It was in the month of June, 1844, as already intimated, and during the unparalleled flood of that season, that the writer last visited Nauvoo. . . . Upon the walls of his bar-room hung a full length portrait of himself, as commander-in-chief of the military force of Nauvoo, in full regimentals; and a full representation likewise of the temple as completed, though then hardly ready for its roof. In an adjoining room, an Egyptian mummy, together with divers metallic plates covered with hieroglyphics, and connected by a ring, were exhibited by the prophet’s mother, a very aged and infirm woman, who, poor old soul, with implicit faith, demonstrated their connexion with the revelations of her shameless son—at the charge of a quarter of a dollar a head. Here, also, were two young and handsome, and loosely clad females, a portion, probably, of that spiritual household which the prophet's wife, Emma, had permitted him to introduce under her roof.