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He did not let me run away from my place—the dear, happy place that He meant for me.'

And if the thought of what Agnes had tried to do fos her had gone far to make her brave, when her heart had almost failed, neither Louise nor Agnes realized it.-Young People's Paper. Memory Gem.

“Let us go upon our mission,

the sick and suffering poor;
Let the weary, homeless wanderer

View with joy the open door.
"As we do to these our brethren,

E’en the least of those we see,
May we meet His glad approval,

‘Ye have done it unto Me!'

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l'eacher's Reading-Life of Christ, Farrar.

CALMING THE TEMPEST. Matt. 8: 23—27; Mark 4: 37—45; Luke 8: 23—25.

The Sea of Galilee—Jesus enters a boat-the storm-terror of disciples—their question—"Peace be still”—even wind and waves obey.

(The following description should be read by the teacher and told to the children in connection with the lesson of Calming the Tempest.)

"There are two lakes in Palestine, one in the northwest, the other southwest, with the river Jordan flowing between them, through a deep valley, eighty miles long. The southern sea is the Dead Sea, or Sea of Death. No living creature can exist in its salt waters. The palm-trees carried down by the floods of the Jordan are cast up again by the waves on the marshy shore, and lie strewn about it, bare and bleached, and crusted over with salt. Naked rocks close in the sea, with no verdure upon them; rarely is a bird seen to fly across it, whilst at the southern end, where there is a mountain, and pillars of rock salt, white as snow, there always hangs a veil of mist, like smoke ascending up forever and ever into the blue sky above. As the brown rapid stream of Jordan flows into it on the north, the waters will not mingle, but the salt waves foam against the fresh, sweet current of the river,as if to op

pose its effort to bring some life into its desolate and barren depths.

The northern lake is called the sea of Galilee. Like the Dead sea, it lies in a deep basin, surrounded by hills; but this depth gives to it so warm and fertilizing a climate, that the shores are covered with a thick jungle of shrubs, especially of the oleander, with its rose-colored blossoms. Grassy slopes here and there lead up to the feet of the mountains. The deep blue waters are sweet, clear, and transparent, and in some places the waves ebb and flow over beds of flowers, which have crept down to the very margin of the lake. Flocks of birds build among the jungle, and waterfowl skim across the surface of the lake in myriads, for the water teems with fish. All the early hours of the morning the lark sings there merrily, and throughout the live long day the moaning of the dove is heard. In former times, when the shores of the lake were crowded with villages, hundreds of boats and little ships with white sails sailed upon it, and all sorts of fruit and corn were cultivated on the western plain.”


Dr. Thompson says:

“My experience in this region enables me to sympathize with the disciples in their contest with the wind. I spent a night in that Wady Shukaiyif, some three miles up it, to the left of us. The sun had scarcely set when the wind began to rush down towards the lake, and it continued all night long with constantly increasing violence, so that when we reached the shore next morning the face of the lake was like a boiling caldron. The wind howled down every wady from the northeast and east with such fury that no effort of the rowers could have brought a boat to shore at any part along the coast.

"To understand the causes of these sudden and violent tempests, we must remember that the lake lies low—six hundred feet lower than the ocean; that the vast and naked plateaus of the Jaulan rise to a great height, spreading backward to the wilds of Hauran and upward to snowy Hermon, and the water courses have cut out profound ravines and wild gorges, converging to the head of this lake, and that these act like gigantic funnels, to draw the cold winds from the mountains. On the occasion referred to, we subsequently pitched out tents at the shore, and remained for three days and nights exposed to this tremendous wind. We had to double pin all our tent ropes, and frequently were obliged to hang with our whole weights upon them to keep the quivering tabernacle from being carried up bodily into the air. The whole lake, as we had it, was lashed into fury; the waves repeatedly rolled up to our tent doors, tumbling over the ropes, with such violence as to carry away the tent pins."



gone west.

The few remaining Saints had been driven from the beautiful city of Nauvoo, and were waiting on the west side of the river for wagons to take them to the other Saints who had previously

It was very rainy weather, and many of the people were victims of the fever; they had no homes, no houses, and no friends to offer help. Fathers, mothers, children, and grandparents were suffering from fever, wanting even clothes enough to protect theni from the storms. Often they wondered where the next meal was to come from; they had no way of providing.

One of the Saints who was in the midst of this suffering says:

“On the 9th of October several wagons with oxen having been sent by the Twelve to fetch the poor Saints away, were drawn out in a line on the river banks ready to start. But hark! what noise is that? See! the quails descend. They alight close by our little camp of twelve wagons, run past each wagon tongue, when they arise, fly around the camp three times, descend again and run the gauntlet past each wagon. See! the sick knock them down with sticks and the little children catch them alive with their hands! Some are cooked for breakfast.

“While my family are seated on the wagon tongue and ground, having a washtub for table, behold they come again! One descends upon our tea-hoard in the midst of our cups, while we were actually around the table eating our breakfast, which a little boy eight years old catches alive in his hands. They rise again, the flocks increase in number, seldom going seven rods from camp, continually flying around the camp, sometimes under the wagons, soinetimes over, and even into the wagons where the poor, sick Saints are lying in bed; thus having a direct manifestation from the Most High that although we are driven by men. He has not forsaken us, but that his eyes are continually over us for good. At noon, having caught alive about fifty and killed about fifty more, the captain gave orders not to kill any more, as it was il direct manifestation and visitation from the Lord. In the afternoon hundreds were flying at a time. When our camp started at three p. m., there could not have been less than five hundred, some said there were fifteen hundred, flying about the camp.

“As welcome to this famished 'forlorn hope' were these quails as the heavenly manna to the hungry hosts of ancient Israel in the wilderness."


Memory Gem.

“All things are possible unto the Lord.”

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Chapter 13. Young Folk's History of the Church.

Wilford Woodruff was the fourth President of our Church. He was a great and good man, humble and industrious, and from the time he became a member of the Church until his death was faithful and

true, devoting all his time and energy to the advancement oi his religion.

He was destined to be a great man, although, as he often testified, were working with him all his life, one to destroy and the other to protect him and enable him to complete his mission upon the earth. So many accidents of a serious nature happened to him es

pecially in his youth, (we have not time to tell them all,) falling into a caldron of boiling water when he was but three years old; later, at different times he had both legs and both arms broken, narrowly escaped death by suffocation, drowning, exposure to cold, bite from mad dog, poisoning, etc. It would take a long time to tell how all these accidents, and many others which have not been mentioned, occurred and how wonderfully the life of President Woodruff was spared.

When Brother Woodruff was baptized, a peculiar thing happened which was prophetic. There were many others who were seeking baptism at the same time. There was nothing unusual or remarkable about Wilford Woodruff ;—he was a very unassum


ing, humble man, and yet, he seemed to have given even then the promise of what he was to be. The Prophet Joseph Smith had never seen him; but somebody told him that he had been baptized, and, when the prophet was writing in his journal, he put down these words, "This day, Wilford Woodruff was baptized.

President Woodruff spent most of his life, after he was baptized, preaching the Gospel. He traveled thousands of miles, attended thousands of meetings, organized fifty-one branches of the Church, received and answered great numbers of letters, kept an excellent journal, which has been of great assistance in writing up the history of the Church. He traveled through England, Scotland, Wales, six islands of the sea, twenty-three States of the United States and five Territories. He had many wonderful experiences and testimonies, and his life is full of lessons and examples that will be helpful to all who will endeavor to tread in his footsteps.

In May, 1898, he attended a meeting of the Y. M. M. I. A., and in addressing the people there, said: "I am deeply interested in the position we occupy.

The Lord had appointed the place we are in, when the blessings were given of Joseph. We are the sons of Joseph. Here is the place where we are going to stay. No power beneath the heavens will ever drive this people from the mountains.

“This was a desert when we came here. President Young went to work with a will like a man. I was with him when he took his first walk from his carriage across the site where this city now stands. When he reached the place where the Temple now stands he stuck his cane into the ground and said: "Here will be built the temple of our God.” I thought that was a strange prediction, but I lost no time until I cut a sage stake and drove it into the very spot where he had marked. That was before any survey or any street had been made, and on that spot, indicated by Brigham Young, and when I drove the stake, the Temple now stands. Men tried to persuade President Young to go to California, but he replied, 'I'm going to stay here, to build a city here, a Temple and a country.

Once when President Woodruff was traveling on the train to Provo, a man on the same train was declaring that Joseph Smith did not teach or practice the principles that we believe to be true, but said that Brigham Young established these things. President Woodruff arose and told him, and the rest of the passengers, that what he said was untrue, and, said he: “I shall be a witness of this in the spirit world, and I shall meet you all there."

President Woodruff lived to be ninety-one years old. Some years before his death he expressed the desire to see the Salt Lake Temple completed and dedicated before his death. All the members of the Church loved and honored President Woodruff, and they

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