fame enough to fill his place-a bold, bad man, with fanaticism at the base of his character, and pluck at the apex.

Our troops are rapidly bringing the people of Utah into a consideration of the position they occupy in the body politic-the women leave a state which degrades them to a position lower than that of the squaw of the Indian, that they may once more enjoy the freedom and security of civilized communities, while the deluded disciples of Mormonism are fast awaking to the enormities of a system which subjects a whole people to the rapacity of a self-constituted hierarchy.

As we see the stars multiply in our national escutcheon, we see that their rays are coupled with the growing emanations of justice and benignity. Good sense and wholesome ideas eventually predominate. Religious opinions, however varied, if based upon the teachings of the Christ, foster not only healthful moral opinions, but co-operate with our democracy in the growth of freedom and the security of human rights. Everywhere in the Great West, we mark the steady advance of the people in Christian-religious growth, and while the schoolhouse gives out its little hum of cheerful study, we need not fear, however wide the area of the Republic, that its destiny is not permanently onward.

The Sandwich Islands

ALREADY vie with the civilization of the East and West in the variety of their commerce, and the quality of their population. Every nation on earth is represented in our city of New York, but Honolulu even exceeds it in the heterogeneous throngs which crowd its thoroughfares. In New York civilization is so exacting, that the rudest representative of barbarism is compelled to abate much of his savageness, and not shock polite senses by too unruly demonstrations. In Honolulu, on the contrary, when Saturday afternoon arrives, which is kept as a grand holiday by the people, the utmost revels of the old Bacchanals and the wildest saturnalia scarcely af forded a counterpart to the existing uproarious confusion.

The native population seem to have but one idea to mount and away," on horses, mules and jackasses, saddled and bare-back, bridled or tethered, they gallop off, up one street and down another, whisking round corners, and giving the pedestrians hairbreadth escapes. The same parties will appear at the same point three or four times in succession, having made the circuit of the town, and always at the same headlong pace, making it dangerous to cross the street, unless one is possessed of the faculty of looking two ways at once. In a very short

space of time we shall here count a thousand horsemen and women. One would imagine it would be much pleasanter riding out on the plains of Waikiki or at Kalihi, where the air is fresh and free from dust. But our Hawaiians ride to be seen and to show their skill in horsemanship, and there are no spectators out of town; so they continue to gallop along-the women in showy silks and bright-colored robes, sitting astride like the males, and managing their horses for the most part with energy and skill— until the shades of evening put an end to their sport, or, at some unlucky moment they halt, when their bridle is seized by a lynx-eyed native policeman, and they finish one week and begin the other in the cells of the station-house. Every nation that you can readily call to mind, and others that are yet nameless in history, are here represented. We doubt if the Apostles had a better field on which to display their gift of languages on the "day of Pentecost." Stolidlooking Hindoo is cheek-by-jowl with the gesticulating Frenchman-swarthy Spaniard jostles the fair-haired German-pigmy Malay is overshadowed by the huge African-inqusitive Yankee confronts the cat-eyed Chinamanjaunty Chileno and blubber-logged Russiandulcet-toned Tahitian and guttural Indian-fastidious Briton and not at all fastidious Hawaiian-children of the sunny south and of the frozen north-sons of the old and worn out east, and of the young and vigorous west-" black spirits and white, red spirits and gray," all mingle together and form the singular element of a Saturday afternoon in Honolulu.

Book Notices.

THE HAND, BUT NOT THE HEART, Or THE LIFE TRIALS OF JESSIE LORING. By T. S. ARTHUR. New York: Derby & Jackson.

Mr. Arthur is one of the most voluminous of American writers, and yet he cannot be said to have adorned in any degree the literary character of the country. Without any claim to originality, his persistent pen is a reflex of the opinions of the day, upon the safe, or conservative side. Unlike many writers of more ability, he recognizes the sense of duty,

"Stern daughter of the voice of God," rather than that blind spontaneity so much praised by those who reach the base of the brain as equal in dignity to the apex. In this we heartily agree with him.

Mr. Arthur, in the volume before us, gives no evidence of artistic merit, of superior insight, creativeness, or freshness of ideas. It is somewhat dull, the dialogue turgid, the language commonplace. Even moral axioms, delineated without idealism, become tiresome from mere triteness, coarse from their matter-of-factness. They may even demoralize like a police report.

Notwithstanding these radical defects, which will confine Mr. Arthur to an inferior rank in literature, he is evidently honest in intent and pure in thought. He gives his testimony against divorce, and thus helps in purity of life. If people marry, it is not for the courts of law to limit the duration of the contract. If it be no more than a civil contract, the legal union of the sexes but aids in individual debasement. A marriage sacredly considered involves more than this.

Mr. Arthur, in "The Hand, but Not the Heart," talks rather too much in the Free-Love vein of affiinities, evidently unconscious to himself, and thus plays into the hands, indirectly, of elass too so well known, as profaning that which is sacred.

A Few Thoughts,

Which did not come over the Atlantic Telegraph, but were suggested by it.

THERE seems to be a great calm in the political world; and all eyes are turned toward the great event of the day-the successful working of the Atlantic Telegraph. Queen Victoria and President Buchanan having exchanged cour tesies, the common business of telegraphing from continent to continent will now succeed. But there is one purpose to which, as we have before remarked, it will be applied, and for which, it would seem, that an all-seeing and mighty ruler has allowed the obstacles of the vast ocean to be overcome. The success of so great an undertaking, at this particular moment in the world's history, seems to have called forth not only the enthusiastic shouts of triumph, but also to have manifestly awakened a religious element, so conspicuous in all ages, and whose expression and tendency is to the Infinite in goodness and power. Without knowing why, or seeking to analyze the emotion produced, the people of this country, especially, with one accord, refer the undertaking and completion of the great telegraph to the beneficence of a Divine Providence.

Why was reserved to Franklin the glory of chaining the lightnings of the heavens? Why was the application of it reserved to so late a period? Why was not Europe and America placed in close relation ages ago? Almost the universal feeling on the present occasion is, that "there is a Divinity that shapes our ends, rough-hew them as we may."

The times are pregnant with events which

in a few short years will probably change the face of the earth, and cause the nations of the world to rise from the sleep which is upon them. A free people will shout across the mighty waters of the Atlantic, and the shout will infuse new vigor in the aged limbs of Europe. Heroes shall rise from their graves, and the beautiful priestess of liberty shall once more appear by the fireside of the aspiring sons of the old world.

Democratic Europe sleeps, but is not dead. Her heroes are silent, but it is the calm which precedes the whirlwind. The attempt made by Orsini and his companions to assasinate the Emperor of the French, was the muttering of the tempest, the rumbling of distant thunder, which, to the voyager on life's ocean, is a warning of the coming storm. They were the vanguard of the approaching revolution, which, when least expected, is to sweep like a fierce tornado throughout the length and breadth of Europe. Europe sleeps, but it is a slumber pregnant with mighty deeds. The awakening shall be like unto the roaring of lions. The earth shall quake beneath the tread of innumerable hosts, and the hills shall echo back the fierce war cry and hymns of contending armies.

Misguided men, like those we have mentioned above, may endeavor by assasination what can only be achieved by the awakening in the masses of the divine fire of a noble and universal freedom. The time approaches when the smouldering flame is to burn with the brightness of the noon. day sun. God grant it may not produce a second reign of terror! Even the name of Napoleon will be insufficient to stay the tide of Democracy.

The divine right of kings" is stripped of its divinity: the people but await the moment which must bury them beneath the ruins of their palaces. What then can Napoleon, who rules not by right, but by tyrannical usurpation, expect when the people prepare for the great struggle?

There is an element which appears to be the sub-structure of nearly all of the European revolutionary movements-the socialistic-which in its tendency is gross materialism. We cannot too much regret that the fact is as we assert, for, by taking away the reliance on and faith in a supreme intelligence and guide, the doors are opened wide to the entrance of all the abominable crimes and horrors of terrorism. Much of the devilishness of the great French revolution is to be attributed to the no-God views of the philosophers who foolishly kicked at the rock upon which the world had rested for so many centuries. The rabble, glad of an opportunity to indulge their brutal passions, no longer thought of liberty: they thirsted for revenge against the nobility, and for the blood of those in whom was vested the spiritual guidance of souls the blood of the latter, because of their wealth and the lands appertaining to the Church.

The European patriot seems to lack faith in the guidance of Providence-he is material in his views; and let some of the leaders once gain a foothold, and their freedom would be a greater curse than the tyranny they seek to overthrow. A greater curse, because, first, they would persecute the religionist and revive the worst days of English tyranny toward her Catholic subjects, and the vile atheism of French socialism. They would interfere with, and condemn all things beyond their comprehension, (which is not always very large) and with one stroke of the pen Protestant and Catholic Christianity would be alike pronounced anathema.

We have great faith in the future of Europe, which to our mind is to be a glorious one. We believe her to be on the eve of a revolution never before equaled in grandeur of results. But we look in vain for the man of destiny" who shall guide the ship of republicanism through the tempests of despotism. There are many leaders, but who is the one able to draw the cords of fraternity and sound the trumpet of universal revolution? Where is the divinelyappointed man, at whose name emperors shall tremble, and beneath whose eye the minions of royalty shall quail? Is it Kossuth, Mazzini, or the noble Garabaldi? These men may yet prove themselves devoted worshipers at the shrine of freedom, but in them we do not see the divine appointment.

Already we fancy we hear the rumbling of

the chariot wheels and the tramp of thousands of patriots, and even in this Republic, the enthusiastic shouts of not only exiles, but of American citizens, as they embark for the crusade against the tyrants of the old world. It is like divine strains of music: not because it heralds the shedding of blood, but because it is in the order of destiny.

The telegraph shall record the hopes of Republicanism, and flash back the fraternal assurances of a free people. It is the tocsin which sounds the fall of despotism. It will be the harp upon which the hymns of Liberty will sound from the Old to the New World.

In Russia, as we predicted in our last, the revolt in the province of Lithuania was speedily checked by a well directed force of the regular army. The revolutionary element is not so explosive, if as large, in Russia as in other countries of Europe. But should the Emperor, from any cause whatever, abandon the wise and liberal policy which has thus far caused his name to be venerated and loved, there would spring up in the midst of his vast empire an opposition, a revolution, which would not only take from him the imperial purple, but might, in the end, lead him, like poor Louis XVI., to the block. Indeed, we are not so certain but that the great rising which is undoubtedly near at hand, will take place first in Russia, and then, spreading through the other countries, form a line of connection between the East and West, which will end in universal freedom.

Austria is concentrating quite a force on her frontiers: " on the Danube, in Southern Hungaria, and on the points nearest Turkey, on the Bosnian and Servian frontiers."

The British have succeeded in crushing the rebellion in Central India. That it is crushed for a time may be true, but the risings most clearly indicate the quality of English policy in the East. Writers may apologize and write very learned essays to prove the humanity of British rule and policy, but it is only necessary to examine the FACTS, and we find a state of things which should cause a Christian people to blush with shame. The protest of the people will be given by scenes of bloodshed and massacre till the iron rod of tyranny is somewhat abated.

Unhappy Mexico, always in revolution, is fast exhausting the energies of her people and sinking to a level which, if not arrested, may leave her in the lowest scale of civilization. And yet we stand idly, watching day by day the brutality displayed, without so much as a remonstrance.

If we are passing along one of our thorough fares and see a number of men in brutal combat, our first impulse is to separate them. But

when we find out who is right and who wrong, we endeavor to settle it in favor of the injured party. What is a nation but one great man? Surely it is full time that some national move. ment took place to prevent the useless shedding of blood. Is Mexico advancing the sentiment of freedom? Does her constant revolution ennoble humanity? No! it crushes the true flame. It is like the stifled air in which the torch burns dim. Humanity is degraded by such horrible exhibitions. Anarchy is worse than despotism. Qur Republic has a noble mission. When will it commence to do the glorious work?

The Growing West,

We know the writer of the following communication well. His temperament is sanguine and enthusiastic, but his statements may be relied upon as truthful and honest expressions of opinion, and results of no small personal experience.

To the Editors of Emerson and Putnam's Magazine. DECATUR, Nebraska, August 1, 1858. MESSRS. EDITORS:-I arrived here on the 10th of February last; have secured a quarter section of land adjoining the town, built a comfortable house, and my family of seven persons, with their household 'gods, arrived safely from New York on the 15th of June. So we are now com fortably domiciled on the extreme boundary of civilization. I am thus specific in regard to my personal and domestic arrangements, that your readers may be able to form some estimate of my opportunities to gain correct information of the country, its resources, settlement and prospects.

Previous to my arrival here, I experienced much difficulty in obtaining specific information. The books are blank with reference to this section; travelers have scarcely seen it, and our Territorial newspapers, though some of them are conducted with energy, are so new and local in their circulation, that their voice is lost amid the din of literature and politics, long before it reaches the Atlantic coast. To relieve others from a like difficulty is the object of this communication.

The surface of the country is extremely beautiful. The bottom lands on the banks of the Missouri, and other large rivers, are usually from two to ten miles wide. With this exception it is a rolling prairie, undulating in such gentle swells and depressions as to accommodate agriculture, while it presents a variety of scenery which the eye of the artist could never become satiated with beholding, nor his pencil tame in delineating. Every change of position presents ome new and striking feature. Refreshing

fountains are seen in abundance bursting from the sides of the bluffs, meandering their course in gentle rivulets, and forming creeks and rivers, which discharge their waters into the Missouri. There is a general declivity to the east, sufficient to cause ample drainage, and but few quarter sections of land are not supplied with running water. We have no precipitous bluffs or inaccessible bogs. In exploring pretty extensively this part of the Territory I do not recollect having seen a single continuous acre of land not susceptible of profitable cultivation.

The soil is a black vegetable mould, one to five feet deep, and vegetation is prolific beyond description. Whether clothed with its natural grasses, or producing cultivated cereals, the burden is greater than I have ever before seen springing from the earth. I use this expression, recognizing its full import, after having traveled over almost every State in the Union, save those of the Pacific coast.

Previous to my residence here I had derived the impression, from the scanty reports of trading adventurers among the Indians, that beyond the immediate valley of the Missouri the lands gradually depreciate in fertility, and become comparatively barren at the distance of sixty or eighty miles. Indeed, our school maps and other descriptive charts, constructed under the same tuition, have uniformly designated an extensive tract of country as poor barren lands. Since my arrival I have used every means within my reach to ascertain the character and resources of the whole Territory, and at every step, as my inquiries have progressed, the boundaries of these barrens have receded until they have almost disappeared from my geographical recognition. I have not yet found the first individual, whether white or red man, who has ever seen them. And the impression is becoming general among our best informed citizens, many of whom have traveled across the plains to the Pacific Ocean, "that the mighty empire of Nebraska, covering an area of nearly forty thousand square miles, is an almost uninterrupted expanse of the most beautiful, prolific, and salubrious land on the globe." That such is the fact, so far as my own observation and judgment give weight to my opinions, you may rest assured, and in this I am sustained by the concurrence of every person I have met, who has visited the Territory to examine its claims, after having traveled extensively over other portions of the Northwest. Although our rapidly increasing population comes from every portion of the Unionfrom the lumber districts of Maine to the golden placers of California-we derive the largest per centage from the neighboring States of Iowa and Wisconsin. Such is the evidence of the

estimate in which we are held by our immediate neighbors, themselves already occupying lands justly celebrated for all that can make a State great and prosperous.

The State of Iowa has chartered responsible companies to build four railroads across the State at different points, each of which will complete the iron chain of communication between the point of its termination on the Nebraska line and the Atlantic cities, and the General Government has made a grant of lands suffi oiently liberal to pay the whole cost of construction. Operations have commenced on all the several routes, and portions of each road are already completed. Probably three years will witness the consummation of these great enterprises, and bring us within sixty hours ride of New York, so that we can contribute our quota in supplying your market with fresh butter, eggs, and other small stores, while we receive in return the assorted luxuries of the world. For the present, however, we require no outlet for our produce-the constant immigration consuming all the rude state of our agriculture enables us to supply, and sustaining prices much higher than those of the Eastern cities. Notwithstanding the extraordinary productive capabilities of our soil, and the slight cultivation required. this state of our domestic market will be likely to continue so long as our popu lation continues to double each year.

The tide of immigration which has for the last ten years been pouring into the valley of the Upper Mississippi, building towns, subjugating the prairies, and converting the very elements into the appliances of civilization, wealth and refinement, has now fairly surged into the more genial valley of the Missouri, and the next decade will witness in our new Territory a more rapid growth, and a wilder rage of speculation than appears in the world's history. We are a great people, and in a fast age, and the inspiring shout "Onward" stimulates a zeal more potent than the banner of the crusaders. Yours, truly,

AGRICOLA.

Brutality of Mormonism.

UPON the approach of the United States army, the Mormons generally deserted Salt Lake City, and went south as far as Provo, where they encamped till articles of peace were agreed upon by the Peace Commissioners, Governor Cumming and Brigham Young. Then they com. menced a general migration back to Salt Lake. A correspondent of the New York Herald, who was an eye witness of their movements at this time, gives the following vivid picture of the sad and disgusting condition of these degraded and deluded people. Surely our Government, having put the hand to the plow, ought not to

look back till such vile scamps as Brigham Young are made to suffer the penalties of their crimes, and the poisonous weeds of Mormonism thoroughly eradicated.

"It is utterly impossible to give your readers a correct idea of the appearance of the Mormons as they return. The condition of the emigrants on their arrival at Castle Garden is much superior to that of the returning Saints. I can do no better than describe the groups that passed me during half an hour, on going down to the army a few days since. First there was a great cloud of dust, which obstructed the view of all the road beyond it; advancing into the dust till it covered me like a sheet, I saw in the van milch cows, calves, heifers and steers; right at their heels was a drove of sheep, lambs and hogs, as black with dust as the road on which they traveled; they were all driven by three women and a little girl, the latter carrying two young pigs in her arms. The women were tanned almost as black as squaws; they were equally as ill-looking as squaws, and much more dirty. The dust collecting on their sweating faces formed great mud piles. Small dilapidated hoods covered their heads. Their arms had no covering up to near the shoulder, and were tanned, blackened and baked in the sun till they resembled smoked ham. One thin, short, loose skirt and a chemise covered their persons; they were all barefooted and barelegged, the wind flapping their loathsome, dirty dresses like a

wet dish-cloth around their knees. One of these women had a baby in her arms. Connected with this gang, and following it, were two ox wagons, in both of which could be seen younger women than those in the advance, giving suck to their young; also, numerous little children. Each team was driven by a man. The whole party was enveloped in a thick cloud of dust. A few hundred yards behind this party there followed a mule wagon driven by a man with a woman on each side of him. They were all young. The women were tanned black, though the wagon was partially covered with canvas; each held a child sucking at her breast. The sisters' in church, on the highways, and everywhere, expose their mamillary glands with perfect indifference to public gaze. Heber C. Kimball calls his wives his cows. Extending the application to all the Mormons, they would have, judg ing from appearances, very fine milch cows. In the back part of this wagon was tied a large This is the usual way of things-the women in the front of the wagons and the sows behind. Next came a lady whom I at first took for a squaw. She drove one cow, two sheep and one hog. Her dress and person constituted one of the most hideous looking objects that I ever beheld. A broken down straw hat (men's

SOW.