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BY S. B. BOW.
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. OVOCATXOJI TO SPRING.
r Xovely season . balay Spring I ' . ,
feme and all thy gladness bring !
t Come on beds of fairest flower.
Wiih fragrance of magnolian bowers !
Com and paint the violet bine,
' And the lily's charm renew ; .
- Lovely season ! balmy Spring !
, ; Come, and 'round thy beauties fling ?
j Poou amid the vernal grove,
Will appear the birds we love.
Sweetest notes that mount on high,
' Greeting Spring' uncertain iky, '
- Are the gentle round that float
From theao warbler's tuneful throat :
Loroly aeajoa ! balm y fc-pring!
Como and all thy birdling's bring t
Come and give the rose it bloom,
.And the flow'rets their perfume,
And the verdant Holds bestrew
With thy pearly dropi of dew.
- Lovely season f balmy Spring!
Come with fragrance on thy wing.
Come, adored in artloti style !
Come, and let creation sinlle.
. From the Portland Transcript.
MONEY IS ALL. -'
This la what they say, I know, but that
doesn't quite make it bo. Money is an excel
Uuit thing, aud has done a great work for the
vorld a the drunken sailor said water had
f.T tiA igit.wii j but sometimes it so happens
.' when it man secures all ho nims at, he is
' discontented as 1eforr he had a dollar in
rr. : l.use.
M"-e ,;irl mi!.o the most of the mischief in
't'i r-lter; for they will hardly look at any-i-vdy
who is uot "ric':" and hence uiaDy a
yong fellow, wh j is competent to make a wo-r--.w
hpy ucr days, is obliged to take up
jth shivery bachelor's commons, till he is
ei'"r in luck or in his grave. And that is of
t... just r.bout the same thir.g.
Sanh Storms was one of a family of scven
een daughters ; and that family unfortunately
.r er?dtO bepoor. Hence the mother kept
& 'iia-p oy on all the opportunities that offer
tifor "matches." She grew as keen as an
operator in State street, and didn't disguise it
..;.' '"t'.f s much, either. Sarah ought to
have been married long ago, said her mother.
Slier.".? 1 mm not going to guess how old;
but old enough to take the prefix, Mrs., Cer
.uly.. Her mother bad been looking out for
I.e., a ad she had been looking out for herself.
Two or three enretic, enterprising and like
ly yc.rs r-.en bad bestowed their favors in
vain, and two or three moro had concluded
that It ras no use for them to try cither. So
there she was, pretty well ashore, as you can
see for yourself. What to dof she didn't know,
till aiong canio a rich, old bachelor both
rich and old who seemed to have moved into
the place expressly for the purpose of reliev
ing the worthy Storms family of their trouble,
lie was a stranger to everybody. All that w.ns
known of him was, that he was rich. And for
Mrs. Storms, and Sarah, too, that was enough.
It wai'enough for all the money hunters be
sides. To find a rich stranger come to settle
cniong ihi:m, was like waking up some fine
n.viuinj, and finding the whole menagerie
elephant and all right before their doors.
It would make a deacon laugh in meeting,
to tell hiui the many little devices that were
practised by the mother Storms, to first enlist,
and then engross the attention of Mr. Mulli
gan, the rich stranger. And (hey did it; of
course they did, thongh every other female In
town cut them off from their friendship in con
sequence. Then, having secured his acquain
tance, how they watched, and worked, ami
coulrived, to win over his well, his partiality
and they did that, too. All the world could
not havo stopped them. Other girls were jeal
ous, and held back j this only gave tho Storms
si clearer Geld for operation. What did Mrs.
Storms knenr about Mr. Mulligan's disposi
tion? Nothing. What did she care 7 Less.
"What did' ah? thir'i of, but tho swiftest way of
mr.rrying off her darling daughter, and marry
And sha succeeded in that, too. Sarah
Stcrtns had a pretty, infantile face, and show
ed a row of teeth as whitu as curds whenever
she laughed. She had a rather tall and grace
ful figure too, and took pains to show a pretty
foot as often as Mr. Mulligan was in the way
of seeing it. And what did ho know about
women or matrimony or any of tho finer
and fairer qualities tint ara so essential to do
' mestic felicity T Nothing nothing nothing.
Sarah was a pretty girl, and he liked her looks
---oho appeared to bo very attentive to him,
nd his fancy bewildered and deluded him.
So he stolo over one evening, and offered him
olf plump. Sho didn't refuse him, and you
needn't think sho did. JS'or did her mother
u!t down after ho had gone until Sarah had
told her the story, and cried au hour or two
about it. No, kind reader, you know better
as well as I do. They mado a family Thanks
r''iDg over the event, hoping that every other
: -ni'. in tho t'jwn felt like Instituting a Fast.
Tl.iy were married. Sarah Storms was
" ':" ssy Mrs. MvlHgan. Some of the girls
r ' ' 'f never vould own such a name but
in fair to sy of them that they were envious.
How could they well help it, when Sarah had
drawn the ouly prize, and rhey nothing but a
bominable blanks ? They made a great party
on tho occasion, and a groat fuss. All tbo
own and country were set In an uproar, Just
because an old man was going to marry a
young girl as if that would mend the matter
at all, when there was no such thing as mend
ing it in the world. Mr. Mulligan moved his
new young wife into a nlco house, nicely fur
nished, and told her there she was,' moaning,
I suppose, that now there was no help for her
But she tbooght he only meant that she was
the miitrtsi. Everything was in order. Eve
rything was fine. The rooms were newly fur
nished, but lacked the cozy look of home.
The walls were high and chilly. The ntmos-
phere was a strange atmosphere, and Sarah
didn't know for a time whether she was going
to get used to it. But there ahe was, alone
and thoughtful. : Before this, she believed
that as soon as she was married, all her old
friends would flock In to see her and express
their envy of her good luck. That would
make her so much happier, you know. But
not a living soul came near her. A few middle-aged
people, old housekeepers themselves,
dropped in to make wedding calls, but as for
young folks, her schoolmates and playmates,
they kept away from her, and looked askance
at her in meeting.
"Never mind I" thought she to herself. At
least, I can make up for it, by having my sis
ters and my mother around me." Yes, she
tried that experiment, and tried it thoroughly.
This was the way of it. She conld not bear to
be left alone so much no young girl could.
Therefore, sho sent for her family to come
and share her good fortune freely. And they
came. Susan, and Julia, and Ellen, and Fan
ny, and Mary, they were all there, with their
mother, and Elizabeth besides. They were
there every day. Some of them stayed to
dinner; some stayed to supper; some were
there all through the evening. They took the
house by storm, without trying to come short
of a pun by a singlo letter ; overhauled the
kitchen, tho parlor, tho pantry. In all her
domestic arrangements, great and small, they
had busy and energetic hands. They arranged
the table, and hunted over Mr. Mulligan's
wardrobe. . They wondered, and held up their
hands, and admired ; in truth, they the Storms
family and not Mulligan's wardrobe, became
occupants of his newly bought and furnished
house. Mr. Mulligan began to grow nettled.
"Sarah, said he, ono day, "don't go to
your mother's so much." It did not sound
like a request; it was an order. She looked
up at him in surprise.
"I think your friends are here altogether
more than is for your good." And bo plung
ed his face in a newspaper.
The strangest feelings camo over her. Did
she ever stop to think that her husband would
address such language to her as that and so
soon after marriage, too ? Not long after,
Sarah's mother sent her a nice pudding for
dinner. "Seo here," said the young wife to
her husband. "See what the folks have sent
in."
"A pudding, hey 1 'Well how many do they
expect you to send back again J" and utter
ly re I' used to taste a bit of it.
Sarah's heart was cut again. A young girl
like her never had thought such things of. her
husband, especially as she knew beforehand
how rich he was. Ho could have fed theStorms
family the year round, and not have felt it j the
trouble was he wouldn't.
Christmas came along. "Mr. Mulligan,"
said sho, teasingly. He grunted a monysyl
lable at her, and listened. "I want to make
mother a present, you kpow, she has been so
kind to us since we were married."
t Altogether too kind," he answered.
Her eyes filled instantly. "But 1 can't help
wanting to do something for my own mother,"
said she.
"Then why don't you doit? but not with
my money, let mo tell you."
There it was. She had married his pile of
money, without stopping to consider what
kind of a man she was likely to get along with
it ; and now sho was learning at a terrible cost
of her happiness. Of course, the Storms fam
ily heard of his sentiments toward her. But
sho was satisfied for a time to ponder upon it
by herself. There was ever so much prido in
tho way to begin with; and how could sho
make a needless fuss before the public? There
fore, sho concluded to be silent, to seo how
matters would como out. Ono evening again,
Sarah made a little party unbeknown to her
husband; sho thought that thus she could a
void irritating him. 'For ho seemed to have
grown so crabbed and cross of late, there was
no trying to do anything with him.
They w'ere all assembled in one room, and
having the gayest time of it you can think of.
Susan, and Julia, and Ellen, Fanny and Eliza
beth they were there In tho best of dress and
the highest of spirits together with Mrs.
Storms, of course. She had engineered this
little affair herself, all with her own hands and
brain. This sho meant as a sort of coup d'etat
to show Mr. Mulligan, the husband of her
danghter Sarah Mulligan, that there were some
things that could be done just as well as others,
and that she knew how to do them too. So
thcro was her whole family, except JhV.Storms,
but he was nobody. Such a time as they were
having. Tho "best lamps' were lighted, and
made day of the darkest corners. The fire
glowed in a mass of living coals, warming ev
ery hand aDd heart there was there. Sarah
looked as composed and courageous as she
possfbly could, while her mother kept one eye
on the rest, and tho other and the better ono
on the door. If Mr. Mulligan camo in, she
was to assume responsibility, authority, every
thing else. Sarah was to go just for nothing.
"I'll break bim of this habit of growling,"
thought Mrs. Storms , "and the sooner it .
done the better for biro and for us. Ill let
bim know that I ara still my daughter's moth.
er, and that I never threw her away when I
consented to let her marry bim. We shall see
who rules, and see pretty soon, I'm thinking."
The fun went on games, plays, romps, chat
and laughter. The room was a little world of
life and happiness. Mrs. Storms pretended to
take a part in tbem "herself, but still she was
uneasy,-not to aay uncomfortable. Sarah
didn't know exactly how she did feel. She
felt like anybody but the mistress or even the
vicegerent of her own house. She was think
ing of her lord thinking she had a great deal
rather be would stay out a while, than como In.
But her thinking abont it made but little diff
erence, for before even mother Storms herself
was aware of it, the door opened, and in he
bolted. He stodd stock-still for a moment,
surveying them all. Then he marched straight
to his chair by the fire, and thumped down In
to it with a rich man's emphasis. Mrs. Storms
ventured to accost him first.
"I'd like to know whose bouse you think
this is," he replied to her.
"Mr. Mulligan," said she, assuming avast
deal of dignity, "your wife is my daughter.
"And that's all the relstionship. I wish
you'd remember it. I didn't marry the whole
family."
The mother grew rsd ind lost her temper.
"Do you mean to say, sir," she asked, "that
wo are not at liberty to come into her house 7"
"This is my house."
And os much hers as yours."
"Never ! Just recollect that if you please,
I own my own property. I promised only to
support her. And here I find I have a whole
family on my shoulders. It appears too much
like beggars." ' ' ,
"Beggars ! sir V demanded Mrs. Storms
"Do you call us beggars, sir."
"It's getting to be not much better, I can
assure you."
"Sarah, do you hear that ? Do yoji intend
to sit and hear your mother and yonr own sis
ters insulted before your face, in yxur own
house,' too ? Will you submit to that, my
daughter?" ,
"You have no authority, madam," said Mr.
Mulligan. "You had better leave. I am mas
ter here."
Upon which she got up in a rage, and bade
all her daughters to follow her, Sarah inclu
sive.
"I command you to stay here with.me J said
the husband to his wife." Sarah set up to cry.
"Come along with your mother," said the
latter, going forward and taking a persuasive
hold of her.
"If you go, I forbid you this house forever,"
said he. "You leave at your own peril."
The mother was too much for her. Even
she, designing as she was, forgot the conse
quences, ana trooped oil with the rest, one
hoped that Mr. Mulligan would come round in
the morning, and be sorry for it. So in tho
morning, sho sent for some of her daughter's
clothes. But the determined husband would
not let a single rag go.
He said he knew his rights., and he Intended
to maintain them. And he did. The conse
quence of it 'A as, that a separation at once took
place; the matter became public scandal ; Sa
rah was a poor, broken down woman ; her
mother fretted her own and her family's hap
piness all away ; and Mr. Mulligan moved off
to other and distant quarters. And so this
bubble of Mrs. Storm's own blowing, had bro
ken, and fallen a mere tear drop' to the ground.
But not a girl in all that town has thought to
give away her heart or her hand since, with
out first making particular inquiry in relation
to tho temper as well as the pocket of her fu
ture husband. All the other young ladies
would do well to take a hint or two from their
example.
Terrible and Fatal Affair. A terrible
affair occurred in Bullitt county, Ky., two or
three miles from Shepherdsville, on Thursday
last. A young man in the neighborhood bad
for some time been paying attentions, with a
view to matrimony, to.a young lady named E
lizabeth Buchcy. For some reason the young
gentleman was objectionable to the girl's fath
er, Mr. Julius Bnchey, who broke off tho alli
ance and forbade the young man's visits. It
is said that, in compliance with her father's
wish, the young lady discarded her lover ; but
tho old gentleman, suspecting bis daughter
still indulged a lingering affection for her ad
mirer, bas been watchful of her movements.
Sho expressed a wish on Thursday morning to
spend the day at the residence of a neighbor,
Mr. EHaa Hall, to which her father objected,
adding that he had no doubt but it was her de
sign to meet her old lover. The young lady
protested that sho had no thought of meeting
him, and rebuked her father lor his lack of
confidence. During the conversation Mr. Bu
chey became excited apd exasperated, and,
drawing a revolver, fired at his daughter, the
shot taking effect iu her head. ', The first shot
was not fatal, and the young lady turned to
run, when the father fired another shot after
her, which penetrated a vital part, killing her
instantly. Conscious of the terrible crime
which ho had committed, but frantic with ex
citement, the unnatural parent discharged the
contents of a third barrel into his own head,
and expired as be fell. The tragedy is rend
ered even more painful by the reflection that
the father has been highly, esteemed by his
neighbors and all who ;knew him, was well to
do in the world, and apparently happy.
For the "Raftsman's Journal."
NEWSPAPERS , AND rOETKY.
What a variety of taste and style do we meet
with In the Journals of the day. Some give us
the news ; others are filled with dry discussions
of political questions ; some contain little else
than advertisements ; others again are devoted
to manures and guano, potatoes and : hemp ;
some are concerned about what they call sci
entific discoveries, and others about theology
and abstruse morals, forgetting, that "God is
love, and that he that dwelleth in love, dwel
leth in God." ,
Mr. Editor: Why cannot-we have Jn" the
same journal, what we ought to have in the
same life, if that life is a barmonions one ? As
we ought to be religious, cannot we have some
theology, something devotional ; as we ought
to be honest, cannot we have something on
morats ; as It is onr duty to be progressive,
caunot we have something on science ; and
something too, on agriculture and domestic e
conomy, as we have both, stomachs and backs
to support. As we are inquisitive creatures,
let us have the news of tho day. Let ns have
too, a good portion of politics, for in this coun
try we all belong to the nobility, we are all
kings and queens. And last, don't deprive us
of poetry, for our natures require this too.
We have hearts to be educated, we have affec
tions and sympathies to bo developed,we havo
tastes to be refined, and poetry, with children
and female society, are tho means of doing it.
No journal should bo without its "poet's cor
ner." I would as soon see an old bachelor,
shut himself out from the beautiful and lovely
of earth, as a journal without poetry. No per
sonal allusions, Mr. Editor, but without poetry,
children and female society, tho world would
be only one great Sahara.
Why, Mr. Editor, a newspaper without poe
try, is like a family without children, or a gar
den without flowers. What would the world be
without children 7 It would soon grow sav
age and barbarous., then old and sour, and dio
at last with the ague of the heart. I know
some persons never read what is in the poet's
corner ; but there are also some strange non
descripts who are equally displeased with what
they aro pleased to call tho incumbrances of
life. Those who can call children by this name
ought to be hung at once to save them from
committing a crime worthy of this death. It
is true, you cannot talk theology or philoso
phy to children, but they can talk these things
to you. And you have a heart, and children
can draw out and educate that heart as no oth
ers can. As the dews refresh nature, as well
as the showers and the sun, so do the prattle
and merry laugh of children cultivate the heart,
and draw out its amiabilities. So it is, Mr.
Editor, with poetry. It speaks to the heart,
as sun-light to the flowers ; it comforts the
soul, as dew the withered grass ; it mellows and
refines our nature like the smiles and kisses of
infants. Those who dislike poetry and chil
dren, look down upon the world like marble
statues, with their eyes of stone t having just
as little heart of flesh, as these their stony
prototypes.
They don't read poetry ! Well they ought
to read it to thaw out their icy natures, to hu
manize their savage heart. They don't read
poetry I And for the same reason, too, that
the sick don't eat food ; their whole moral na
ture is diseased, the fountain of human sym
pathy is dried np, their humanity bas given
place to the selfish propensities of the brute.
Women and children read poetry, and ever
will. There is a nature in them that sends
back an ocho to every stroke of poetic beauty,
and a chord In their hearts that vibrates to ev
ery touch of poetic tenderness. Bless God
for this oasis in the sandy deserts of life. The
selfish propensities have not driei'out of their
hearts all the holier sympathies of nature, nor
have they rendered them incapable of partici
pating in the joys and sorrows, in the emotions
and tastes of others.
Mr. Editor, I have sent you several letters
from "John," which you were pleaed to pub
lish. The above train of thought was sugges
ted by reading a letter from "John" to a little
girl, namod Florence, or Floy, a daughter of
G. W. M'CulIy. I transcribe the verses, and
send tbem to you for publication. I know
they will be enjoyed by your readers, and es
pecially by those who know "John,!' for "none
know him, but to love him, none name bim
but to praise." . , ;
LINE3 ADDRESSED TO FLOY,
BT JOB R. C B, or KANSAS TERRITORY".
Green hills around us. stretching far away.
Bask In the sunlight while the brecsca play
Slightly, or harshly; in their airy ircad,
As t were the sound of angels overhead.
And when our heart fills with a strange delight,
And ev'ry pulse beats quicker at the sight,
The mirage waters, mocking as they flow,
Warn us to keep our spirits pure below.
When spring arrays the fulness of her bloom
Around us, thus to smile away our gloom.
Thy laughing face shall sport amidst her flowers
Among the playmates of my cliildhood hours.
Then shall my heart, in memory wandering back
Along the sunnier portions of life's track,
With hones renewed,castoff each dragging chain,
Aid be in thought, a little child again. .
For In those hopes, which thus my heart beguile,
Eternal spring, eternal childhood smile.
0 Florence, seek the hope of heaven to share,
And in youth's freshness, set thy treasure there;
For time flies fast. Good bye, my little friend ;
Sweet thoughts around me throng, to thee extend,
And I shall feel their thrilling gnsh of joy
Whene'er I think of flowrets, or of Floy.
The reference, Mr. Editor, is the second
verso to the mirace. is very beautiful.
"The mirage waters, mocking as they flow,
Warn us to keep our spirits pure below."
Under favorable circumstances, the people
of Kansas are permitted to see the most beau
tiful mirage. The image of the stream, the
slopes, the groves, are painted on the air a
bove, and are seen in all their beauty, and
more than all, for a larger view Is thus bad of
tho whole acene, than could be bad from any
one point of observation. The two first stan
aa give us a beautiful picture of Kansas scene
ry. Yours truly, ; Moss.
Glenhope, March 81st, 1S57.
UTAH.
RESIQJf ATIOX OF JCDCE tRCMMO!f D.
To the Hon. J. S. Black, attorney General of the
U.S. ll'ashiiigton City, D.C.t
My Dear Sir : As I have concluded to re
sign the office of Justice of the Supreme
Court of the Territory of Utah, which position
I accepted in A. D. 1851, undr the administra
tion of President Pierce, I deem it due to the
public to give some of the reasons why I do
so. In the first place. Uriehani l ountr, the
Governor of Utah Territory, is the acknowl
edged head of the "Church of Jesus Christ of
Latter Day Saints, commonly called "Mor
mons," and as such head the Mormons look to
bim, and to hint alone, for the law by which
they are to be governed ; therefore no law of
Congress is by them considered binding in any
manner.
Secondly. I know that there is a secret
oath-bound organization among all the male
members of the church, to acknowledge no
law save the law of tho "Holy Priesthood,''
which comes to the people through Brighara
Young, direct from God, he, Young, being the
vice-gerent of God and prophetic successor cf
Joseph Smith, who was the founder of this
blind and treasonablo organization.
Thirdly. Iam fully aware that there is a
sot of men set apart by special order of the
church to take both the lives and property of
persons who may question the authority of the
church, (the names of whom I will promptly
make known at a future time.)
Fourthly. That the records, papers, &c, of
the Supreme Court have been destroyed by or
der of the church, with direct knowledge and
approbation of Governor B. Young, and the
federal officers grossly insulted for presuming
to raise a single question about the treasona
blo act.
Fifthly. That the federal officers of the ter
ritory are constantly insulted, harrasscd and
annoyed by the Mormons, and for those insults
there is no redress. "
Sixthly. That the federal officers are daily
compelled to hear the form of the American
government traduced, the chief executives of
tho nation, both living and dead, slandered and
abused from the masses, as well as from all
the leading members of the church, in the
most vulgar, loathsome and wicked manner
that the evil passious of man can possibly con
ceive.
' Again. That after Moroni Green had been
convicted in the District Court before my col
league, Judge Kinnoy, of an assault with in
tent to commit murder, and afterwards, on ap
peal to the Supreme Court, the judgment be
ing affirmed, and the said Green sentenced to
tho penitentiary, Crigharu Young gave a full
pardon to the said Green before he reached
the penitentiary ; also, that the said Governor
Young pardoned a man by the name of Baker,
who had been tried and sentenced to ten years'
imprisonment in the penitentiary for the mur
der of a dumb boy by the name of White
House, the proof showing one of the roost ag
gravated cases of murder that I ever knew be
ing tried; and to insult the Court and govern
ment officers, this . man Young took this par
doncd criminal with him, in proper person, to
church on the next Sabbath after his convic
tion, Baker in the meantime having received a
full pardon from Governor- Brigham Young.
These two men were Mormons.
On the other haud, I charge the Mormons,
and Gov. Young in particular, with imprison
ing five or six young men from Missouri and
Iowa, who are now in the penitentiary of Utah,
without those men having violated any crimi
nal law in America, but they were anti-Mormons,
poor, uneducated young men, on their
way to California; but because they emigra
ted from Illinois, Iowa or Missouri, and passed
by Great Salt Lake City, they were indicted
by a Probate Court, and most brutally and in
humanly dealt with, in addition to being sum
marily incarcerated in the saintly prison of the
Territory of Utah. I also charge Governor
Young with constantly interfering with the
federal courts, directing the Grand Jury whom
to indict and whom not ; and, aft jr the Judge's
charge to the Grand Juries aa to their duties,
that this man, Young, Invariably has some
member of the Grand Jury advised in advance
as to his will in relation to their labors, and
that hit charge thus given is the only charge
known, obeyed, or received by all the Grand
Juries of the federal courts of Utah territory.
Again, sir, after a careful and mature inves- ;
tigation, I have been compelled to come to the
conclusion, heart-rending and sickening as it
may be, that Capt. John W. Gnnnison and his
party of eight others, were murdered by the
Indians In 1858, under tho order, advice, and
direction of the Mormons, and that my Illus
trious and distinguished predecessor, Ilon.Le
oaldas Shaver, can to hi death by drinking
poisonous liquors, given to bim' under the or
der of the leading men of the Mormon Church,
in Great Salt Lake City ; that the late Secre
tary of the Territory, A. W. Babbitt, waa mur
dered on the ptilns, by a band of mormon ma
rauders, onder the particular and special order
of Brigham Young, lleber C. Kimball and J.
M. Grant, and not by the Indians, as reported
by tho Mormons themselves , and that they
were sent from Salt Lake City for that purpose,
and that only ; and as members of the Danite
Baud, they were bound to do tbo will of Brig
ham Young, as the bead of the Church, or for
feit their own lives. ''..".' 7
Theso reason, with many others that 1 might
give, which would be too heart-rending to in
sert in thjs communication, have induced me
to resign the office of Justice of the Territory
of Utah, and again return to my adopted Stats
of Illinois. My reason for making this com-i
munication thni public, is that the Democrat
ic party, with which I have always strictly ac
ted," Is the party now in power, and therefore
is the party that should now be held responsi
ble for the treasonable and disgraceful state
of affairs that now exist In Utah Territory. X
could, sir, If necessary, refer t a cloud of wit
nesses to attest the reasons I have given, aad
the charges, bold as they are, against those
despots who rule with an iion hand their hun
dred thousand souls in Utah', and their two
hundred thousand out of that notable Territo
ry, but shall not do so for the reason that tho
lives of such gentlemen as I should designate
in Utah and California would not be safe for a
single day. ' '
Iu conclusion, sir, I have to say, that In my
career as Justice of the Supreme Court of U
tah Territory, I havo tho consolation of know
ing that I did my duty; that neither threats
nor intimidations drove me from that path;
upon the other band, I am pained to aay, that
I accomplished little good white there ; that
the Judiciary is only treated ara farce. The
only rule of law by which the infatuated fol
lowers of this curious people will be governed
is the law of the Church, and that emenatea
from Gov. Brigham Young, and bim atone.
I do believe that if there were a man put in
office as Governor of that Territory who is not
a member of the Church (Mormon?), and be
supported with a sufficient military aid, that
much good would result from such a course ;
but as the Territory is now governed, and bas
been since the administration of Mr. Fillmore,
at which time Young received bis appointment
as Governor, it is noon-day madness and folly .
to attempt to administer tho law in that Terri
tory. The officers are insulted, harrassed and
murdered for doing their duty, and not recog
nizing Brighara Young as the only law-giver
and law-maker on earth. Of this every man
can bear incontestiblo evidence who has been
willing to accept an appointment in Utah ; and
I assure you, sir, that no man would be will.ng
to risk bis life and property in'that Territory,
after once trying the sad experiment. "
With au ardent desire that the present Ad
ministration will give due and timely aid to
the officers that may be so unfortunate as to
accept situations in that Territory, and that
the withering curse which rests- upon this na
tion by virtue of the peculiar and heart-rending
institutions of tho Territory of Utah may
be speedily removed, to the honor and credit
of our happy country.
I now remain, your obedient servant,
AY. W. DttiMMOKD,
Justice of Ut. Territory. .
March 30, A. D. 1857.
Osiy Ojie 0'Ci.ock. Mr. , cetning home
late one night from "meeting," was met at the
door by his wife.
"Pretty time of night, Mr. , for you to
come home pretty time, three o'clock in the
morning, you, a respectable man in the com
munity, and the father of a family !"
"Tisn't three, it's only one 1 heard it strike.
Council always sits till one o'clock."
"My soul 1 Mr. , you're drunk, as true as
I am alive, you're drunk it's three o'closk in
the morning." .
"I say, Mrs , it's one I heard it strike one
as I came round the corner, two or three timet t"
ETThere is a story extant of a young wag
who was onca invited to dine with an old gen
tleman of rather budden tempei. The dining
room was on the second floor, and the princi
pal dish was a fine roast ham. When the old
gentleman undertook to carve it, bo found the
knife ratherdull, and in a sudden passion flung
it down stairs after the servant, who brought
it. Whereupon the young gentleman seized
the ham, and with admirable dexterity hurled
it after the knife.
"What on earth do you mean ?" exclaimed
the old gentleman, as soon as Le coaKI apeak.
"I beg yonr pardon," was the cool reply,
"I thought you were going to dine down
stairs." . . . ' : . .
ET-Mrs. Smith, hearing strange sounds. In
quired of her new servant if she snored in bcr
sleep. "I don't know, marm " replied Beckr.
"I never lay awake long enough to disklver."
i -
KBlessed are those who are afraid oi thun
der for they shall hesitate about getting mar
ried, and keep away from political meetings.
Q3rI there a word in the English lan
guage, that contains all the rowels I" ".Yet,
unkwestlonably. '."','