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set to work to try and gratify his desire. Everybody helped and soon enough money was gathered to finish the great building. And on the 6th of April, 1996, with great rejoicing, the Temple was dedicated. The services lasted three days and nobody was happier or more pleased than President Woodruff.
On July 20th, 1897, he officiated at the great Pioneer Jubilee celebration; he was presented with a gold Pioneer badge, designed for the oldest Pioneer present. On July 22nd, he was crowned with fowers in the Tabernacle, by the children, who had marched in procession to the number of about 10,000.
Chapter 14. Young Folk's History of the Church.
President Lorenzo Snow was baptized a member of our Church, June, 1836. Upon joining the Church, Brother Snow was filled with a desire to obtain a testimony for himself, and while pondering
upon the promised witness, the adversary sought to darken his mind and weaken his faith. While in this frame of mind, he retired to a recret prace and sought the Lord in humble prayer. The following is a description of the result, given in his own words:
“I had no sooner opened my lips in an effort to pray than I heard a sound just above my head like the rusi
ling of silken robes; and immediately the Spirit of God descended upon me, completely enveloping my whole person, filling me from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet, and oh, the joyful happiness I felt! No language can describe the almost instantaneous transition from a dense cloud of spiritual darkness into a refulgence of light arit knowledge, as it was at that time imparted to understanding.
I received a perfect knowledge that God lives, that Jesus Christ is the Son of God, and of the restoration of the Holy Priesthood and ihe fullness of the Gospel. It was a complete baptism--a tangible immersion in the heavenly principle or element, the Holy Ghost; and even more physical in its effects upon every part of my system than the immersion hy water."
President Snow was always true and undeviating from that testimony. He traveled tens of thousands of miles in bearing witness of the Gospel. He suffered privation, hardships, persecution, laid down his life in the Pacific ocean, and by the power of God had it restored again; suffered through bonds and imprisonment, yet with it all he bore the same testimony given sixty-five years before his death. This testimony will endure forever and be presented at the bar of Jehovah, a witness against those who have heard and rejected it.
Dr. Prentiss, a man not belonging to our Church, a student of human nature, gave, unsolicited, a pen sketch of President Lorenzo Snow, from which we give the following:
"Nothing is stranger in this strange world of inquiry and wonderment than the subtle power of the human heart to distill itself through and utter itself permanently in the human face. Every face is either a prophecy or a history. .
The droop of the school girl's eyelash, the furrow of the student's brow, the compression of the youth's lips in the various trials of life. are all promises of a tale that is yet to be told; but upon the countenance of the aged saint or sinner every line, every shade, every tracing speaks unerringly of a history of glorious triumph or disastous defeat. Before the story is told and the character completed, features and coloring may cover up the work going on beneath the appearances; but when these have fallen like forest leaves in the autumn of life, and the hoar frost of winter whitens the head and furrows the smooth skin, the history of life can no longer be hid, and men may read it as in an open book. ...... To no one was this power of the soul to distill itself into the lineaments of the face better known than to Jesus of Nazareth. The face which speaks of a soul where reigns the Prince of Peace is His best witness. Now and then in a life spent in the study of man, I have found such a witness. Such a face I saw today; saw it where and when I least expected it; saw it in a business office, where great affairs are transacted, where grave responsibilities are borne, and where serious troubles come. I had expected to find intellectuality, benevolence, dignity, composure and strength depicted upon the face of the President of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latterday Saints, but when I was introduced to President Lorenzo Snow, for a second, I was startled to see the holiest face but one I had ever heen privileged to look upon. His face was a power of peace, his presence a benediction of peace. In the tranquil depths of his
eyes were not only the home of silent prayer, but the abode of spiritual strength. As he talked of the 'more sure word of prophecy and the certainty of the hope which was his, and the abiding faith which had conquered the trials and difficulties of tragic life, I watched the play of emotions and studied with fascinated attention the subtle shades of expression which spoke so plainly the workings of his soul; and the strangest feeling stole over me, that 'I stood on holy ground;' that this man did not act from the common-place motives of policy, interest, or expediencv, but he ‘acted from far off center. I am accustomed to study men's faces, analyze every line and feature, dissect each expression, and note every emotion, but I could not here. What would be the use of my recording the earnestness of the brow, the sweetness of the mouth, and all my commonplace description turns? The man is not reducible to ordinary description. If the Mormon Church can produce such witnesses, it will need but little the pen of the ready writer or the eloquence of the great preacher.”
Chapter 15. Young Folk's History of the Church.
Bathsheba W. Smith is
Sister Bathsheba has been earning that crown all her life; it will be very bright and beautiful, because it will be filled with so many jewels of good deeds, kind, thoughtful acts and willing sacrifice.
When only fifteen years old she heard the Gospel
preached and believed what the Elders taught. Later she was baptized and soon felt a desire to be with the people of the Church.
In 1840 Sister Bathsheba's family moved to Nauvoo. Here she continued to attend the meetings of the Saints and had many opportunities of listening to the instructions given by the Prophet Joseph Smith. Sister Smith was present when the corner-stones of the foundation were laid for the Nauvoo temple, and was also privileged to become well acquainted with the Prophet Joseph and his family. About this time Bathsheba was married to Apostle George A. Smith.
In the fall of 1845 Nauvoo had become, as it were, one large mechanic shop, for nearly every family were engaged in making wagons, preparing for the great move. Everybody was trying to help and everything or place that could be used was put to good service. Even the parlor in Sister Smith's house which was used as a paint shop in which to paint the wagons.
In the following spring the family of Brother George A. Smith and many others started to find a home in the wilderness. They left comfortable homes, the accumulation and labor of years, taking with them but a few of the most necessary things, such as clothing, bedding and provisions, leaving everything else for their enemies. The weather was very cold, the Mississippi frozen over so that many of the people crossed the river on the ice. It would be impossible to describe how these brave people traveled on through storms of snow, wind and rain-how roads had to be made, bridges built, rafts constructed to cross the rivers—how the poor animals dragged on day after day, with the scantiest feednor how the people themselves suffered from want, sickness and death. If the Lord had not been with them they could never have passed through it all with such cheerfulness of spirit and helpful bearing of each others troubles.
The company in which Sister Smith and her family traveleil camped at a place called Cutler's Park for the winter.
The men went to work cutting and stacking the coarse prairie grass for winter feed for the animals. Some seven hundred log-cabins were built and about one hundred and fifty dug-outs; these are cabins which are built partly underground. Chimneys were made of sod, clay was pounded to make fire-places and hearths, most of the roofs were made of timber, covered with clay. A meeting house, also, was built by these industrious people, where they could meet to worship God and also for such social pleasures as were enjoyed by them.
Food was scanty, their bread, which was generally made of corn, had to be brought a distance of one hundred and fifty miles. No vegetables to be had. The want of proper food together with all the other hardships caused a great deal of sickness and even death.
In 1849 Sister Bathsheba Smith and her family reached their destination; and after having been homeless and wanderers for so long a time, were prepared to appreciate a home where they could stay and rest.
The wagon in which Sister Smith traveled during the latter part of the journey is thus described by herself:
“On this journey my wagon was provided with projections, of about eight inches wide, on each side of the top of the box. The cover, which was high enough for us to stand erect, was widened by these projections. A frame was laid across the back part of our wagon, and was corded as a bedstead; this made our sleeping very comfortable. Under our beds we stowed our heaviest articles. We had a door in one side of the wagon cover, and on the opposite side a window. A step-ladder was used to ascend to our door, which was between the wheels. Our cover was of 'osnaburg,' lined with blue drilling. Our door and window could be opened and closed at pleasure. I had, hanging up on the inside, a looking glass, candle stick, pincushion, etc. In the center of wagon we had room for four chairs, in which we and our two children sat and rode when we chose. The floor of our traveling house was carpeted, and we made ourselves as comfortable as we could under the circumstances."
Sister Prescendia L. Kimball was the elder sister of Zina D. Young, the good woman whose history talked about last month. These sisters passed through the same experiences in Missouri and Nauvoo, and during the weary journeyings to the valleys of the mountains, Sister Prescendia drove her own team a good part of the way.
In Kirtland these sisters enjoyed many blessings, being privileged to see and hear the power of God made manifest. On one occasion a little girl came to Prescendia's door and in wonder called