I fear he has departed to a world where genuine truthfulness is more accepted as a virtue than in this.
A Mormon Guest.
Quite recently I have had a visit from a young American, who brought me a letter from a so-called cousin--at all events a namesake--in the Far West, asking me to tell her about her German ancestry.

My visitor was good-looking, well-dressed, fair-spoken, and gentlemanly; also well-bred and well-to-do.

I will not indicate his name, but I may state that he is a near relative of the eminent electrician who illuminates so magnificently the fountains at South Kensington.

Of course, as pleased with his manners and deportment, I kept him to luncheon; and finding that he hailed from Utah, naturally asked if he knew Salt Lake City and the Mormons there.

Certainly; he lived not a hundred miles from the city, and those were his own people: as a Mormon himself from infancy, he had nothing but good to say of them, and we in England had been very much misled by Mrs.Stenhouse and other travellers.