In other times, the Church was all in all. Brigham was king and pope; the Twelve were princes of the blood.
A bishop was a peer.
Not to be an elder was to live outside the court.
A Gentile was of less account in Main Street than a Sioux or Snake, who kept, although in darkness, some traditions of a sacred code.
A railway train has done it all.
The change in Zion, since the railway opened, is like that from Santa Clara under the Franciscan friars to that of Denver under Bob Wilson and the young Norse gods.
Much evil pours into the town, as well as good; the sharper and his female partner coming with the teacher and divine; the people who open hells and grogshops treading on the heels of those who open colleges and schools.
Everyone is free to come.
As yet, the Saints retain possession of the real estate; no less than seven-eighths of the city, nineteen-twentieths of the territory, says Daniel Wells, mayor of the city, still belonging to the Saints.
Yet every one