Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1869-02-07

hardy, goOd-looking young Gentle to
the fortieth or fftieth part of a withered
old apostle.
Two seats distant is another baby
The mother is Erinkled and careworn
We can see lines Of care and suffering
across the forehead and in her sunken
cheeks, as if time had been turning deep
burrows, and his plowshare had gone
down into the suDsoiI and had cut the
heart strings. Not hers alone. We see
the same joyless cast Of countenanee on
every female face. Artists, who with pen
and pencil paint characteristic can
read the joys and sorrows Of life in the
lines of the human face-should come to
Salt Lake City. They would find it one
vast studio-every woman a subject.
g Dead Affections would be an appro-
pirate title to their pictures. Stifed,
rather These women have never known
what it is to love or to be loved. They
know only sacrifice. They are slaves.
in bondage to the Church and and to the
devil at the same time. They are
ground to powder between two mighty
millstones-the upper one religious
idea, the lower one the lewdness and lust
of hard-hearted men. Heaven and hell
together are brought into action, crush
ing out human affections and the highest
and holiest instincts of the soul.
The priests of Buddah, in China, in
one of their delineations of the damned
have accurately portrayed the condition
of these women Of Salt Lake.
But there is the man who runs the
mill-the head of the Church-Presi-
dent and Revelator-in the private box
by the side Of the stage He is portly,
his hair is nicely brushed. He wears q
white vest, black broadeloth coat, kid
gloves, puts an opera-glass to his eyes,
and looks over the gallery containing US
Gentiles to sec who is there. He has
broad forehead, large nose, and whiskers
turning white. Ability, decision, du-
plicity, shrewdness, cunning-the good
and bad elements of oharacter-are
plainly marked in his countenanee.
Apostle Wells, a tall, thin, spare man,
nearly as old as Brigham, is by his side
In Brigham's 5 family circle We see
two of his conoubines and twenty-five of
his chlldren-all but three of them girls.
One of the women is past the prime of
countensnce, plainly dressed.
She is sad-sad when others laugh. The
play is g The Somnambulist," but the
comic scenes which set the crowd
laughing brings no smile to her face.
At the end of the seat is one of the
favorite concubines-a woman of thirty,
pale, thoughtful, with an intellectual
cast Of couutenance, with a book in
hand, which she reads between the
scenes. She has large, lustrous eyes,
dark brown hair, jewels on her fingers,
and a mother Of pearl opera glass in
her hand. She is elegantly dressed
wears 4 costly fine cape. Did l not |
know that they were Brigham's coneu-
bines, should set them down as teachers
Of a girls boarding school, who had !
come with their classes to enjoy the
evening.
1t is molly audience-Saints, sin
ners and Indians. Far up in the gallery |
see three of the Ute Tribe, in mecca
sins aud blanket, gazing with imper-
turbable gravity upon the scene.
Brigham looks upon the audience |
most Of the time, turning his attention |
to the stage only when something es-
pecially attractive or laughable occurs.
He talks with Brother Wells, takes a |
knife from his pocket, pares an apple,
which be slowly munches He has the |
appearance of a man not well acquainted |
with the usages of good society, but |
who is well off in the world, independent |
Of everybody, and who for the remain
der of his life is going to take things |
easy and have everything his own way. |