party,  would  be  able  to  "interview"  any  of  the  upper
class  of  Mormon  wives. "The  ladies  here  don't  like
being  made  subjects  of  curiosity,"  said  he. "Their
homes  are  just  as  sacred  to  them  as  yours  in  the  East
are  to  you,  and  they  are  very  sensitive  about  being
questioned."  Then  he  cited,  evidently  as  a  timely
warning,  the  case  of  a  titled  English  lady  recently
passing  through  Utah,  and  remarkable,  as  our  photo
grapher  seemed  to  think,  in  possessing  more  than  the
usual  amount  of  cheek — "  as  much  cheek  as  a  govern
ment  mule  " — some  artistic  effect  of  which  feature
probably  attracted  his  professional  eye. This  lady,  as
it  seemed,  possessed  the  troublesome  characteristic  of
"wanting  to  know,  you  know,"  and  attempted  to  gratify
it  in  an  artless  manner  by  calling  upon  several  of  the
Mormon  ladies,  and  putting  them  to  their  catechism
with  the  vigorous  candor  of  a  parish  visitor. The
consequence  was  that  Miladi  got  terribly  snubbed,
and  what  was  perhaps  worse,  learned  nothing,  and  went
away  next  day  to  make  up  her  notes  of  travel  as  best
she  could. Having  furnished  this  little  narrative,  our
friend  paused  significantly,  with  a  "  Hcecf alula  docet  "
air,  and  then  indulgently  added  :  "  But  I'll  give  you  an
introduction  to  the  leading  Mormon  editor  of  the  city,
and  you  can  see  what  he  will  do  for  you."  Then  he
showed  us  some  portraits  of  the  various  Mesdames
Young,  first  of  the  recreant  Ann  Eliza,  who  "  bolted,"
as  he  phrased  it,  upon  the  very  day  the  President  was
about  to  present  her  with  the  title-deeds  of  the  house
she  lived  in. "And  here's  the  house,"  continued  he,
producing  a  picture  of  a  neat  little  villa ;  "  that's  the


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hovel  she  talks  about  in  the  East."  "When  President
Young  was  informed  that  she  was  gone,  or  at  least  had
removed  with  all  her  effects  to  the  Walker  House — the
Gentile  hotel,  you  know — he  just  opened  his  desk,  took
out  the  "title -deeds,"  and,  tearing  them  across,  said,
quietly :  "  So  much  saved !"

The  next  picture  represented  a  lady  of  about  thirty,
well  dressed,  a  little  stout,  with  a  strong,  sensible,
pleasing  face,  and  something  of  a  stylish  air. This  was
Mrs. Amelia,  said  to  be  Mr. 