Springtime: A Poem

EARLY-DAY RECOLLECTIONS OF ANTELOPE ISLAND. 339 on some of these long runs. It was a test that tried the mettle of every horse in the band, the horses that came out in the lead on a fifteen or twenty mile run could be depended upon as animals that were almost priceless for saddle animals, over a rough and mountainous country. That day the price of island horses rose fifty per cent, and the man who could afford to own one of these beautiful animals was considered lucky. On the morning of the fourth day, President Young and party returned home, and those who composed the company declared without hesitation that they had had "the time of their lives, " and would always look back to this excursion to Antelope Island with the greatest of pleasure. Salt Lake City, Utah. [to be concluded in next number.]

SPRINGTIME. (For the Imvrovement Era. 1 The blossoms fragrant springing, Down in the leafy dell, The whisp'ring winds of springtime. How sweet the tale they tell ! With joy we hail their coming, O'erspreading hill and plain, With wildest flowers the sweetest, Hid in the mossy lane. King Winter's reign is over. The biting ^frinds have flown. All nature wakes to gladness, Sings in melodious tone. Wfirm breezes kiss tie violets. Where once the snows lay deep; Full is the world of sunshine That wakes the flowers from sleep. Lydia D. Alder. Salt Lake City, Utah.