* * * * * [Illustration: Mormon Temple, Nauvoo] * * * * * MORMON TEMPLE, NAUVOO. [SEE ENGRAVING.] By permission of Mr. J. R. Smith, we have caused a view of the Mormon Temple at Nauvoo to be engraved from his splendid Panorama of the Mississippi, and we give the engraving in this number. As the building has been recently destroyed by fire, our engraving, the first ever published, acquires additional value. We copy from Mr. Smith’s description of the Panorama, the following account of Nauvoo and the Temple: “_Nauvoo._—A Mormon city and settlement, now deserted. It is one of the finest locations for a town upon the river, it being situated at the second and last rapids below the Falls of St. Anthony, which extend from this place to Keokuk, a distance of 12 miles. The great Mormon Temple stands out conspicuous. It is the finest building in the west, and if paid for would have cost over half a million of dollars. It is built of a white stone, resembling marble, 80 feet front by 150 deep; 200 feet to the top of the spire. The caps of the pilasters represent the sun; the base of them, the half moon with Joe Smith’s profile. The windows between the pilasters represent stars. A large female figure with a Bible in one hand is the vane. An inscription on the front, in large gilt letters, reads as follows: “The House of the Lord, built by the Church of Jesus Christ of the Latter Day Saints. Commenced April 6, 1841. Holiness to the Lord.” There is in the basement of the temple a large stone-basin, supported by twelve oxen of colossal size, about fifteen feet high altogether, all of white stone and respectably carved. A staircase leads up to the top of the basin. It is the font where all the Mormons were baptized. It is seen in the Panorama standing aside the Temple, _but in the basement is its real situation_. * * * * * ROSE WINTERS. A TALE OF FIRST LOVE. BY ESTELLE. “I shall never have another hour’s happiness as long as I live!” exclaimed Rose Winters, weeping passionately. “You wouldn’t let me marry him, father, and now he’s gone to sea, and said he should never come back.” “Don’t believe it, Rose,” said Mr. Winters. “He’ll be glad enough to come back, I’ll warrant you—and the longer he stays away the better, I’m thinking, it will be for you.” “It’s not like you, father, to be so unfeeling,” said Rose, sobbing almost hysterically. “Nonsense, child—unfeeling, indeed! ay, ay, it may be so in your judgment, I dare say, but I must judge with the head, and not with the heart.” “I think I ought to be allowed to judge for myself, now I’m of _age_,” answered Rose, with sudden spirit. “I was eighteen my last birthday.”