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Show . r St. George , Utah , Wednesday, F ebruary 12, 1868 . iS her delicate hand with the cell at he Vol.1. . .. . 4 . . 4 . No, 4. x 4u im i clasped in his own, jgazed on her .for a moPobliih.d .very WEDNESDAY ment with nnmingled admiration and -and Warm morning. etlh.'iTimeiV building, the eloquent blood Splayed 8t. Gorg, UlU Ter. . upon hla cheek,, shadowing at intervals his manly forehead aud melting Vr Omr XMxUTImi, into beauty on his lip.' SON O OF THE CREATION. He stood in the prime of hla youth a . - . - Brighter ate the glory beaming, Splendor after splendor still Bias before theangcli vision, As place to fiU. Bright abode, where epirite pare Seek their bodice, lire and itay. Hark! hear ipirite now rejoicing, O'er thia bright triumphal day Glory to God the Father, And glory to the Son, For now the hoete of heaven See wondrous works begun. Xn gighteottineig and order JPt'l! aoon descend to dearth, Whereoodaerjlwecan know, A dJproye" ouj apirlta1 worth. Heavenly aongil They happy ainging Wend their way with muaie aweet, Saying that thia day hath broken, . That this day for God la meet. Bleat this earth, our Father'a making. All the thlnga thereon are bleat, For hie handiwork la perfect, Reigna there peace and happiness. Glory, glory, glory, glory, Glory now forever more. . See the troea In waving beauty Dancing with the lightaom breeae, And the birda within their branehea Sing aweet aonga the heart to plane See the flowere in beauty rieing, Sending forth their aweet perfume, Rlckeat painting in their colon, In the bud and in the bloom. Glory, glory, glory, glory, Glory noiw forever more. Soe the lion and the leopard, See the kidling aklpplng round, 8ee the royal tiger aleeplng With the lamb upon the ground. All the earth and all creation Cometh pure frem God own hand; But there neodeth one deacending There to rule the happy land. Glory, glory, glory, glory, Glory now forever more. Ekilt B. Srtxcza. THE WIFE. "I have been with thee in thy hour Of glory and of bliss, Doubt not ita memory'a living poorer To strengthen me through this 11 Mrt. Iltmant. She was a beautiful girl, when I first law her. SJie was atanding up at the aide of her lover at the marriage altar. She wjs slightly pale yet ever and anon, as the eeremony pro needed, a faint tinge of crimson crossed her beautiful eheek, like the reflection of a sunset cloud upon the clear Waters of a quiet lake. Her lover i ;? ; CORRESPONDENCE, He had . d . 8oo it fromthe element, From the dark, chaotic space. Rolling forth in brilliant splendor, ' 'Mong the world to take a plies; Glory, glory, glory, glory, Glory now forevermore., . of a dungeon. - . . Glory to the Heavenly Father, .nd Co Joiua Christ; Hi ion, For the blsiilngijot the foture, For an earth (hat's juit began. damp followed Amfcitioitas his God,andhad Our.' Dixie Times is born and ebris- -' failed in his career. lie had mingled with' men whom his heart lcathca, he tened. The event has been- - expected ' ' had sought out the fierce and for a few months, past,' because, we wronged spirits of bis land, and had sensed the fact that something would breathed into them the madness of re- be born in accordance with certain invenge. He hi.d. drawn against his dicatory symptoms, and we welcome fair form . he had fanned rebellion to a the wee morsel of a pnblieatory effort With hla feelings yet noble, hia spirit yet country, flame; which had been quenched in and realize a paper of our own v And warm . ' And Eagle to aheltef the dove with hla human blood. He had fallen, misera- we of the independent corps heartily f -- wing,been doomed to the welcome, the little stranger, who is bly fallen, and-haAn aim where the light twining tendril death of a traitor. : first born of all publications .that will might cling." It was his last night of life, the appear in the future of the great comYeari passed bn, and again I aaw morrow was the day appointed., fot mercial metropolis of this southern' those1 lovers. were seated to. . They, his execution. lie saw the sun sink behind the green hills .of the W6st, as he sat by the dim grate of his dungeon, with a feeling of unutterable horror. He felt that it was the last sun that would set cn him. It would cast its next level and sunset rays upon the grave of a dishonorable traitorl Tho door of his dungeon opened, and a light form entered and threw herself into his arms. . The softened light of sun eet fell upon the' pale brow and wasted check of his once beautiful wife. "Edward, my desr Edward. she said I have come to save you, after a thousand difficulties, and I. thank God, that my purpose isnearly accom. gether where the light of a summer sunset stole through the half closed and crimson curtains, lending a richer tint to the delicate carpeting, and the exquisite embellishment of the rich and gorgeous ap&itment. Time had ; - slightly changed them in outward appearance. The girlish buoyancy or the young wife had indeed given place to the grace of perfected womanhood, and her lip was somewhat paler, and a faint line of cars was slightly perceptible upon her beautiful brew. Her husbands brow too was marked somewhat more deeply than hia yegrs might warrant anxiety, ambition and pride had gone over it, and left their traces upon it, a silver hue was mingling with the darkness of his hair, which had become thinned plished,- round his temples almost to baldness. Misfortune had softened the proud He was . reclining on the splendid heart of manhood, and as the ottoman with hia face half hidden by pressed his pale wife to his bohis hands, as if he feared that the som, a tear trembled on liii eye-laswhich deep and troubled thoughts I have not deserved this kindness, hia he murmured in oppressed him were visible-upo- n the choked tones of features. convulsive agony. Edward, you are ill to night" "Edward, said his wife in an earaid his wife in a low, sweet and half but faint and low voice, which induring voice, as she laid her haud nest, indicated extreme and fearful debility, upon hia own. The husband roused himself from we have not a moment to lose. By his attitude slowly, and a slight frown an exchange of garments, you will be knit his brow. "I am not ill, he said enabled to pass out unnoticed. Haste, be too late. Fear nothing or we abruptly, and he folded his arms upon for may am a woman, and they win me; I hia bosom, as if he wished no interfor me not my efforts in behalf injure of his evidently bitter ruption of & husband, dearer than life itself." thoughts. Indiffernse from those we love is "But, Margaret" said the husband, to terrible the sensitive bosom. It is "you look sadly ill. You eannot ' ai if the sun of heaven refused his breath the air of this dreadful cell," wonted cheerfulness, and glared Oh, speak not of me, my dearest down upon us with a Cold, dim, and Edward, "asid the devoted woman. "I to is dreadful feel It glance. can endure every thing for your sake. that the only being of our love re fu- Haste, Edward, haste, and all will see to ask our sympathy; that he be well," and she aided with trembbroods over feelings which he scorns ling hand to disguise the proud form or fears to reveal, dreadful to watch her husband in a female garb. the convulsing feature' and the jof "Farewell my love, my preserver," gloomy brow the indefinable shadow husband in the oar of the whispered, of hidden cmo'iona. the involuntary his disguised wife, as the officer signs of a sorrow in which we arc forreminded the supposed lady bidden to participate,- and whose sternly that tho time alloted for her visit had character we cannot know. Farewell, we shall meet The wife esaayed ouce more. "Ed- expired again, responded the wife, and the ward," she said slowly, mildly and husband passed out unsuspected, and affectionately, "tho timo has been the enemies of his life. when you were willmg.to confide your escaped seeret joys and sorrows to one who They did meet again, that wife and has never, I trust, betray sd your husband, but only as the dead may confidence. Why then, my dear meet, in the awful communing! of anEdward, ii thia cruel reserve. You other world. Affection had borne up ale troubled, and yet you refuse to her exhausted spirit, until the laet tell pis the cause." great purpose of her exertion was acSomething of returning tenderness complished in the safety of her hussoftened for an instant the cold sever- band; and when the bell tolled on the ity of the husbands features, but it morrow, and the prisoners oell was passed away and a bitter smile was opened the guards found wrapped in Lis only reply, the habiliments of their destined vicThne passed on, and the twain tim the pale but still beautiful corpse were separated from each ofher. The of tho devoted wife. Old inabr&d sat gloomily and alone in' . hua-b&- h. for-bidi- ng - . ni land. - Albeit about twenty years ago, the Deseret News made its appearance in Salt Lake City, but what was it and what was Salt Lake City then, some twenty years 'ago," and what is it now? A great commercial city, known nearly all over the world. But hurrah for Dixie and its Times,. and want to help 'dress it and sustain it. that it may not freeze Before it ii stronger and more inured to tho scoffs and frowns of this pitiless, I A. Subscriber. A DROLL POSTMASTER. world. . ( In the days of Andrew Jackson .his Amos Kendall, wanting to know whereabout! was the source of. the -- Tomibgbea river, wrote (o the poitmartcr of a village on ita course. Sir, wrote the higher officer to the lower, ''this depart- Postmaster-Genera- l, far. the river runs Tombigbee up. Respeot-fullAc." The reply- was brief- and; ' y, " - -- read river doesn't run up down. Very respectfully, &c. The Postmaster-Genera- l continued tho in this Sir, correspondence style; at postmaster your appointment at is revoked. You will turn over the funds, papers, Ac. pertain? ing to yonr office to your successor. Respectfully, Ac." The droll understrapper closed with .a parting, shot: "Sir, the revenues for this quarter ending Sept, SO, have been ninety-fiv- e cents; its expenditure, same period, for tallow candles and twine, waa 81,05. I trust my successor, is to adjust the balance duo me. Most respectfully. ed " BAD WRITING.. It is related that Rufus Choate,, hav- ing answered" an invitation from; a your.g mens association in an Eastern city to lecture before them, the com mitteo were actually at a loss to make out whether the letter was an acceptance or .a refusal. After much discussion over this dilemma, it was determined to light tho hall and proceed on the supposition of an acceptance. Fortunately. Choates presence "on time," proved that thay had gnessed rightly. The handwriting of tho late Rev. Dr. Bcth-un- e, also, though remarkable for its neatness and uniformity, was nevertheless so peculiar as to be very difficult to read by one who was not familiar: with it- - A lady who had lost a favorite child once remarked that she had received a "aweet letter of condolence from -the doctor," adding the naive confession. I know it must be beautiful, but I cannot read a word of it. -- A grim, hard-heade- d '.old.' judge, after hearing a flowery discourse from a pretentious young barrister, advised, him to pluck out tho feathers from the wings of his imagination, and'iticJK them in the tail of his judgment, : |
