Arrived at the temple, they were rather taken aback by finding themselves in for a sermon, which one of the elders delivered preparatory to the "physical exercises." The preacher was one Brown--called, by reason of his commanding a company of Mormon volunteers, "Cap'en Brown,"--a hard-featured, black-coated, man of five-and-forty, correctly got up in black continuations and white handkerchief round his neck, a costume seldom seen at the foot of the Rocky Mountains. The Cap'en, rising, cleared his voice, and thus commenced, first turning to an elder (with whom there was a little rivalry in the way of preaching,) "Brother Dowdle!" (brother Dowdle blushed and nodded--he was a long tallow-faced man, with black hair combed over his face,) "I feel like holding forth a little this afternoon, before we glorify the Lord,--a--a--in the--a--holy dance. As there are a many strange gentlemen now--a--present, it's about right to tell 'em--a--what our doctrine just is, and so I tells 'em right off what the Mormons is. They are the chosen of the Lord; they are the children of glory, persecuted by the hand of man: they flies here to the wilderness, and, amongst the _Injine_ and the buffler, they lifts up their heads, and cries with a loud voice, Susannah, and hurray for the promised land! Do you believe it? I _know_ it. "They wants to know whar we're going. Whar the church goes--thar we goes. Yes, to hell, and pull the devil off his throne--that's what we'll do. Do you believe it? I _know_ it. "Thar's milk and honey in that land as we're goin' to, and the lost tribes of Israel is thar, and will jine us. They say as we'll starve on the road, bekase thar's no game and no water; but thar's manna up in heaven, and it'll rain on us, and thar's prophets among us as can make the water 'come.' Can't they, brother Dowdle?" "_Well_, they can." "And now, what have the Gen_tiles_ and the Philis_tines_ to say against us Mormons? They says we're thieves, and steal hogs; yes, d---- 'em! they say we has as many wives as we like. So we have. I've twenty--forty, myself, and mean to have as many more as I can get. But it's to pass unfortunate females into heaven that I has 'em--yes, to prevent 'em going to roaring flames and damnation that I does it. "Brother Dowdle," he continued, in a hoarse, low voice, "I've 'give out,' and think we'd better begin the exercises grettful to the Lord." Brother Dowdle rose, and, after saying that "he didn't feel like saying much, begged to remind all hands, that dancing was solemn music like, to be sung with proper devotion, and not with laughing and talking, of which he hoped to hear little or none; that joy was to be in their hearts, and not on their lips; that they danced for the glory of the Lord, and not their own amusement, as did the Gen_tiles_." After saying thus, he called upon brother Ezra to "strike up:" sundry couples stood forth, and the ball commenced.