scure the realities of a future life, instantly vanish to one thus endowed. What spirituality can see, veneration adores. As the affections unite parents to children, so veneration draws man to his God. The natural function of this organ is to worship, and when, to large spirituality, veneration, hope, conscientiousness and sublimity we add strong reasoning power, is it any wonder Eliza, R. Snow should excel as a poet?

Thus we see that the strength and weakness, the faults and virtues, the

likes and dislikes, the entire character in fact is typified and explained by the development of the brain when understood with temperament, quality, education, health, etc.

But now let us look for a moment at our subject again.

Note the fullness of the cheeks just outward from the mouth. This corresponds with the evident width of the head immediately in front of the ears and bespeaks excellent digestive power,

hence the brain is not only large and active, but, what is equally important, it is well nourished. The lungs, however, are not nearly so well developed. The "motive" temperament being comparatively weak there is a corresponding disinclination for physical exercise, especially in the nature of work, and this lady belongs to the class who are enclined to shun extra muscular exertion and who, if compelled to earn their bread by the "sweat of their brow," will see to it that the perspiration is on the inside.

Her mental, vital temperament, organic development and refined, sensitive nature, eminently qualify her for literary and artistic pursuits, but usually where the motive temperament is deficient as in this instance, persons are prone to seek and indulge the comforts and luxuries of life. As the executive faculties appear strong, however, she would therefore exercise considerable energy in all intellectual, moral and religious work.

To describe her in brief and being guided entirely by the photograph I would say this lady has a large, active and fertile brain, highly developed intellectually, morally and artistically.

The forehead being high and broad gives her remarkable intuitive ability, a clear insight into human nature, extra capacity to reason, analyze and compare wonderful descriptive power and make her especially interested in intellectual and moral reform. She appears to have considerable dignity, would work on a high plain, aim to do good; agreeable, earnest and sincere; generally on good terms with herself, but always cautious and thoughtful in deeds and words.

Such persons love retirement and solicitude that they may occasionally commune with nature, but she could not be exclusive or selfish. Her active mind is constantly engaged in planning, devising, executing or creating some scheme intended for the public good. Her weakness would be shown most in the practical, every-day affairs of life, but her good deeds, her good desires and unquestioned ability far over shadows any little failings that could be named.

A SKETCH OF ELIZA R. SNOW, THE POETESS AND REFORMER.

(By Mrs. Armeda S. Young.)

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Aunt Eliza, as she was familiarly called, was loved and respected for her pure and noble character. She always taught by example and precept that her greatest aim in life was the elevation and perfection of humanity. She "character builder" in the completest sense of the word. My heart swells with gratitude now when I reflect on my past life and remember the many times this noble woman, by her example and instructions, showed us the beauties of a pure and virtuous life. Never did I see in her actions or heard from her lips anything but that which is noble and inspiring. She was interested in every movement that would result in bettering the conditions of her fellow-beings. The following lines are an evidence of her interest in the principles of healthful living:

"The Lord imparted from above

The 'Word of Wisdom' for our blessing,

But shall it unto many prove

A gift that is not worth possessing?" "Have we not been divinely taught To heed its voice and highly prize it? Who, then, shall once indulge the thought

It can be better to despise it? "Has self-denial grown a task?

Or has that word been vainly spoken? Or why, I fain would humbly ask, Why is that word so often broken?"

Among her inspiring words to children we find these:

"That the children may live long, And be beautiful and strong, Tea and coffee and tobacco they despise, Drink no liquor, and they eat But a very little meat.

They are seeking to be great and good and wise."

If all children and adults would live up to this good advice there would be more happiness in the world.

Aunt Eliza always taught that our food should be plain and wholesome. She emphasized the need of simplicity and neatness in dress. She showed her disgust for prevailing fashions in the following lines:

"We are the offspring of God. Shall we stoop to degrade

The form which at first in His image was made?

In the likeness of Deity, gracefully formed,

With His own noble attributes richly endowed,

For a grand immortality man is designed Perfected in body, perfected in mind."

To show the readers of the "Character Builder" the lofty, pure character and noble aims of this pioneer and reformer, I will take you back to her early life and will show you that from youth, during her entire life she was devoted to the advancement of humanity, to the awakening among her fellow-beings, and desire to live purer and loftier lives.

Eliza R. Snow was born in Becket, Berkshire county, Massachusetts, Jan. 21, 1804. Her parents were of English descent; their ancestors were among the earliest settlers of New England. While quite young Eliza was employed as secretary in her father's office. She was skilled in various kinds of needlework rnd other domestic arts. She was awarded prizes at fairs for her superior skill in these arts. When quite young she began writing articles for several magazines. She watched with intense interest the struggle of the Greeks for liberty, and wrote articles concerning it. She was requested to write for publication a requiem for John Adams and Thomas Jefferson, whose death had occurred on the same day in 1826.

In the forties, when the first Relief Society was organized in Illinois, Eliza R. Snow was chosen secretary. She took a leading part in the development of those societies throughout the west. Her

poetry is full of sympathy. Here is an illustration:

"Gather up the sunbeams,
In this world of ours;
Ever round your pathway
Strew the sweetest flowers.

Cheer the hearts that sorrow.
Whereso'er they be;
Words of loving kindness,
Give them bounteously.
Seek the poor and lowly,
Everwhere they're found;
Gather up the sunbeams,
Scatter them around."

This noble woman was born a patriot. The warm feelings of patriotism inspired her childish mind and was expressed in her earliest writings. She wrote many poems on historical, religious and political subjects. Some of her writings were deep and philosophical in thought; others simple enough for a child to understand.

Aunt Eliza had great confidence in her sex. She believed that woman has a high destiny. She knew that mothers and sisters have a great influence in moulding the character of the future men. She taught that women should use all her energies in the important work of educating and refining the rising generation by example and precept. Shc well knew that if wisely educated our daughters would not be found aping the foolish, extravagant and disgusting fashions of the world.

In these lines she described an important part of woman's mission:

"And very soon your blooming daughters will

Their destined spheres as wives and mothers fill,

The best, the noblest boon they can receive

The richest fortunes you have power to give

The best of patrimonies under heaven,
Is education, timely, wisely given."

Her ideas concerning pre-existence and future life are well expressed in that im

mortal hymn, "Oh, My Father!" It would be better for humanity if we were guided by her common sense ideas in case of death, expressed in her poem entitled

"BURY ME QUIETLY WHEN I DIE."

"When my spirit ascends to the world above,

To unite with the choirs in celestial love, Let the finger of silence control the bell, To restrain the chime of a funeral knell, Let no mourning strain-not a sound be heard,

By which a pulse of the heart is stirred-No note of sorrow to prompt a sigh; Bury me quietly when I die.

"I am aiming to earn a celestial crownTo merit a heavenly, pure renown; And, whether in grave or in tomb I'm laid,

Beneath the tall oak or the cypress shade;
Whether at home with dear friends
around;
Or in distant
Or in distant lands upon strangers'
ground-

Under wintry clouds or summer sky;
Bury me quietly when I die.

"What avail the parade and the splendor here,

To a legal heir to a heavenly sphere?
To the heirs of salvation what is it worth,
In their perishing state, these frail things
of earth?

What is death to the good but an entrance gate

That is placed on the verge of a rich es

tate?

Where commissioned escorts are waiting by?

Bury me quietly when I die.

Those who have battled for truth with

their mind and might,

With their garments clean and their armor bright;

They are dwelling with Gold in a world on high:

Bury me quietly when I die."

We have not the space here to give the numerous quotations from her writings that would be of interest to the readers of the Character Builder, but desire to give another evidence of her common sense view of life and death by quoting her poem entitled:

"MY EPITAPH."

Tis not the tribute of a sigh
From sorrow's heaving bosom drawn;
Nor tears that flow from pity's eye,
To weep for me when I am gone;
No costly balm, no rich perfume-
No vain sepulchral rite, I claim-
No mournful knell-not marble tomb-
No sculptur'd stone to tell my name.

"A richer, holier tithe I crave,
Than time-proof monumental piers-
Than roses planted on my grave,
Or willows dripped in dewey tears.
The garlands of hypocrisy

May be equip'd with many a gem;
I prize the heart's sincerity
Above a princely diadem.

"In friendship's memory let me live;
I know no selfish wish besides,
I ask no more; yet, O, forgive
This impulse of instinctive pride.
The silent pulse of memory
That beats to the unuttered tone
Of tenderness, is more to me
Than the insignia of a stone.

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"For friendship holds a secret cord,
That with the fibres of my heart
Entwines so deep, so close; 'tis hard
For death's' dissecting hand to part,
I feel the low responses roll
Like far-off echoes of the night,
And whisper softly through my soul,
I would not be forogtten quite."