us from our homes. If they grant us our rights, well-if not, well; they can do no more than they have done. They, and ourselves, and all men, are in the hands of the great God, who will govern all things for good, and all will be right and work together for good to them that serve God.

Such, in part, was the discourse to which we listened in the strongholds of the mountains. The Mormons are not dead, nor is their spirit broken. And, if I mistake not, there is a noble, daring, stern, and democratic spirit swelling in their bosoms, which will people these mountains with

a race of independent men, and influence the destiny of our country and the world for a hundred generations. In their religion they seem charitable, devoted, and sincere-in their politics, bold, daring, and determined in their domestic circle, quiet, affectionate, and happy-while in industry, skill, and intelligence, they have few equals, and no superiors, on the earth.

I had many strange feelings while contemplating this new civilization, growing up so suddenly in the wilderness. I almost wished I could awake from my golden dream, and find it but a dream; while I pursued my domestic duties as quiet, as happy, and contented as this strange people.

Sunday, P. M.

Since writing the foregoing, I have obtained a

copy of one of the Mormon songs, which impressed me deeply this morning, being sung to a lively tune, accompanied by the band.

Lo, the Gentile chain is broken!
Freedom's banner waves on high;
List! ye nations: by this token,
Know that your redemption 's nigh!

See, on yonder distant mountain,
Zion's standard wide unfurled;
Far above Missouri's fountain-
Lo, it waves for all the world !

Freedom, peace, and full salvation,
Are the blessings guaranteed;
Liberty to every nation,

Every sect, and every creed.

Come! ye Christian sects, and Pagan,
Pope, and Protestant, and priest;
Worshippers of God and Dagan-

Come ye to fair Freedom's feast.

Come! ye sons of doubt and wonder,
Indian, Moslem, Greek, or Jew-
All your shackles burst asunder;

Freedom's banner waves for you.

Cease to butcher one another,
Join the Covenant of Peace;
Be to all a friend and brother-
This will bring the world's release.

Lo! our King, the great Messiah,
Prince of Peace, shall come to reign;
Sound again, ye Heavenly Choir :
"Peace on earth, good will to men."

Please excuse these hasty and imperfect lines, written while seated on a trunk of goods, with the paper spread in the sun on a parcel of clothing, and the wind blowing sufficiently to carry away the sheets before they are signed.

A STRANGER IN QUEST OF GOLD.

[GRACE MYSTERIOUS IN ITS MODE OF OPERATIONS.] "We allow again that there is another obscurity upon the face of this dispensation; we know not the philosophy of sanctifying grace; not unto what class of beings to reduce it, nor unto what modes to conceive its operations; and this is a speculation that our Saviour himself argues us ignorant of, as much as we are of the issues and retreats of the wind; and yet he thought fit to leave us so. Whether the knowledge of it were too excellent for us; or whether it were too useless, as no way conducing to the ends of practical wisdom; for we may observe of our Saviour, that, in all his discourses, he never entertained his auditory with any doctrine that was purely speculative; because such kind of knowledge is apt to make us more vain than wise; had he led our understandings through the whole theory of grace, we could not have accommodated it better to our uses, than an honest heart now can without any further insight; no more than, if he had stoopt to teach us the philosophy of the wind, any mariner could have gathered it more commodiously into his sheet. It is not then our emulation to determine how the

work of sanctification is done; our only care is that it be done; we pretend not to declare, but thankfully to admire, by what ray the divine grace opens and shines in upon our understanding, clearing it from worldly prejudices and the impostures of flesh, and rendering it teachable, considerative, and firm; by what motion it inspires good thoughts, excites good purposes, and suggests wholesome counsels and expedients; by what welcome violence it draws our wills, steers our appetites, and checks our passions; by what heat it kindles love and resolution and cheerfulness of endeavors; by what discipline it extinguishes sinful imaginations and loose desires; by what power it awes the devil, and foils temptations, and removes impediments, and strengthens and exhilarates amidst all difficulties; and finally, by what patient art it turns, moulds, and transforms our stubborn nature into new notions, new savors, new powers, new acts, new aims, new joys; as if we were entirely new creatures, and descended from another race; all these effects do as well by their wonder as their benefit render grace, as our apostle calls it, the unspeakable gift; a gift surmounting our apprehensions as well as it does our merit. That these are all the effects of God's grace we know, because he has declared them to be so; that they are so, we know, because many of them are wrought beside our thinking, many without our seeking, and all beyond the reach of our too well known and experienced infirmity; that they are so, we know, because their being so comports best with the great end of all things. (that is,) the glory of their Maker; for it tends much more to the glory of the mercy of God, to watch over and lead and assist infirm creatures than to have made them strong."-Dean Young's Sermons, vol. 1, p. 158.

Translated from a late French journal for the New York Journal | of Commerce. NAPOLEON AND THE SON OF MADAME DE

STAEL.

In the first days of December, 1807, the official part of the Moniteur contained the following paragraph:

"This night His Majesty the Emperor and King set out from the Tuileries on a six weeks' journey, accompanied only by his Grand Marshal of the Palace, Prince Berthier, and the aide-de-camp on duty, and a few servants."

In fact, however, during forty-eight hours, a fire that would roast an ox was kept up in this saloon.

The emperor retired for a moment to change linen, and then came into the saloon and sat down to breakfast with the Grand Marshal, Berthier, and General Lauriston. The Mameluke Roustant was the only attendant.

After having eaten the leg of a fowl with great celerity, as was his habit, he cast his eyes over some letters placed all open before him, by his aide-de-camp, looking only at the signatures.

"Ah! ah!" exclaimed he, in contemplating one of those letters, " it is from the son of Madame

would visit. In truth, it was to Milan and Venice that he repaired; but the principal motive of this journey, generally unknown, was to bring about a reconciliation between himself and his brother Lucien, whom he had not seen since his second marriage. Napoleon knew that Lucien was the only one of his brothers who could aid him to move onwards upon the wide extensive road, which he had so laboriously opened, for the accomplishment of his vast projects; and for this purpose he named a certain day and hour to meet him at Mantua.

Accompanied by Duroc, Berthier, and General Lauriston, the emperor crossed the Alps over the Simplon-the road formed by his orders and arrived at Milan, where he was enthusiastically received. Thence he passed through Venice, amidst pomp and splendors such as were formerly lavished on the doges, and reached Mantua, where Lucien, punctual to the rendezvous, awaited him. But, after a short interview, Lucien not wishing to accede to the brilliant proposals of his brother, the latter immediately left Mantua to return to Paris, passing by Alexandria, Turin, and Chambery.

The emperor was impatiently expected during two days in the old capital of Savoy, though it was well known that his sojourn there would be no longer than the time necessary for taking breakfast. The couriers who generally preceded his carriage were on this occasion delayed. The great quantity of snow which had fallen rendered the roads almost impassable. At length, on the 29th of December, at 5 o'clock in the morning, after an excessively dark and cold night, the foremost of the couriers entered the yard of the Hotel de la Porte at Chambery, followed shortly by the unescorted carriage of the emperor. His custom of travelling day and night rendered the precaution of an escort impossible.

M. de Stael, son of the celebrated Madame, was waiting here two days for the emperor, in order to present a letter supplicating an audience.

General Lauriston took this letter, as was customary, in order to lay it before Napoleon when they were installed in the hotel.

In crossing the saloon where breakfast was prepared, Napoleon said, in a tone of ill-humor, "It is not warm here!"

his guests, in order to have their opinion, he added, "what can there be between me and this wild lad from Geneva? what motive has he to speak with me?"

"Sire," said Lauriston, "the person who handed me this letter is a very young man, and seemed rather an interesting one, as well as I could judge by the light of the bougies."

"A very young man, do you say? Ah! that alters the case," and, turning round, he told Roustant to say to M. de Stael that he would be

received.

In a few minutes after this consent for admission was given, the eldest son of the authoress of Corinna entered the saloon. He presented himself to the emperor without timidity, and gracefully and respectfully bowed. Napoleon returned his salute by a slight bend of the head, and immediately entered into conversation with him, whilst his guests all the time remained silent, continuing their repast. "Come nearer, M. de Stael," said he with kindness.

The young man approached nearer. The emperor looked earnestly at him. "You resemble your mother very much," said he; "whence do you come?"

"From Geneva, sire," replied M. de Stael, looking downwards.

"Ah, it is true; and your mother, where is she at present?"

"At Vienna, sire."

"She will have fine occupation in learning

German."

"Sire, can you believe my mother could be happy, away from her country and from her friends? Were I permitted to show your majesty the letters written to me since her departure, you would perceive, sire, how much her exile renders her worthy of your compassion."

"What do you require me to do in this affair? It is all her own fault. I do not pretend to say, on that account, that she is badly inclined. She is witty and intelligent; she has too much talent, perhaps, and that is what makes her so ungovernable. She was reared in the chaos of a declining monarchy and of an advancing revolution; she made of all that a dangerous amalgamation, with the fertility of her mind, and her mania for writing upon everything and upon nothing; for your mother is highly gifted-she could make many proselytes. I have been obliged to keep a strict watch over her movements; and, besides, I am no favorite with her. M. de Stael, it is in the interest of those whom she could compromise, that I ordered her to quit Paris."

When once Napoleon launched forth upon the topic of recriminations, it was not easy to stop him; however, M. de Stael did interrupt him to defend his mother. The emperor, without being angry, permitted him to speak, and then replied to him with a certain calmness, which might lead you to suppose that, being convinced, he was disarmed. But those who knew the emperor could easily judge that the solicitor would obtain nothing. However, when M. de Stael finished the explanation of his demand, Napoleon replied:

"But supposing I permit your mother to return to Paris; three months would not elapse before she would place me under the necessity of sending her to prison. I would be sorry for that, inasmuch as public opinion would interpret my act unfavorably. Say to her that my resolution is fixed, that my decision is irrevocable; so long as I live, she shall not enter the capital of my empire."

"Sire," replied M. de Stael with dignity, "permit me respectfully to observe, that your majesty could not throw my mother into prison, unless she furnished a plausible motive."

"Sir, she would furnish me with ten of them, instead of one!"

"Sire, I am convinced that my mother would live in a manner that would be considered by your majesty as quite irreproachable. I dare then en treat your majesty to give her a trial, even for three months. Deign to authorize her to spend this short time in Paris, before you take a definitive decision."

"That cannot be; she would be a standard and rallying point for the Faubourg St. Germain. Even should she resolve to see nobody, could she do it? She would be visited, and she would return visits; she would pass her jokes, her bon mots, to which she might attach little importance, but which I should consider very important, because my government is not a joke, nor a fiction, but a reality, and every person must be made to know that."

"Sire, I appeal to you, who love France so much, what punishment can be greater than to be expelled from it? Should your majesty be pleased to grant my entreaties, your majesty can reckon on us all-my mother, my brother, and myselfamongst the number of your majesty's most faithful and most devoted subjects."

"You and your brother-that is possible; but your mother-pshaw, pshaw!" and the emperor accompanied this exclamation with the little usual shrug of the shoulders when there was a doubt in his mind. This manifestation, which every one remarked, far from discouraging the young man, served on the contrary to animate him the more, and he replied vivaciously,

"Since your majesty is pleased not to grant my

prayer, may I beg your majesty to permit a son to ask what has excited your displeasure against his mother?"

At this interrogatory, so pointedly made, the persons present began to fear for the young de Stael, thinking that the emperor, pressed hard, might lose all patience. All kept their eyes bent on their plates; the grand marshal seemed uneasy and fidgety on his chair; Berthier bit his nails; Lauriston picked with the point of his knife the pippins from the pear he was eating. However, they were disappointed in their fears. Napoleon only, startled at the question, struck the table with his snuff-box, which he was constantly turning in his hands, and looking right and left at his guests, who never moved, exclaimed, like a man astonished, "This is really too much! 'T is too bad!"

M. de Stael was not dismayed; and, in a respectful and dignified tone, hastened to add :

"Sire, some persons have told me that it was the last work of my grandfather which had so displeased your majesty, and created unfavorable impressions against my mother. Then, sire, I can certify that my mother had no hand whatever in that work."

"'T is true," replied Napoleon frankly. "This book of your grandfather contributed much to excite my displeasure; M. Necker was an ideologue, a raving dotard. At his age, to dream of reforms, and the overthrow of my constitution! In truth, states and kingdoms would be prettily governed, with system-mongers and inventors of theories, who judge men according to books, and who think of regulating the affairs of the world in looking upon a map !"

Sire, since the plans traced by my grandfather are nothing but vain theories, according to the opinion of your majesty, I cannot conceive, therefore, why your majesty is so displeased. It is not of economists who have written -"

"Economists!" exclaimed Napoleon, interrupting him, with a singular tone of voice; "but, young man, you do not know them. They are shallow-brained people, who dream of plans of finances, and are ignorant of the duties of a taxgatherer in a village. The book of your grandfather, I repeat it to you, is the work of an obstinate old fool."

"Some evil-disposed persons have, doubtless, rendered this account of the work to your majesty." "Sir," said the emperor, beginning to be fatigued at the discussion, "I have myself read this trash, from one end of the book to the other; it was not entertaining."

"Then your majesty must have observed the justice rendered to your genius by my grandfather." "Fine justice, truly! He calls me the indispensable man; and, according to his idea, the first thing to be done was to cut off the head of this indispensable man!-thanks! Surely," continued Napoleon, becoming warm as he spoke, “I was indispensable to repair all the fooleries of your grandfather-to efface the evils he caused to his country; for it was he who overthrew the mon"Your majesty cannot but know, on the contrary, that it was for having defended the king that the estates and property of my grandfather were confiscated."

"He, Necker! defend the king! Ah! ah! Let us understand each other upon that point, M. de Stael! If I gave poison to a man, and carried him the antidote when he was in the agony of death, would you say that it was my wish to save this man? Well, then, such is the mode adopted by your grandfather to defend Louis XVI. As to the confiscations you speak of, they prove nothing. Have they not confiscated the property of the good Robespierre, who perhaps did less evil to France than Necker, for your grandfather provoked the revolution. I confine myself to that. You have not seen all, because you were too young; but I have seen those times of terror and public calamity. As long as I live, those deplorable epochs shall not come back, be assured of it. Your project-makers trace utopias on paper; the idle and unemployed read them, and hawk them about; fools believe them; general happiness is on the lips of every one. Shortly after, the people want work, and, consequently, bread; they rise in revolt; and here is the result of all those fine doctrines. Sir, your grandfather was a great culprit."

In pronouncing these words, Napoleon pushed away suddenly the little cup of coffee left near him a few minutes before by Roustant. His ire seemed raised to so high a degree, that his guests believed, this time, that the storm was on the point of bursting on the head of young de Stael, whose countenance, hidden in the darker part of the saloon, Napoleon did not see; for, if he had been able to examine it, he would have spared him a little from such a torture, and, by mere compassion, from the last angry sally. The features of the poor young man were contracted and convulsed, and every one could judge of the efforts that he made, in order that reason might triumph over the feelings of resentment working in his mind; however, he was sufficiently master of himself to reply in a calm but agitated tone of voice.

"Sire, let me at least but hope that posterity will be less severe, in regard to my grandfather, than your majesty."

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Posterity, did you say? The best way would be to consign the whole to oblivion."

Here the conversation ceased for a few minutes, during which Napoleon drank the coffee which Roustant had placed before him, and afterwards, addressing himself to his guests, he resumed, with rather a forced smile, the dialogue.

"After all, I should not utter too much against the revolution, for I have lost nothing by it;" and turning round towards M. de Stael, he said in a mild tone of voice, "The reign of insurrection is finished. I wish authority to be respected, because it comes from God. You seem to me to be

than your grandfather, especially than your mother, who, by her babbling and by her writings, has compromised the future prospects of her family."

Having said this, he rose from table, his officers rising also. M. de Stael still persevered, though timidly, in order to obtain the recall of his mother. Without replying to his importunities, Napoleon approached the young man, and taking hold of him by the ear, spoke to him in a mild, paternal tone of voice :

"M. de Stael," said he, " you are very young; if you had my experience, you would judge things better. I am far from being angry; your frankness has pleased me; I love a son who pleads the cause of his mother. Your mother gave you a difficult mission; you have acquitted yourself in an intelligent and becoming manner. Whatever may be the result, I do not wish to give you false hopes; you shall obtain nothing from me. If your mother were in prison I would not hesitate to liberate her; but she is only in exile; let her remain so.”

"Sire, is she not as unhappy in exile as in prison ?"

"Those are romantic ideas. Your motheris she much to be pitied? Why, with the exception of Paris, she can travel through all Europe. After all, I cannot understand why she is so anxious to come to Paris, to place herself thus within the reach of my tyranny. You see, I speak candidly; can she not go to Rome, Berlin, St. Petersburg, and London? There she will be safe, and can, all at her ease, write libels against me; but Paris is the place of my residence, and there I will not suffer any persons to remain who are unfavorably disposed towards me. Do you know what would happen if I permitted her to return to my capital? She would corrupt and spoil all the persons about me, in my court, as she has spoiled my tribunate. She has seduced Garat; she could not refrain from meddling with politics."

"I can assure your majesty that my mother's tastes and inclinations are exclusively employed in literature."

"But, sir, politics are mixed up in her literary pursuits. Besides, women have no business to write; they should employ their time in knitting. In short, sir, if your mother is not content in Vienna, she may go where she pleases."

In saying this, Napoleon, thinking himself freed from the importunities of M. de Stael, turned his back on him, and moved towards the fire-place, where the fire was getting low, etiquette being opposed to throwing wood on it in his presence. To get some warmth, he endeavored to stir up the embers with the end of his boot. In the mean time Lauriston, who guessed the mind of the emperor, winked at the young man, to make him understand that he would act wisely by retiring; but M. de Stael did not pay attention to this warning, and seemed as if nailed to the spot. The emperor, having burned the end of his boot, turned round to the side where M. de Stael stood, who did not fear to speak again, saying:

"Sire, will your majesty permit-"

This time, Napoleon did not allow him to finish his phrase; but raising his head, suddenly interrupted him with a frown, and a tone of voice which had made crowned heads shake.

What, sir! you have not finished! If you have nothing to do, it is not the case with me; I have pressing affairs." And moving towards Lauriston, he whispered a few words to him, (it was the order to depart;) the aide-de-camp left the saloon. The emperor, then advancing to M. de Stael, and placing himself right before him, crossed his arms, and addressed him in a tone and manner only employed on certain occasions:

"Now, sir, let us see what you still require." "I wish to have the honor of stating to your majesty," continued the young man, with tears in his eyes, "that the presence of my mother is indispensable at Paris for the recovery of a sacred debt against the French government."

Certainly, sir, but ours is accompanied by circumstances which render it more of a private nature."

"Ah! are we come to this-a private affair? Every creditor said the same. M. de Stael, I do not know the nature of your demand on my government. Moreover, that does not concern me. If the laws are in your favor, you will obtain redress; but if it is a special favor you require, I now apprize you that my interference cannot be obtained in any way whatsoever."

Deprived of the counsel of my mother, what shall my brother and myself do to pursue the business?"

"There is no lack of lawyers in Paris, who will undertake the matter," said the emperor, interrupting him, "even supposing the case be bad. In fine, manage the business as you please; but I declare to you for the last time, that I will hear no more on the subject of your mother. Adieu, M. de Stael," added he, with a movement of the hand to make known to him that his audience was finished, and that he must withdraw.

This conversation lasted more than an hour. The emperor never gave so long a time to a solicitor. His intention was only to remain twenty minutes at Chambery, and he staid an hour and a half.

M. de Stael withdrew with a heart so afflicted that he could not refrain from weeping. Lauriston saw him cross the hall of the hotel, holding his handkerchief to his eyes, apparently choking with grief; every one pitied him.

"Are you asleep, Duroc?" "No, sire," stammered out Duroc, aroused from his slumber.

"Was I not a little hard," said the emperor, " in my conversation with young De Stael?''

The grand marshal remaining silent, Napoleon continued:

"I fear it. After all, I have not said too much to him. His grandfather had no talents in the administration of affairs. I know something of it."

Berthier, who had not said a word since their arrival at Chambery, here remarked : "In that respect every one renders a plenary justice to your majesty."

"In short, I am not sorry," said the emperor, "to have explained myself categorically, on the score of Madame de Stael, because I am freed from further importunities. Those people rail at me and blacken all that I do; they do not understand me."

It is well known that Napoleon travelled with great celerity. The 29th December, 1807, he left Chambery at half past six in the morning; after passing by Lyons, Macon, Auxerre, and Melun, he was at the Tuileries the 1st January, 1808, at 7 o'clock in the evening; and, half an hour afterwards, sat down to dinner as if he had only just come into town from St. Cloud.

About three months from this period there was a reception in the grand apartments of the palace. The court was very brilliant, and the diplomatic body numerous. Napoleon appeared well pleased with the political news he received that morning. Leaning on the arm of the grand marshal, who named to him the personages whom he did not know, he passed through the splendid saloons of the Tuileries, addressing kind words to every one on his passage. Arrived in the middle of the Salon de la Paix, he spied in one of the angles of this saloon, (before the pedestal on which was placed the marble bust of Washington,) a small group of foreign diplomatists, who were talking together in a low voice; he moved on quickly; they perceived his approach, and all were at once silent.

Gentlemen, I do not wish to interrupt you," said the emperor, smiling, and addressing himself in preference to the minister plenipotentiary of Baden, who seemed to be speaking as he approached; "continue, I pray you. What were you saying?"

Sire," replied Admiral Verhuel, "M. de Dalberg was speaking to us of a new work published in Germany, which causes at this moment a great sensation."

"And what is the title of this new work which makes a sensation?" demanded the emperor, smiling.

"Sire, those gentlemen say that it is the