Ancient Aztec Ruins and Indian Fort, near Pinedale Meetinghouse, Arizona

MISERY. 985

To be compelled to dip the brush into a black soul to produce with it a good reputation. To make crimes appear innocent, to make a deformed life look beautiful and innocent, to make people believe that wrongs are just acts of kindness—is a burdensome task, and these slaves that are compelled to perform it grow weary. To put sugar with poison, to have to drink this to make it appear pure; to bridle every gesture, keep watch over every word that it will not contradict a previous one, not even to have a coun- tenance of one's own —what can be harder, what can be more tor- turing? They seem to believe that they deserve to succeed. They hate the man to whom they have to lie. They love no one. 'Tis a gloomy light that illuminates their soul. "To him there is no sun, no glorious summers, no brilliant skies, no fresh April dawns." For him is only misery. Pine Valley, Utah.

[Photo by Geo. Albert Smith.]

Ancient Aztec Ruins and Indian Port, near Pinedaie Meetinghouse, Arizona.