BRIGHAM YOUNG MATERIALISES.

Clutha Leader, Volume IV, Issue 193, 22 March 1878, Page 3

BRIGHAM YOUNG MATERIALISES.

<*-*» Brigham Young hadn't been In the summer-land t w enty-four hours before he materialised for a Chicago medium. "Did you have a good reception over there ?" asked the medium, " Well pretty good," said Mr Young, his face assuming a slight look of annoyance, " pretty good, considering, You are, perhaps, aware that I. left a rather numerous family — a good deal of widow I may say." " Yes," said the medium encouragingly, at the same time noticing that the presence rapidly grew excited: "there are 19 of her altogether. I believe." " Nineteen," said the late lamented with extraordinary solemnity. " Nineteen, not counting Ann Eii*Sa. And I am sorry that I was a Mormon. Mark that, young man ! Polygamy is all right as long as tlio man and husband is alive ; but when that individual perishes he experiences a shock which completely knocks the spots off that sustained by society. I shall never recover from this." Tiie corpse sighed deeply and shook its head. " t l trust, sir," said the medium, somewhat confusedly. " they are well and as miserable as could be expected I" "Not by a jugful!" said the deceased husband and father*, with extreme violence. " That is to say, not by an enormous amount*. Pardon me this rudeness," and the breast ofthe agitated' presumption rose and fell. Pardon me this exhibition of weakness, but what I have seen is enough to arouse the most peaceful and kind-hearted in matter of humanity that ever crossed the river." " Will you be good enough, sir, to tell me what the difficulty is V said the medium, " Matter, enough 1" said the deceased, bringing his clenched hand down upon a table with terrible effect. "There's number six — what do you suppose she's doing 1 ■ Weeping like a broken-hearted woman, perhaps 7 Oh, no ; I guess not, Hob-nob-ing with Jim Ford, and calculating how the property's going to pan out. That's tbe way she. expresses her desire to be hurried in. the same grave with the rose of her existence." " This is dreadful," said the medium emphatically. " I wouldn't have thought * it. '* "And there's number ten. Fairest flower of the Flock, I was wont to call her. What kind of a blighted violet do. you suppose she is 1 Discussing baked 1 besns and a new kind of existence with 1 a whole man, the latter to begin as soon as the estate left by the person she used i to call her chief among ten thousand is properly divided up. That is the man-* ' ncr ot water-power she is." "And as to the others?" said the. medium, after ■ a painful pause. " Same thing," said the r blighted counterfeit. "Same thing 1 about all ot them excepting one, and ■ she is so infernal ugly that she can't find - a sweetheart in all Utah." "And you have no revenge V said, tne medium s inquiringly. "That's the misery of it I" ! quickly returned the animated bust. . ■ " That's the*— devil of it, if I may so - speak. I've got to look on at- these : things without the power to punch a head or swing a horsewhip, Alii can I do is to look on. and bowl." The peris, turbed spirit applied a silk. handkerchief i to hia eyes and sobbed aloud." There i was a noise as of a rush of wind, a supj pressed shriek, a puff ? of r smoke,; and t arid when the medium' lopked^ -for) the i agitated presentiment; it wasn't ihere.-— - American paper. : ; „ ' : 0 .-;.,._. V/, J AAA