A prairie on fire is one of the wildest and grandest sights
that can be possibly imagined.

These fires occur--of course--in the summer--when the grass
is dry as tinder--and the flames rush and roar over the
prairie in a manner frightful to behold. They usually burn
better than mine is burning to-night. I try to make my
prairie burn regularly--and not disappoint the public--but
it is not as high-principled as I am. (The scene was a
transparent one--the light from behind so managed as to give
the effect of the prairie on fire. Artemus enjoyed the joke
of letting the fire go out occasionally, and then allowing
it to relight itself.)

(Picture of) Brigham Young at home.

The last picture I have to show you represents Mr. Brigham
Young in the bosom of his family. His family is large--and
the olive branches around his table are in a very tangled
condition. He is more a father than any man I know. When
at home--as you here see him--he ought to be very happy with
sixty wives to minister to his comforts--and twice sixty
children to soothe his distracted mind. Ah! my friends--
what is home without a family?

What will become of Mormonism? We all know and admit it to
be a hideous wrong--a great immoral strain upon the
'scutcheon of the United States. My belief is that its
existence is dependent upon the life of Brigham Young. His