ld be hopeless, and they know it--not protection,
for they now have no need of it,--but that identity of
political institutions and that community of laws with the
rest of us, which was confessedly their birthright when they
were driven beyond our borders.

"I said I would give you the opinion I formed of the Mormons:
you may deduce it for yourselves from these facts. But I will
add that I have not yet heard the single charge against them
as a community, against their habitual purity of life,
their integrity of dealing, their toleration of religious
differences in opinion, their regard for the laws, or their
devotion to the constitutional government under which we live,
that I do not from my own observation, or the testimony of
others, know to be unfounded."

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ORIGINAL POETRY.

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THE BRIDE'S REVERIE.

BY MRS. M.E. HEWITT.

Lonely to-night, oh, loved one! is our dwelling,
And lone and wearily hath gone the day;
For thou, whose presence like a flood is swelling
With joy my life-tide--thou art far away.

And wearily for me will go the morrow,
While for thy voice, thy smile, I vainly yearn;
Oh, from fond thought some comfort I will borrow,
To wile away the hours till thou return!

I will remember that first, sweet revealing
Wherewith thy love o'er my tranced being stole;
I, like the Pythoness enraptured, feeling
The god divine pervading all my soul.

I will remember each fond aspiration
In secret milled with thy cherished name,
Till from thy lips, in wildering modulation,
Those words of ecstasy "I love thee!" came.

And I will think of all our blest communing,
And all thy low-breathed words of tenderness;
Thy voice to me its melody attuning
Till every tone seemed fraught with a caress.

And feel thee near me, while in thought repeating
The treasured memories thou alone dost share
Hark! with hushed breath and pulses wildly beating
I hear thy footstep bounding o'er the stair!

And I no longer to my heart am telling
The weary weight of loneliness it bore;
For thou, whose love makes heaven within our dwelling,
Thou art returned, and all is joy once more.

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TO ----. BY MRS. R.B.K.

Oh how I loved thee! how I blessed the hour,
When first thy