sitions, while actually leading them as to some. He would not recant and his life paid the forfeit. Now, had he been a daydreamer, a mere visionary, a speculator upon the credulity of his fellows, a scheming impostor, or anything of that kind, it is not to be supposed that he would cling to his false pretenses at such a cost, when even by making the appearance of abandonment he could have lived, as did Galileo; nor, is it for a moment to be admitted that even the attestation of his blood would alone have imparted such sanctity and virility to the cause as would have made it grow and prosper-exactly the reverse. Felling the tree would have killed it and all the vines, tendrils and branches growing with it. Does error ever propagate a condition of things by the operations of which the remotest wilds are penetrated, subdued, and brought within the pale of civilization, laying first the foundation and then consummating the creation of empire? Do those who wilfully and systematically uphold and practice pernicious doctrines continue to thrive, increase in numbers, and advance in all moral and material respects, until they themselves constitute an empire, their numbers increasing ten fold and their possessions a thousand fold within a generation's span-more particularly when the one whose name they revere and whose precepts they uphold was cut down at a time when the blow was more severe, more trying than it could have been at any subsequent time? Impossible! Wrong flourishes for a season, then fades, withers and passes away; but Right struggles on to endless life through adversity and antagonism, "unhurt amid the war of elements, the wreck of matter and the crash of worlds." Salt Lake City, Utah. EXCESSIVE HILARITY. Loud laughter shows unrefined character in a marked degree, and its frequency robs one of that delicate demeanor which always characterizes a true lady or gentleman. -GEO. W. CROCHERON. THE SEASON BEAUTIFUL. BY SUSA A. TALMAGE. We met in the hall as I came from sprinkling the flowers at twilight; I gathered him up in my arms and together we entered the library and cuddled down in the coziest window corner. Then he threw one arm about my neck and rested his head against my face, so that his curls brushed my cheek. "What shall it be tonight, Boy Beautiful?" I asked. He slipped down into my lap. We both rested our elbows on the sill of the open window and looked out across the glimmering lake to the sunset colors above it! Then Boy Beautiful spɔke: "The little white cloud is a fairy story-a Japanese story that you read out of the rice paper book; the red cloud shall be a tale of Balder and Loki, and the tiny golden one a story which is really, truly about someone whom you know." Then we watched and waited. The white cloud faded away into a wonderful mist; the red one left nothing but a patch of rose color where it had been, but the little golden one remained deep and brilliant. Then the arm was thrown again abcut my neck, the curls brushed my cheek, and Boy Beautiful began to count, "One, two, three, four-when I say twenty-five you must begin," and when he called the number I was ready with my story. "Once upon a time, Boy Beautiful, not so very long ago, there was a woman who lived in this very country where we live, and she had a great bed of hyacinths outside of her window just as we have; and in the grass of the lawn, and all along the walks, violets bloomed-thousands of them, deep, deep purple and pure white ones. The apple trees were all abloom, and the sunset over the lake was wonderful to see. "This woman loved it all. She filled her house with blossoms, and her soul she filled with the springtime spirit and the great joy of living. "Then there came to this woman an April time and a May time that were even fairer than any other had been. The hyacinths were richer in their pink and lavender tints; the violets were larger, and the apple blossoms seemed peerless in their great loveliness. The burst of sunset colors, and the gleam of the waters took on a new meaning, until sometimes it seemed that she must cry out from a realization of what it all meant to her. For one had come into her life who was to her the Being Wonderful. He was tall and very, very strong, and his eyes were beautiful, and his hair was beautiful, and his voice thrilled like the song of the birds in the tree at the woman's window. This man taught her the new meaning of the springtime loveliness. "Then, one night just at sunset, they walked together to their home. The house was filled with blossoms to welcome her, and the perfume of the violets and the hyacinths came in through the open windows. The woman's dress was white and her hat was pushed back and hung by the ribbon strings so that her happy face was raised to her husband, and there, Boy Beautiful, in his eyes she read the meaning of her life. "Then followed many just such springtimes. In one of them you came, Boy Beautiful, in all the glory of the flowers and the sunset; the woman was almost afraid of her own happiness, then. "Then came a different April time and a different May time. The hyacinths lost their beauty, and violets were no longer deep and wonderful; the apple blossoms seemed no more weighted down with the burden of their own charm; and the sunset colors no longer met in glorious abandon, and the waters of the lake lost their glint and sparkle. "The woman saw it all and felt it all, for the springtime had faded in her heart, and her home also; she seemed helpless to bring back what once had been, and because of her own weakness she suffered more than anyone can tell. There were other springs like this one, for, oh, Boy Beautiful, the springs will always be loaded down with pathos for her, the old ones are only memories." Boy Beautiful slipped down into my lap. He was asleep; I laid him on the couch beside me, and sat with my face buried in my clasped hands thinking of what once had been. -a Then there came a strange sound from across the room sound as of someone breathing heavily, ending in a half sob. Then someone was beside me; he had heard my story to the boy. And his eyes were beautiful, and his hair was beautiful, and his voice with its dear old accents was sweeter and richer than the songs of the birds in the tree at my window. Then, in an instant, I knew that the rare old beauty of the springtime had come back for me; the hyacinths were glorified in their colors and perfume; the violets filled the garden with their sweetness, and the apple blossoms were flooded with pink. The sunset tints mingled again in their deep combinations, and the waters of the lake fairly danced in their rapture. For he, my husband, drew me up beside him, and we left Boy Beautiful there asleep. Together we passed out into the garden, and there made our peace under God's sky, alone in the springtime twilight. New York, N. Y. OPPORTUNITY. Master of human destinies am I! Fame, love, and fortune on my footsteps wait. Cities and fields I walk; I penetrate Deserts and seas remote, and passing by I knock unbidden once on every gate. I answer not, and I return no more! JOHN JAMES INGALLS. A MESSAGE FROM A WOMAN OF THE LATTER-DAY SAINTS TO THE WOMEN IN ALL THE WORLD. BY SUSA YOUNG GATES. II. Civil Rights. The women of Utah were the second to receive the elective franchise in the United States, those of Wyoming being first. In February, 1870, the legislature of Utah passed a law enfranchising the women of the state. This bill was introduced by that staunch old friend of women's rights, Abram O. Smoot, father of Senator Reed Smoot. Washington politicians hoped to see the dismemberment of the Church by giving the power to vote to the supposedly enslaved "Mormon" women. But when the contrary proved the case, and the women voted for their own brothers, fathers and sons, instead of their enemies, Congress decided to repeal the franchise, which was done in the year 1886. But with the Enabling Act of the new state, passed in January, 1896, was incorporated the elective franchise for all women in Utah. Even then, we were third in the march of progress for women, Wyoming and Colorado alone being ahead of Utah, in granting the franchise to women. Women have been members of school boards and other public boards for thirty years. They have acted in nearly every civil capacity, except perhaps as governor or as judge, ever since Utah became a state. They have been members of constitutional conventions, clerks of legislatures, and assistants in all city and county offices ever since the establishment of the territory. Women have attended the legis |