"Madam," he softly said, addressing the twenty disconsolate widows.  "I have seen part of you before!  And although I have already twenty-five wives, whom I respect and tenderly care for, I can truly say that I never felt love's holy thrill till I saw thee!  Be mine--be mine!" he enthusiastically cried, "and we will show the world a striking illustration of the beauty and truth of the noble lines, only a good deal more so-- "Twenty-one souls with a single thought,  Twenty-one hearts that beat as one!"    They were united, they were! Gentle reader, does not the moral of this romance show that--does it not, in fact, show that however many there may be of a young widow woman, or rather does it not show that whatever number of persons one woman may consist of--well, never mind what it shows.  Only this writing Mormon romances is confusing to the intellect.  You try it and see. ____________________ I. ON THE STEAMER. New York, Oct. 13, 1868. The steamer Ariel starts for California at noon. Her decks are crowded with excited passengers, who instantly undertake to "look after" their trunks and things; and what with our smashing against each other, and the yells of the porters, and the wails over lost baggage, and the crash of boxes, and the roar of the boilers, we are for the time being about as unhappy a lot of maniacs as was ever thrown together. I am one of them.  I am rushing around with a glaring eye in search of a box. Great jam, in which I find a sweet young lady, with golden hair, clinging to me fondly, and saying, "Dear George, farewell!"--Discovers her mistake, and disappears. I should like to be George some more. Confusion so great that I seek refuge in a stateroom which contains a single lady of forty-five summers, who says, "Base man! leave me!"  I leave her. By and by we cool down, and become somewhat regulated.