat.

Fort Douglas, the present post, was established by Col. Connor in 18f>2. Utah’s prosperity dates from the advent of the army. Then for the first time it was possible for eentiles to live and prosper. Miners dared to invade tne Territory, and gold and silver were circulated as currency. Prior to 1857 the population of Utah had lived on “carrots and religion,” carrots being the coin of the hierarchy. FROM THE SABRE TO THE BROOM. The Ending of an Englishman’s Struggle to Keep Up with the Swells. Now York Letter in Boston Globe. Not much higher is this kind of life than a good deal of the club life arouud New York, where young chaps who have derived some money from industrious parents, or who have married simple women of wealth, and who are unable to do anything or are unwilling to work, put on their dress coats and white ties and go to the club every afternoon, imagining they are Englishmen, and the burden of their 'conversation is to find something ic the United States to assail. It seems to me there is not much to choose between this class of men and the lover class aforesaid. The others have more original stamina and human nature about them. 1 think T see about as many wrecks of cinb life in New York as there are wrecks of bar room life. Many of these clubs afford unexampled opportunities for adventurers, who could not elsewhere hand around the subscription list, start the game, and presume upon tho freshness of their fellow members. VYe borrow many things from England far worse than # anything indigenous here. I was recently talking to a broken-down man in this city who inherited some thousands of pounds, and with a portion of it bought a place in a British regiment. That was a tew years ago, before the buying of commissions had been abolished. Ho was recommended to buy a lieutenancy in a very stylish regiment, in which one of the British princes was the nomim.l colonel. He had to pay high for the place, and then the acting colonel presumed to make suggestions to him. which were in the light of orders. He told him. for example, that there were three horses he could sell him which he ought to have. Os course, he bought the horses at several times their value and they proceeded to eat their heads off. And then, win never a ball was given in honor of Lady Shoepeg or Lady Shoofly, the colonel notified the officer that he was expected to take so many tickets and contribute so much. He was then invited to gamble. and to refuse would have been to feel juvenile and perhaps lose the colonel’s regard. So he gambled. This did not exhaust his money fast enough, and he was next shown a great point on the stock exchange. Next he made a match with a woman of title, gave her elaborate presents, and about the time he was drawing near tho end of his purse she ran off and married a fellow officer, who was coming into something, as the phrase goes. So tho young man sold his commission and started for one of the British colonies, where he found the oppoi’tunities for starvation so good that he appeared in New York city with another wife, whom he had married for revenge, and a broom, and he was sweeping out a store on Broadway. This is a good deal like some portions of New York club life, with the omission of the fact that the young man never gets as high as the broom. The Author of “Beulah.’' Philadelphia Times. One of the bright days of the Southern journey dates a visit to the home ot Mrs. Willson, among the many old-time beautiful residences which are in the suburban part of Mobile. Few in the North would know Augusta J. Evans as Mrs. Willson, lut the name of Miss Evans is familiar to all the lovers of literature in every section of the country. Her fine old mansion is thickly surrounded by live oaks in perpetual verdure, a profusion of shrubbery and camellia trees, radiant with thousands of bursting buds and blooming flowers One tree that has evidently been the object of special care. bore full three thousand bright scarlet buds and flowers on its exquisitely symmetrical branches, and when in full bloom it must illumine the whole neighborhood. The visitors wero promptly admitted and greeted by the distinguished authoress in the hospitable style of the true Southern homo. She was neatly clad in pretty gingham costmne, and her welcome made all forgetful of formality She lives and moves in a vast bower of flowers, all planted and. nursed by her own hands, and she exhibits them with all the pride and affection of a Roman mother. Refreshments were served, and the ono vacant place at the table had a napkin ring holdingan exquisite white camellia. “That,”said Mrs. Willson, “is my husband's boquot for to day, and he has never been wit hout ono at any breaking of bread in our home since we were married, now sixteen years ago. ” She discussed authors with freedom but in generous kindness, and spoko sorrowfully of the decline in Southern literature, caused by the long trials and sacrifices of war. Sho inquired specially for Miss Brewster, of this city, and said that she had lately written to her, urging the reprint of new editions of her hooks. “I read no history of the war,” she said, with the impressive pathos that only a woman could exhibit. “The story is too sad to me and to those who saw its terrible sweep of destruction to be rescued from forgetfulness.” She filled the hands of her visitors with flowers and their hearts with love. She is a model Southern housekeeper, takes entire charge of her plants, and grounds, arid Jersey cows, and horses, besides finding leisure to make rapid progress in her new book. “1 do it by having system,” was her answer, when asked how she managed to do so much. It was a pleasant hour, and it added another to the many specially memorable incidents of tho journey in the South. Henry George on Dynamite. From an Interview. Do l believe in dynamite? You might as well ask me if I believe in cannibalism. All 1 have ever written and all I have ever spoken has expressed the very contrary ideas. 1 don’t believe in doing evil that good may come, and Ido believe in the Ten Commandments. As I told tho workingmen of London, and have told men everywhere that I have spoken to on the subject, force can accomplish nothing for the masses of the people until they form some intelligent idea of what they want. And when they do this, force will be needless. What everywhere enslaves men is their own ignorance and selfishness. All governments, all institutions, really rest on the active support or passive acquiescence of the masses. And fur this reason the work of social reform is not a matter of fighting, but of education. The dynamite of ideas is infinitely much more powerful than that which will throw down buildings and blow holes in streets. Another Historical Fraud. Winnipeg Times. It seems now that Wellington did not say at Waterloo: “Would to God that night or tho Prussians would come. ” According to a Barrio correspondent of a Toronto paper the expression used was: “I can hold my position here till night, and if the Prussians como upfin time 1 will give him the and dost licking he ever had ” The latter may not be .quite so pious, but there is a good deal of the old Duke about it. Tho correspondent had tho story from Mr. de Blaquiere, who had it from the Duke of Richmond, to whom it was addressed. The Duke of Richmond at that time was Lord March, and an invalid A. D. O. to his Grace the General. A Stunning Costume. Washington itettvr in i'hila<lc]phia News. Among the pe mark able costumes was that of Mrs. Archer, wify of the Scotch artist who is doing Mr. Blaine's portrait, and not at all to that statesman's satisfaction, they say. Mrs. Archer wore a dress of buttercup satin, with & higuneeked overdress of some gay white wiry material that stood out stiffly in harsh lines. She wore a brazen cincture about her waist, and on her head an Egyptian head-dress, with Oriental bangles dangling on her brow. She is a darkeyed woman, with black hair and olive clear complexion; but that outer costume would make Mrs. Langtry herself look like the —sphiux. Rather Liked It Himself. Philadelphia Bulletin. The following anecdote will interest the many friends of the genlal-Autocrat: Dr. Holmes honored a recent visitor by reading aloud several of his poems. After finishing “The Nautilus” he naively remarked, with no suspicion of vain glory in his voice: “There, isn't that fine! No poet, alive or dead, couM improve that!* Go north, young man, go north and freeze up with the country-—but don’t forget to take a h*”tle of Dr. Bulla Cough Syrup along.

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