Cambridge chronicle

              BRIGHAM YOUNG.— Both Brigham Young and Heber C. Kimball are New Yorkers. Brigham lived near the dividing line of Ontario and Mon-roe Counties, in the town of Victor, at the time he became a Morman. He had always mani-fested a proclivity to religious fanaticism, or rather he was a lazy rascallion, and good for nothing, except to howl at a camp- meeting. He lived in a log shanty, with a dilapidated roof, and had a patient, suffering wife, surrounded by a host of tow-head children. Occasionally he would make up a lot of axe helves, and trade them off for sugar and tea. In other fits of industry, he would do a day's work in the hay-field for a neighbor, hoe the potatoes in his own little patch, or pound clothes for his wife on a washing day. But his special mission was to go to camp-meetings and revivals, where he managed to get his daily bread out of the more wealthy brethren, in considera-tion of the unction with which he shouted "glo-riah!" On such occasions, Brigham took no thought of the morrow, but cheerfully putting on his old wool hat, would leave his family without flour in the barrel, or wood at the door, and tell-ing his wife that the "Lord would provide," he would put off for a week's absence. 
Poor Mrs. Brigham managed, by borrowing from neighbors, with small hope of paying, chop-ped the wood herself, and with an old sun-bonnet—Navarino style—went to the spring after water, thoroughly convinced that her lot was not the easiest, and that her husband was, to use a west-ern expression, an "ornary man;" in which sen-timents all who knew him joined. People were getting very tired of Brigham, when Mormonism turned up. He was just the man for the religion ; and the religion seemed expressly adapted to him. He became an exhorter, held neighborhood meetings, ranted and howled his doctrines into the minds of others, as weak as himself, and final-ly went West with the rest of them, where he has developed his powers, until the poor miserable, rustic loafer is Governor of a Territory, and the chief prophet of a great religious sect. He has just the mixture of shrewdness and folly required for success in fanaticism or quackery. A wiser man could not hold his place. A man must be half a fool, and half knave, to be a successful quack.