There was something poetic in this. Victoria became connected in some way with the new dispensation. She alone of all the monarchs of the earth was prophetically cast in its _dramatis personae_. Poetry and prophesy both were pregnant with much of subject and promise that concerned Victoria of England. She may not be aware of it, but there is quite a romance of the British Queen in Mormon history, to which the presentation of the Book of Mormon to herself and the late Prince consort gives pictorial display. Before leaving England, President Brigham Young, who had succeeded in raising means to publish the Book of Mormon, gave directions for copies to be specially prepared and richly bound for presentation to her Majesty and the Prince consort. The honor of this devolved on Lorenzo Snow, who was at that period President of the London Conference. The presentation was made in 1842, through the politeness of Sir Henry Wheatley; and it is said her Majesty condescended to be pleased, with the gift. Whether she ever read the Book of Mormon is not known, although, if the presentation has not altogether faded from her memory, Mormonism has been since that date sensational enough to provoke even a monarch to read the book, if for nothing better than curiosity; so, not unlikely Queen Victoria has read some portions at least of the Book of Mormon. The unique circumstance called forth from the pen of Eliza R. Snow the following poem, entitled "Queen Victoria:" "Of all the monarchs of the earth That wear the robes of royalty, She has inherited by birth The broadest wreath of majesty. From her wide territorial wing The sun does not withdraw its light, While earth's diurnal motions bring To other nations day and night. All earthly thrones are tott'ring things, Where lights and shadows intervene; And regal honor often brings The scaffold or the guillotine. But still her sceptre is approved-- All nations deck the wreath she wears; Yet, like the youth whom Jesus loved, One thing is lacking even there. But lo! a prize possessing more Of worth than gems with honor rife-- A herald of salvation bore To her the words of endless life. That gift, however fools deride, Is worthy of her royal care; She'd better lay her crown aside Than spurn the light reflected there, O would she now her influence lend-- The influence of royalty, Messiah's kingdom to extend, And Zion's 'nursing Mother' be; She, with the glory of her name Inscribed on Zion's lofty spire, Would win a wreath of endless fame, To last when other wreaths expire. Though over millions called to reign-- Herself a powerful nation's boast, 'Twould be her everlasting gain To serve the King, the Lord of Hosts.