December

when they hand in to the Governor and legislature the final reports they are now making up. In addition to showing a surplus of something like $2,000 in cash, they have on hand their wealth of floats and the beautiful Hall of Relics building, which will either realize something additional for the treasury or be devoted to some other public use; they have collected nearly $60,000— $4,475 of which it is interesting to know, came from mercantile houses outside of Utah, the remainder having been subscribed here, and realized from amusement enterprises set on foot by the Commission.

But outranking all the rest of their work, and more gratif}ang to the members of the Commission, even than the unique financial outcome of the great enterprise, is the grand result attained in another direction- — the suitable honoring of the Pioneers who still remain, and the tribute of affection paid to those who have passed before. Certainly, if the shades of that noble band in whose memory the monument was founded, were permitted to hover over the scenes of those five days' rejoicings, the spectacle they saw of all Utah joining in heartiest acclaim to glorify their deeds — must have caused them to feel that their trials had not been without recompense, and that their labors had not been in vain.

DECEMBER.

"lis dark December now. The early eves Are starless, long, and cold; the rain winds moan Like pined spirits; blind night seems never gone; Day is delightless; and grey morning grieves. The robin perches most on household eaves, Craving the crumbs he sings for from the kind. The slim deer screen them from the bitter wind Behind broad trees, crouching on fallen leaves.

But though all things seem sad without our doors, Within sits Christmas at the board of cheer, Heaped with large tithings of the month and year; And Wit now has his word, and Laughter roars, Till Music breathes her voice; and Home's warm hearth Hath its bright eyes, brisk fires, dance, song, and mirth.

Cornelius Webbe.