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to the Turk. And in that event, the author of this history feels degraded by the reflection that the humble governor of an obscure state stands a fair chance like Pilate and Herod, by their official

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connection with the true religion, of being dragged down to pos- terity with an immortal name hitched to the name of a miserable imposter. There may be those whose ambition would lead them to desire an immortal name in hist >ry even in chose humble terms. I am not of that number." Peoria, 111., April 12, 1847.

Salt Lake City, Utah.

TILL LO, BEHOLD! Down, down upon the bounding deep, Our little bark was tossing high: The last lone star within the sweep Was sinking in a deeper sky Out, out, without a single star; I cried within that awful night "0 3ay, what friend in the afar Will be henceforth our beacon light?'

Up, up, I gazed with eager eyes, When all our works seemed but a loss, Till lo, behold in distant skies There rose the splendor of the Cross Salt Lake City, Utah.