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Mormon movement, and these intelligences will develop new communities
under similar auspices. The legislators of the land, the Napoleons of the
day, would do well to investigate the policy of the leaders of Utah.

The crimes common in your large cities are not known among the Mormons.
They live on friendly terms with the red men of the plains, and are just
in their dealings.

Each citizen is taught that the public welfare is his own welfare. In
your own large towns the citizens shirk public duties; but in Utah there
is a oneness of feeling, which it would be well for those who consider
themselves superior in the scale of civilization to imitate.

W. E. BURTON.

_DRAMA IN SPIRIT LIFE_.

"Honor pricks me on. Yea; but how if honor pricks me off when I come on?
How then? Can honor set-to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the
grief of a wound? No. Honor hath no skill in surgery, then? No. What is
honor? A word. What is that word, honor? Air. A trim reckoning! Who hath
it? He that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? No. Doth he hear it? No.
Is it insensible, then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the
living? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it."

What is honor? A mere word. What is Heaven? A word--a phantasy. A
vaporish place, too delicate and subtle for such fun-loving, corpulent
specimens of the Creator's wisdom as old Jack Falstaff.

O rare Jack Falstaff! He was a child of nature, and to my thinking, his
homely phrases displayed more intuitive knowledge of the laws of nature
than the finest transcendental imaginings ever discovered.

We shock the feelings of a thousand playwrights and play-goers by
asserting that in this impalpable land of souls we are guilty of
encouraging the playhouse! But so it is; we cannot live on "honors;" the
fame and glory which has been awarded to us by our fellow-men on earth is
like chaff to us.

It was with hardly an emotion of surprise that I beheld theatres in the
spirit land, though I have seen many who, having been fed on the false
system of religion, and pampered on glittering imaginings, start back
with alarm on beholding the magnificent buildings we have erected to the
drama, thinking, that by some strange turning, they had entered through
the wrong gate.

The drama with us is a source of both enjoyment and instruction. The
history of past ages in the spirit world is enacted with thrilling
interest, and each new spirit from earth has an opportun