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The studying of sciences has brought civilization to advance so far, that there is a very fine name to be given to every one of the numerous ailments which affect the poor daughters of God. Also a scientific remedy, just as high in rank as far as the language is concerned to relieve them from their sufferings right at the present time, and through these means it is possible in a scientific way to conceal the hidden crimes, and at the same time call forth mercy and sympathy.

What a mockery of life it must be in the sight of God. Oh, you beloved daughters of Zion, if you only could realize and shun the chains and snares placed in your path, of your soul's enemy trying to ruin you for the great mission to which you were designed, and in place of it prepare yourselves in spirit and in truth for the designs of your great Creator, let not only your spirit but your beautiful bodies be prepared for the awaiting events. Just imagine in what wisdom the body of woman was formed and left the Creator's masterhand, capable of every passing event by which it would come in contact in life-that means, as far as He had designed itbut how is it today? In many cases it is not any longer capable of performing its duties according to the designs of God.

Many a bright, noble spirit is clothed with a sickly, miserable body checking its progress and shortening its existence upon this earth, because that was brought into existence under the influence of transgressions of the laws of nature, and the penalty clings to it. Others have by their own unwise conduct in girlhood caused sickness and misery, and even deformity to be their lot through life-and in this way

will not be able to fulfill their designed mission. But all these things are overlooked, and in place of it explained in very fine words as being in the providences of God, while in reality it is caused through transgressions of the holy and pure laws of our God. Why is it that we shut our eyes for all these mistakes, trying to gain mercy and sympathy for our suffering, while properly we should blush?

It almost belongs to the now-a-days style to be sick and afflicted. The young lady who is sound and robust is not very much in the market; they must be pale and puny-looking--be very small around the waist or have small feet, to make attraction. These words bring to my mind the sayings of a great doctor. He said: "If it is your desire to secure a wife that will be free from eternal nervousness, headache, pains, ill-temper, and especially if you aim to have children that will not be sickly and short lived-I pray you avoid marrying a woman with a small

waist."

True it is also to my observation that that kind of deformity, which I will call it, because it is so far from the original pattern, that it can not be anything but deformity, causes all those bad results-how could it be otherwise ? It only takes common sense to know that any constrictions of the body necessarily must check the proper circulation in the veins and arteries, and what then, when we think of the conditions of the internal delicate organs, which of course as a natural consequence of the squeezing the poor body has been subject to, must be thrown out of their proper place, and develops many a time to an improper form. Oh, if that cursed garment which we call "corset," could

be abandoned! How much misery it has created! How could it be other wise, it is all based on natural principles. Many a time I have seen a lady who measures twenty-seven or twentyeight inches around the waist-take a corset which measured twenty-two or twenty-three inches-instead of measuring the corset after the body they squeeze the poor body to fit the corset. Oh, vanity, when wilt thou cease to bring curses upon the daughters of God?

How many a bright, young, hopeful woman has been carried to her grave in the years when she should have been in the prime of life, because she was a slave of fashion! She was then robbed of the glorious blessings which once were pronounced upon her head in becoming a true and worthy mother and receive the glory thereunto connected, because her life was cut short.

This is when death puts an end to her existence, otherwise she is left many a time to struggle through life in sickness and misery, raising her children under conditions which call aloud for mercy and sympathy. Why should all that misery be? There is no need of it.

of His holy and pure laws. Sickness is a penalty for laws broken, and the one law laid down for our guidance is just as necessary as the other. God has made no law unnecessary-we will find that out on a coming day.

How I wish in my heart that the young daughters of the Latter-day Saints might be impressed to this end that a preparation, a true preparation is necessary for their high and noble mission, to become mothers of great men and women in the kingdom of our Father, and that it is not needed to be dreaded as it is now in our days, to approach that now so critical hour; "the hour of confinement" - it need not be; it is just as natural for a woman to bear children as for a tree to bear fruit.

LEAVES FROM THE JOURNAL OF A
MEDICAL STUDENT.

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DISSECTION.

CACTUS.

ANUARY 15th. Here I am, cooped up in my room, losing a whole week's lectures, not to speak of allowing my class to get ahead of me in laboratory work; all because my head, Turn around, beloved young sisters, heart, stomach and hand rebelled take another course, study carefully against that which was required of the laws of nature, and obey them-it them to endure! It's enough to prowill be the only way to abandon sickvoke a better saint than I am! "But ness and misery from your system; let what's the matter?" exclaims the posit no longer be the topic of your sible reader of the foregoing tirade. conversation to explain the nature of Matter enough! The idea of anyyour ailments, and the doctor you body pretending to have courage have consulted, and the fine remedy enough to be a "medic," and then applied a. s. f. I hope to God that breaking down at the first disagreeable the day will come in the future that it thing that occurs. Bah! I'm ashamed will be just as much a shame to be sick, of myself for my weakness. "But," as it is now to lie or steal, why shouldn't says my better nature, "what's the it? It is just as great a sin in the use of giving way in this manner? sight of God; it is all transgressions | Why don't you make a clean breast of

the affair, confess your weakness, and gather strength for future emergencies?" No doubt this would be the better plan; so, Mrs. Better Nature, I will try to take your advice.

Well, you know, that all the year, as a representative Freshman should do, I have felt a corkscrew shudder run down my spinal column every day as I passed by a certain establishment not far from the medical building, over whose entrance you can read the words in large, raised, stone letters "Anatomical Laboratory." For from my seat in the lecture room, I could daily see the express wagon back up to the side door, and divest itself of one or more great white boxes, the contents of which would be slid down the cellar stairs, there to be dumped into the vats of brine awaiting their reception. And did I not know, oh, my journal, that the contents of one or another of the white boxes mentioned would eventually be turned over to me, and that, with saw and scalpel, scissors and hammer, I would be expected to investigate and examine the remotest corners of the said contents?

Thus passed away the first semester; and as the time approached at which I had determined to begin the dreaded work of dissection my repugnance increased. But of what use to give way to such fancies! The work must be done, and the sooner begun, the sooner over. Thus it was that, as soon as our delightful Christmas holidays were over, thirty-two ladies, half of whom were Freshmen, the rest Juniors, prepared to begin the work under discussion, myself among the first named. Dressed in our oldest and shabbiest gowns, with oil-cloth aprons, half sleeves, and caps as accessories, and armed with our box of

instruments and cans of carbolated vasaline, the grotesque and interesting cavalcade bravely and en masse entered the fatal apartment. The sight of eight stark, staring bodies, of every age and color, stretched upon as many tables, was not reassuring, to say the least. A stifled scream or two might have been heard, and there were some pale faces, and clinging to each other for support. From beneath the highly perfumed handkerchiefs held assiduously to the noses of the more sensitive, the ends of those important organs could be seen highly elevated in the tainted air.

This state of affairs could not last long, however, for the work of cleansing and bandaging the bodies must be done, preparatory to beginning work in earnest on the morrow. So with hearty good will born of necessity, each went to work to do her part. Four girls, two Juniors and two Freshmen constitute a "club," to work upon one "subject." The fee for each is ten dollars making the price of a "subject" forty dollars. The bodies are supposed to be those of criminals, suicides, "found," and others unclaimed, while some few come from the county poor-houses. They are all provided by the "anatomical law." Students are not allowed to carry away any part or portion under penalty of heavy fine. The remains are burned or buried after use.

Three days' actual work upon the cadaver resulted in making me thoroughly sick in mind and body, hence occurs the fact noted at the beginning as well as the additional one that I am trying to fill my journal with the ideas that have haunted me for the past week; hoping thus to rid myself of them in a measure. The finding of

a wedding ring upon the finger of the subject to which I was detailed, made so deep an impression upon me that I could not forget about it until I had scribbled the following lines. Every writer will understand what a relief it is to write down any idea which is haunting them and causing disturbance of an already over-excited brain.

THE WEDDING RING.

[Lines suggested by finding a heavy gold ring upon the third finger of a cadaver in the dissection room of a medical college.]

Take from the withered finger
The heavy band of gold;
Emblem of wedded life and love,
Sign of a tale that is told.

Placed on the hand in the long ago,
By one who whispered soft and low,
The story that never grows old.

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THE EDITOR'S DEPARTMENT.

Lula so skillfully weaves into verse. I wish the day might come when we can meet, as a body of writers and readers, and discuss plans and projects for the future welfare of our JoOURNAL.

HERE is no phase of my editorial labors so pleasant to me as the intimate and informal relations that exist between us, the writers for the JoURNAL, and you, the readers of the JOURNAL. There is no pompous We entrenched behind a mass of vague, superior wisdom, because that mighty We is only a woman full of good intentions and occasional faults. We are a blessed, happy company of women, you and I, shielded from the rougher elements of life by the care and love of a Heavenly Father and wise brothers, husbands and fathers, raising this standard of intelligence and progress that we may all develop every in a letter to me. I will be very grateful for the thoughtful kindness and will use every available suggestion.

latent talent, and polish that only inheritance of ours, the soul. It is pleasant to hear such kindly things said of us (that is, of you and me, girls) as Prest. E. S. Taylor says in this issue, and as

Meanwhile, we do meet every month on that broad plane spread out by the printer's hand, and across the types I stretch out to each one of you writers and readers my loving hand-clasp. Let me ask you, send me an occasional suggestion or criticism to assure me your interest is unabated. If you can think of anything to improve the pages of our magazine, don't begrudge the time it will take to say so

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of, is her future marriage. With those of lively imagination and warm heart, every beau is looked upon as the possible husband. Many of the stories which have appeared in the pages of the JOURNAL have been illustrative of the principle of love. In all of them, too, was taught this one lesson: no girl should allow her heart to go out to a man, without the testimony of the spirit to her words that the chosen one is he whom God has appointed to be her husband in time and eternity. We use our agency oftentimes so carelessly and even recklessly that years are required to bring us to our senses, to teach us that God and His will should be the object of our lives. The mind has so much to do with the heart, whether we know it or not. If a girl reads trashy novels all her young life, her mind becomes possessed with the idea that love and romance are inseparable things. So they are, in one sense of the word. But the novels of the world present the prevailing idea of the world; viz: that human love and its vagaries are the whole sum of existence. Certainly love is the highest attribute, even of divinity; yet love and license are not interchangeable terms. The tempting spirit that appears in the form of "young love," can be rebuked and held at bay by a faithful, prayerful soul, just as the spirit which tempts us to lie, to steal, or to sin in any way. It may be a difficult task, it often will be, for imagination helps the heart to be rebellious, but dear girl friends, if you find your feelings are being drawn out, to use an old-fashioned expressive term, to an unworthy object, to a man who drinks or who has a bad character or is outside our Church, just pray daily, hourly if need be, to be delivered from

the assailing spirit. Try this, and don't sink into the wretched mistake that the fact of your "falling in love" with an unworthy man, justifies you in doing wrong or in being disobedient to the counsels and wishes of your parents and friends.

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HERE is another point connected with this strongest passion of the human heart, which I wish women, married and unmarried, understood.

God, it is, who holds the destiny and heart of every man and woman in His hand. Now, if any one of you feel a desire for the love of a good man, one who does not seem to care for you, or if married, and your husband's heart seems alienated from you, there is one sure, safe way in which to obtain that blessing. Joseph Smith and Brigham Young are both credited with the saying that "a woman having but one choice, while a man may have many, should rightly have the object of that choice." The safe and sure way to get that choice is not to ask the man's consent to a marriage-I am too old-fashioned to admire the modern style of man hunting-but to ask God to turn the heart of His servant to the girl or woman who so desires it. Be sure that if it is the right one, you will have that prayer answered in time and you will be all the happier for your waiting and constancy.

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