"Oh--soon thou wilt be gonested away!" I told them that when I got ready to leave a place I wentested. They said--"Doth not like us?" I said--"I doth--I doth!" I also said--"I hope your intentions are honorable--as I am a lone child--my parents being far--far away." They then said--"Wilt not marry us?" I said--"Oh--no--it cannot was." Again they asked me to marry them--and again I declined.  When they cried-- "Oh--cruel man! This is too much--oh! too much!" I told them that it was on account of the muchness that I declined. This is the Mormon Temple. It is built of adobe--and will hold five thousand persons quite comfortably.  A full brass and string band often assists the choir of this church--and the choir--I may add--is a remarkably good one. Brigham Young seldom preaches now.  The younger elders--unless on some special occasion--conduct the services.  I only heard Mr. Young once.  He is not an educated man--but speaks with considerable force and clearness.  The day I was there there was nothing coarse in his remarks. The foundations of the Temple. These are the foundations of the magnificent Temple the Mormons are building.  It is to be built of hewn stone--and will cover several acres of ground.  They say it shall eclipse in splendor all other temples in the world.  They also say it shall be paved with solid gold. It is perhaps worthy of remark that the architect of this contemplated gorgeous affair repudiated Mormonism--and is now living in London. The Temple as it is to be. Should the Mormons continue unmolested--I think they will complete this rather remarkable edifice. Great Salt Lake.--The great salt dead sea of the desert. I know of no greater curiosity than this inland sea of thick brine.  It is eighty miles wide--and one hundred and thirty miles long.  Solid masses of salt are daily washed ashore in immense heaps--and the Mormon in want of salt has only to go to the shore of this lake and fill his cart.  Only--the salt for table use has to be subjected to a boiling process. These are facts--susceptible of the clearest possible proof.  They tell one story about this lake--however--that I have my doubts about.  They say a Mormon farmer drove forty head of cattle in there once--and they came out first-rate pickled beef.-- * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * I sincerely hope you will excuse my absence--I am a man short--and have to work the moon myself*.