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REPRESENTATIVE 

Women of Deseret, 

A BOOK OF 

RjBIO GRAPHICAL SKETCHES,^ 

To Accompany the PICTURE Bearing the Same Title. 
Compiled and Written by 

Augusta Joyce Crccherdn, 

Author of "WILD FLOWERS OF DESERET. 

AND DEDICATED TO 

The originals of this Picture and Booh , their co-laborers in the 
Church, and every true heart that will receive 
their testimonies. 


O, Spirits dear! Ye light the path 
That else were lone and dim; 

I follow where your sainted feet 
Lead onward, up to Him, 

And hear above life’s discords, still,— 
Your heav’n inspired hymn. 


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SALT LAKE CITY: 
Printed by J. C. Graham & Co. 
1884. 




Entered according to Act of Congress in the year 1888, by 
augusta Joyce Crocheron, 

In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington, D. C. 



HAROLD B. LEE LIBRARY 
BRIGHAM YOUNG UNIVERSITY 
PROVO. UTAH 





INTRODUCTORY, 


In presenting this picture, Representative Women of Des- 
eret, before the public, an explanation may he appropriate 
that the object may he rightly understood. The picture is in¬ 
tended to represent the Latter Day Saints Women’s Organiza¬ 
tions rather than to draw attention to those intellectual gifts 
and acquirements which in this connection are but secondary 
to the spiritual or missionary labors of those represented. As 
in Salt Lake City is the head of these organizations, so these 
spiritual laborers were selected by the precedence they hold. 

Throughout our Territory, indeed beyond, are many as sin¬ 
cere and faithful, noble women, well deserving of every honor 
contained herein, but there is of necessity a limit in the pres¬ 
ent work and that which would have been a pleasure to the 
author became an impossibility at this time, but it is the pur¬ 
pose in due season to present another work which will be of 
interest to our people. 

It is not the purpose of the compiler of these sketches to 
present a complete history of the subjects of the picture, to 
which this book is merely an accompaniment to acquaint the 
many who are strangers to them with their labors and their 
virtues, to show as it were, what manner of people these 
“Mormons” are. To do full justice to the originals would 
require more space and ability than are mine. But if the eyes 
of the stranger may thereby be opened to a knowledge of their 
purity, integrity and faith in God, their heroic firmness and 
the trials they have endured without wavering in allegiance 
to their cause ; if any may be convinced that this people are 
in earnest and in the right, and that God is with them; if they 




INTRODUCTORY. 


can realize that for men, Mormonism is not a cloak, a subter¬ 
fuge and a selfish system; that our women are not from the 
dregs of civilization, led and -controlled by stronger minds 
without a knowledge within themselves for their course, it 
will prove a joy and delight, a sweet return for my humble 
hut earnest efforts. 0, that these truthful testimonies falling 
upon hearts that are as blocks of ice toward us, might, like 
burning bullets melt their way therein, until, like Joseph’s 
brethren, they should weep for injuries these have borne ! 

And to the young of our people, if this work shall cause 
them to appreciate their honored parents more by the nobil¬ 
ity they have proven; if it shall cause them to weigh the ob¬ 
ject for which these sacrifices were endured against the poor 
temptations of the present time; if they shall question them¬ 
selves, shall my parent’s sacrifices count for naught? shall 
their example and their labors be lost on me ? their hopes 
meet disappointment? If that command, “ honor thy father 
and thy mother” shall prevail, and the sweet testimony of 
the Holy Spirit convince and strengthen them in the same 
service and faith unto their God, still sweeter and richer shall 
be the reward. 

That this work may go forth from my humble home as a 
missionary, a silent worker of great good is my fervent hope. 

A. J. C. 



In presenting the picture and book, Representative Women 
of Deseret, to the public, I desire to first express my thanks 
to the ladies of the picture for their kindness and confidence. 

I thank Sister Eliza R. Snow Smith for her approval and 
sanction; Sister Emmeline B. Wells for her steadfast encour¬ 
agement, and Bishop Hiram B. Clawson for his kind interest 
and advice. Published, as it has been, in part by subscrip¬ 
tion, I thank also my generous patrons. 

Through a disappointment, so many embarrassments oc¬ 
curred that at one time I felt that no inducement, however 
beautiful, could again tempt me to so great (in my circum¬ 
stances) an undertaking; but for me the Lord in His goodness 
opened the way; and towards James R. Miller, Dr. A. Farr and 
Zina D. H. Young, each, my heart thus expresses itself: 

As Hagar in her lone despair 
Gazed hopeless o’er the desert drear, 

Nor saw until her steps were led, 

The living waters, sweet and clear; 

So I who strove through tedious days 
’Mid hopes that fled and fears that frowned— 

Turned at thy name, and in thy heart, 

The boon I sought so long was found. 

Not hers alone the story old— 

The earth is thronged with hearts distressed 
That little dream how close beside 
The angel walks—to save and bless. 

In compiling the brief sketches of Eliza R. Snow Smith, 
Zina D. H. Young, M. I. Horne and Prescendia L. Kimball, 




PREFACE. 


I am indebted to the editor of the Woman’s Exponent , their 
biographer. Several antobigraphies follow, and looking it all 
over, the thought rises —how little I have done after all! I 
have scarcely more than furnished the thread on which their 
gems were strung. Often I have paused, sorrowful that this 
work must be so brief: so much remains to be told. I have 
had sincerest joy in this labor, and if my efforts should be 
regarded as conferring any honor upon these ladies, it has 
been a greater honor to me to be accorded the privilege of 
tendering it, and of enjoying their acquaintance and friend¬ 
ship. 

In conclusion, I would again refer to our First Lady, E. R. 
S. Smith; in a short time will appear her latest and largest 
book, an autobiography and history with genealogical record 
of her family, and dedicated to her noble brother, Apostle 
Lorenzo Snow. On her eightieth birthday, January 21, 1884, 
Sister Eliza was the recipient of a large surprise party given in 
honor of the day, in apprsciation, love and respect of her¬ 
self and labors, in the Social Hall, a building of histrionic 
association in the annals of Salt Lake City. It is wonderful 
indeed to contemplate the still youthful spirit, energy and 
ability of this lady; ever serene, gentle, forbearing with 
others; so carefully hiding her own weariness and leaving 
unmentioned whatever might trouble her; that the idea would 
never suggest itself to those not intimately associated with her, 
that she has anything to do but preside, receiye and enjoy the 
loving expressions from her friends. 

Hoping this volume may entertain and benefit the reader, 
and that all errors in book-makiny may be graciously pardoned, 
I will subscribe myself, dear public— 

Your Servant and Friend, 

JIU&USTil JDYCE CRDCHERDN, 



Eliza R. Snow Smith, 
Zina D. H. Young, 

Mary Isabella Horne, 
Sarah M. Kimball, 
Prescendia L. Kimball, 
Phoebe W. Woodruff, - 
Bathsheba W. Smith,- 
Elizabeth Howard, 
Elmina S. Taylor, 

Mary A. Freeze, - 
Louie Felt, - 
Ellen C. Clawson, 
Emmeline B. Wells, - 
Romania B. Pratt, 

Elvira S, Barney, 

Emily Hill Woodmansee, 
Hannah T. King, 

Augusta Joyce Crocheron, 
Helen Mar Whitney, - 
Zina Y. Williams, - 
Louise M. Wells, 
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ELIZA R, SNDW SMITH, 

PRESIDENT OF THE WOMEN’S ORGANIZATIONS OF THE CHURCH OF 
JESUS CHRIST OF LATTER DAY SAINTS. 

“ Eliza R. Snow was born in Becket, Berkshire Co., Mass, 
Her parents were Oliver Snow of Mass., and Rosetta L. 
Pettibone, of Conn. They were of English descent, their 
parents having emigrated to America at an early period. In 
1806, the family removed to Mantua, Portage Co., Ohio.” 
Mr. and Mrs. Snow bestowed great care upon the education 
of their daughter, intellectual and domestic. She began her 
literary labors when quite young, her contributions over a 
nom deplume receiving much admiration. 

/ Her grandfather was a revolutionary soldier, and his remin¬ 
iscences created impressions upon her youthful mind that 
became part of her nature, developing into an intense national 
devotion. J 

“Two volumes of her ‘Religious, Historical, Political ’ 
poems have been published, the First in Liverpool, England, 
in 1856, the Second in Salt Lake City. ” * Her poems are life 
like and embody most of our Church history J- To select her 
best poems would make a volume. The one by which she is 
best known, perhaps, is, “0, My Father, thou that dwellest,” 
and ranks in its individuality and popularity as a Latter Day 
Saints’ doctrinal hymn, with “The Spirit of God like a fire is 
burning. ” It is safe to say that these two hymns have wielded 
an influence beyond our power to estimate, in conveying the 
spirit of the Gospel to the hearts of the hearers. I have wit¬ 
nessed throngs of people standing outside a “ Mormon” place of 
worship, listening to the singing forgetful for the time of their 
own personal affairs. They have fixed themselves upon the 
memory of all who ever heard them. “ 0 My Father ’ ’ contains 
doctrine that was new to the world, it was the essence of Mor» 
monism. Every Mormon child is familiar with it and would 
recognize it in any country. It has been sung to many tunes, 


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several have been composed for it. Of these, I once heard 
Pres. Brigham Young, in the St. George Temple, designate 
his preference thus: “Will the Parowan choir please sing 
‘ O My Father,’ to that sweet, gentle air I love so well?” 
The air was “Gentle Annie, ” a strange choice it sounded, but 
the effect proved the correctness of his taste. 

“ Sister Eliza early devoted her attention to the Scriptures 
and in her girlhood formed the acquaintance of the famous 
preacher and scholar, Alexander Campbell, and other noted 
divines. In 1835, she went to Kirtland, Ohio, and boarded in 
the family of the Prophet Joseph, teaching a select school for 
young ladies. Miss Snow returned home to visit her parents 
but on the 1st of January, 1837, bade farewell to her paternal 
home, to share the joys or the afflictions of the Latter Day 
Saints. 

“She became a governess to the children of the Prophet, 
and was a companion for Emma, his wife, for a number of 
years. 

“From means she brought with her, Miss Snow gave freely 
toward building the Kirtland Temple. Persecution soon arose 
and raged so that, with her family who had now joined the 
Church, she left Kirtland, going to Davies Co., Mo. On the 
10th of December, 1838, Miss Snow with her father’s family, 
left Davies Co., the Mormons in that locality having been 
ordered by the Governor to leave the county within ten days. 

“They passed through almost unendurable sufferings, and 
reaching Far West found the Prophet and many others had 
been dragged to jail leaving their families destitute. March 
1839, they left Far West leaving much of their property behind. 
Eliza and her sister stopped in Quincy, Ill., awhile. In July 
1839, Miss Snow went to Commerce, (since called Nauvoo) to 
teach school. During her seven years’ residence there she 
wrote much and advanced rapidly in her knowledge of the 
principles of the Gospel. Here, the Relief Society was organ¬ 
ized by Joseph, March, 1842, and Sister Eliza was chosen for 
secretary. ” There are now three hundred branches of the 
Relief Society. “Eliza was at this time the wife of the 
Prophet. In the latter part of July 1842, Mrs. Smith, Presi- 





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dent of the Relief Socigty, proposed a petition to Governor 
Carlin, asking his protection of Joseph. Sister Eliza, as 
secretary, wrote the petition which was signed by several 
hundred ladies, and in company with President Emma and 
Mrs. Warren Smith visited the Governor at his residence in 
Quincy, Adams Co., Ill., where they were most cordially 
received by the Governor. lie replied to them, ‘I believe 
Mr. Smith is innocent. ’ Soon after their return home they 
learned that the Governor in connection with Missouri officials 
was plotting the destruction of the lives of those noble men. 

“ The Prophet and Patriarch were massacred ! For awhile, 
thought of all else was forgotten but this overwhelming woe. 
Put God gave them his sustaining love, and Eliza, widowed, 
turned again to the work Joseph had established, consecrating 
even her life to its service. The Temple was at length finished, 
and Sister Eliza then began another era, ministering in the 
Temple in the holy rites that pertain to the House of the Lord, 
as Priestess and Mother in Israel to hundreds of her sex. 

“In Feb., 1846, she left Nauvoo, on her way to the Rocky 
Mountains. At the middle Fork of Green River they stopped 
at one of the resting places. Here Sister Eliza and friends 
with whom the latter traveled, lived in a log house laid up 
like children’s cob houses, with cracks from one to four inches 
wide. A tent cloth stretched over the top, blankets and 
carpets hung up inside as protection against the inclement 
weather. On the 19th of August when they were leaving here, 
they were minus a teamster. Sister Eliza undertook to drive 
ox team, and after some experience became an adept. August 
27th they crossed the Missouri river, and on the 28th, arrived 
at Winter Quarters. From constant exposure and continued 
hardships Sister Eliza broke down. Fever set in, chills and 
fever followed; heavy rains came on and she was wet nearly 
from head to foot. She felt that she stood at the gates of 
death, it was but a step beyond, and once inside tire portals 
she would be free from pain and suffering. But the great life- 
work lay before her, and she summoned courage and supreme 
faith to her aid. They moved into a log house partly 
finished, no chinking, no chimney. The fire was built on one 


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side, raid the room which had no floor was always filled with 
smoke. The cooking had to be done out of doors, the intense 
cold being preferable to the smoke. ” About the close of the 
year she received the sad news of the death of her mother. 

“ April 7th, 1847, the pioneers under the direction of Presi¬ 
dent Brigham Young started to find a gathering place for the 
Pilgrim Saints. In June Sister Eliza resumed her journey 
westward. Nursing the sick in tents and wagons, and bury¬ 
ing the dead by the wayside in the wild desert were indeed 
mmrnful, yes, pitiful. Ou the 4th of August, several of 
the Mormon Batallion returning to Winter Quarters, met the 
Pilgrim Companies, and joyful indeed was the meeting for 
they were husbands, fathers, brothers and sons of women who 
were in those companies. They soon met the returning 
pioneers and heard of the resting place found, and arrived 
safely in the valley in October. Here Sister Eliza took up 
her abode with Mrs. Clara Decker Young. Shortly after, the 
Saints numbering six hundred arrived in the valley, a pole 
was erected and the flag which h ad been preserved with the 
greatest care, was raised. * * As time passed on a place 
was selected and consecrated in which holy ordinances might 
be administered. Sister Eliza was called upon to take part, 
in which calling she has officiated up to the present. When 
the wards and settlements were pretty generally systematized, 
Pres. Young re-organized the Relief Society. He called on 
Sister Eliza to assist, and associate with her in the labor, Zina 
D. Young; this gave to them the .precedence which they have 
since held. 

“ At a Mass Meeting held in this city January 13th, 1870, in 
the Old Tabernacle, (where the Assembly Hall now stands) 
by about 6,000 women to protest against the ‘ Cullom Bill, ’ 
Sister Eliza made a strong and brilliant speech. Politically 
this was the turning point in the history of the women of Utah. 
A few weeks later and the women of Utah received the right 
of franchise. They will ever hold Governor S. A. Mann in 
special grateful remembrance. * * In 1854-5, the Lion 
House was completed and Sister Eliza has ever since resided 
there. It was some years later before the domestic spinning, 


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dyeing and weaving were discontinued, in these things Sister 
Eliza also excelled. 

“ In 1869, the Retrenchment Meetings were by the counsel 
of Pres. Young, organized. An association with a presiding 
board of seven officers. These meetings are still held in the 
Fourteenth Ward Assembly Rooms semi-monthly, at the same 
hour, the same ladies presiding, excepting Sister M. T. Smoot 
since removed to Provo. Here good instructions are given, 
and here the Junior Associations’ secretaries bring the minutes 
of their respective Wards’ Meetings, also the secretaries of 
the Primary Associations, (girls under twelve years of age, 
generally,) thus bringing together for mutual benefit an inter* 
change of ideas, experience and suggestions, the aged veterans, 
the younger matrons and maidens, and little children. 

“ October 26th, 1872, Sister Eliza left Salt Lake City on a 
journey to the Holy Land, her brother, Apostle Lorenzo Snow, 
joining her in Ogden. Pres. George A. Smith and party met 
them in New York, They took the steamer for Liverpool No¬ 
vember 5th. In Rome Sister Eliza spent five days, visited 
Naples, Corfu, Alexandria, Cairo, Suez, Joppa, the plains of 
Sharon, the Valley of Ajelon became realized, and in due time 
they beheld Jerusalem. This tour through the Holy Land 
was a mission pertaining to the Latter Day Work. An account 
of the trip was published in book form, entitled ‘ Palestine 
Tourists. ’ Sunday, March 2nd, 1873, they ascended the Mount 
of Olives, and held service there after the manner of the Holy 
Priesthood as revealed in this dispensation. March 25th, 
embarked for Constantinople. Sister Eliza had been enduring 
twenty-nine days of tent life, and twenty-one of riding on 
horseback. And this in her seventieth year ! At Athens they 
took tea with the American Minister, and met the American 
Consul General to Constantinople. They visited Munich then 
went to Vienna and thence to Hamburg, May 16th, 1873, 
they took steamer for London, and met the Saints in their 
Conference, May 25th. Embarked for home on the 28th. 
Returning early in July, she visited many old scenes and 
friends of her early life, received with honors from place to 
place. So quiet was her return to Utah, that four days elapsed 


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before her many friends became aware of it. A brief rest 
sufficed, Sister Eliza could not be idle. She visited Ogden 
and Provo in August, Cache Valley in September, holding 
meetings in these and many other places. 

4 Must after the October Conference of 1876, Sister Eliza 
entered upon the superintendency of the ‘ Woman’s Store, ’ a 
Commission House for Utah home made goods. Officers and 
employees were women. During this year she prepared her 
second volume of poems for the press, also assisted in selecting 
and preparing the manuscript for the ‘ Women of Morinon- 
dom,’ and in raising funds for its publication, and not least of 
all, gave the proof her attention. Also still continued her 
labors in the House of the Lord.” At this time occurred the 
death of President Brigham Young. To one so disciplined in 
order, with such continuity of purpose, such adhesiveness to 
principle and friends, it would seem that to ordinary persons, 
the loss of one in whose house she had her place, and whose 
friendship and counsels she had shared for over twenty-five 
years, would be an overwhelming shock. But the same 
strength of mind which had risen from the martyrdom of the 
Prophet and Patriarch supported her again, and she “renewed 
her diligence, if it were possible, in her broad field of labor. ” 
Political events and duties occupied her attention during De¬ 
cember and January 1878. During the ensuing summer she 
traveled hundreds of miles, holding generally two meetings a 
day wherever they stopped. While attending a meeting at 
Farmington, Davis Co., the efforts of Sister Aurelia, Spencer, 
Rogers received her consideration and the Primary Associa¬ 
tions, for children, became part of our system. “The first 
Organization at Farmington dates from September 7tli, 1878; 
about this time an Association was organized in the Eleventh 
Ward of this city, taking the lead. ” This new feature so sug¬ 
gestive of great benefit to the children so enlisted her feelings 
that she has visited most of the settlements and wards in this 
matter organizing Associations. Sister Eliza returned from a 
long tour of missionary labor just in time to preside at a grand 
Mass Meeting of 15,000 women, held in the Theatre, November 
10th, 1878, in reply to to representations of the Anti-Polygam- 


ELIZA R. SNOW SMITH. 


ic Society. The year 1880 was spent visiting the L. D. S. 
Women’s Organizations, and the production of the Childrens 
Primary Hymn Book, soon followed by a tune book to accom¬ 
pany the above. On Saturday, July 17th, Fourteenth Ward 
Assembly Rooms, President John Taylor ordained Sister Eliza 
to the office to which she had been elected; President of Lat¬ 
ter Day Saints’ Women’s Organizations throughout the world, 
wherever our people are; also, Sister Zina D. IT. Young as 
her First Counselor, Elizabeth A. Whitney (since deceased) 
Second Counselor, Sarah M. Kimball as Secretary, and Mary 
Isabella Horne as Treasurer. 

“In August Sister Eliza visited Sanpete Co., and in Thistle 
Valley assisted the Bishop in organizing a Relief Society, with 
an Indian sister as a counselor; the first Indian woman 
ordained and set apart to an office in this dispensation. Nov* 
ember 8th, Sister Eliza accompanied by Sister Zina D. Young, 
left home for St. George to do a work in the Temple. They 
traveled over one thousand miles in carriages and wagons, 
doing missionary work among the Saints. In St. George the 
anniversary of Sister Eliza’s birthday was publicly celebrated, 
and on the same day the people of Weber Stake paid a delicate 
tribute to the honorable lady by a similar celebration at Ogden 
City. 

“Sisters Eliza and Zina returned from St. George March 
31st, and were met at the depot by a party of thirty ladies 
who escorted them to the Lion House, where a reception, a 
welcome home, awaited them. In 1881, during the intervals 
of her many public duties, she prepared her new book Bible 
Questions and Answers. In September, visited Thistle Val¬ 
ley, organizing a Primary Association with ten little Indian 
children enrolled as members. April 1883, the Relief Society 
was organized among the Indians at Washakie, an Indian 
village in Box Elder Co. After duly considering the long-felt ne¬ 
cessity among our own people of an institution for the sick and 
injured, where the ordinances of faith might be administered 
freely and without restraint, in fact, one that we might term 
our own, and as one of the links in our system of organiza¬ 
tions, the sisters took a course that led to the establishment of 


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tiie Deseret Hospital, at which institution the dedication 
services were held, July 17tli, 1882, by the First Presidency, 
Stake Presidency, Apostles Wilford Woodruff and F. D. 
Richards; Mayor William Jennings, C. W. Penrose, Editor 
Deseret News , L. John Nuttall and Joseph Horne being pres¬ 
ent. Eliza R. S. Smith, President, E. B. Wells, Secretary.’- 
T will conclude this brief sketch with one of her latest poems : 

\ BURY ME QUIETLY WHEN I HIE, 

When my spirit ascends to the world above, 

To smile with the choirs in celestial love, 

Let the Anger of silence control the bell, 

To restrain the chime of a funeral knell, 

Let no mourning strain—not a sound be heard, 

By which a pulse of the heart is stirred— 

No note of sorrow to prompt a sigh; 

Bury me quietly when I die. 

I am aiming to earn a celestial crown— 

To merit a heavenly; pure renown ; 

And, whether in grave or in tomb I’m laid, 

Beneath the tall oak or the cypress shade; 

Whether at home with dear friends around ; 

Or in distant lands upon stranger ground— 

Under wintry clouds or a summer sky; 

Bury me quietly when I die. 

What avail the parade and the splendor here, 

To a legal heir to a heavenly sphere? 

To the heirs of salvation what is the worth, 

In their perishing state, the frail things of earth ? 

What is death to the good, but an entrance gate 
That is placed on the verge of a rich estate 
Where commissioned escorts are waiting by? 

Bury me quietly when I die. 

On the “ iron rod ” I have laid my hold; 

If I keep the faith, and like Paul of old 

Shall have “ fought the good fight ” and Christ the Lord 

Has a crown in store with a full reward 

Of the holy priesthood in fulness rife, 

With the gifts and the powers of an endless life, 



ELIZA R. SNOW SMITH. 


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And a glorious mansion for me on high; 

Bury me quietly when I die. 

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Like a beacon that rises o’er ocean’s wave, 

There’s a light—there’s a life beyond the grave; 

The future is bright and it beckons me on 
Where the noble and pure and the brave have gone; 

Those who have battled for truth with their mind and might, 
With their garments clean and their armor bright; 

They are dwelling with God in a world on high: 

Bury me quietly when I die. 



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ZINA D. H, YDUNE-j 

FIRST COUNSELOR TO THE PRESIDENT OF THE L. D. S. WOMEN’S 
ORGANIZATIONS. 

“ And he shall turn the hearts of the fathers to the children, 
and the hearts of the children to their fathers, lest I come and 
smite the earth with a curse. ” How fitting are these sacred 
words to the subject of this sketch and her family. In obedi¬ 
ence to this command renewed in this dispensation, searching 
through their genealogical records for ten generations back, 
they have brought forth to light, and to eternal life in the 
celestial kingdom of God, the forgotten and unknown ancestry 
of their family, finding now and then some noble representative 
of their race linked with even a kingdom’s honor, and at last, 
far back, upon the throne of England. 

Sister Zina’s career of religious devotion and service is not a 
new feature in the Huntington family, nor America a new field 
of labor to them. One hundred years ago Lady Salina Hunt¬ 
ington, saving to herself only sufficient for the real needs of 
life, devoted a great portion of her vast fortune to missionary 
service, for the introduction of Christianity among the North 
American Indians, by the founding of schools for the natives 
and the support of ministers and teachers. “ She allowed 
herself but one dress a year. Lady Salina Huntington was 
the second daughter of the Earl of Ferrars. She was born in 
1707, and was the co-laborer of Whitefield and Wesley. ‘ The 
pedigree of Lady Huntington and her husband, and of George 
Washington, first President of the United States, (as traced by 
Mapleson in his researches) meet in the same parentage. ’ 

‘ Lady Huntington and her chaplains often journeyed during 
the summer, making their presence a means of religious reviv¬ 
als wherever they went. A church needed. With her, to 
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to the Lord. They were sold for six hundred and ninety-eight 
pounds, and with this she erected a house of worship in 1760. 
Her daughter, Lady Salina, was one of the six earls daughters 
chosen to assist the Princess Augusta to bear the train of 
Queen Charlotte on her coronatiion day. ” Did it foreshadow 
an era of revelations dawning upon the world, when she 
prayed “that God would give us new bread, not stale, but 
what was baked in the oven that day. ” Lady Huntington 
built seven chapels, her private property, beside aiding sixty 
others. At the age of eighty-four a few hours before the. last 
struggle she whispered joyfully, “I shall go to my Father to¬ 
night, ” and so she went home, June 17th, 1791. 

Thus by birthright and by heritage is the land of Freedom 
the Huntingtons field of religious labor. The mantles of Lady 
Huntington and remoter noble ancestors have at last been 
lifted from the silence and the shadows of departed centuries 
to the shoulders of worthy descendants and representatives, 
who are doing works of greater magnitude than they ever 
comprehended. Superintended by Dimock B. Huntington, 
and assisted by the family, Zina and her sister Prescinda have 
been baptized for ten generations, numbering nearly five 
thousand. 

By permission I select from matter collected and published 
by Emmeline B. Wells, in Woman’s Exponent the following 
portions of biography: 

“ Zina Diantha Huntington was born January 31st, 1821, at 
Watertown. Her father was William Huntington, her mother 
Zina Baker, whose father was one of the first physicians in 
New Hampshire. Her grandmother on the mother’s side was 
Dorcas Dimock, ‘ descended from the noble family of Dimocks, 
whose representatives held the hereditary knight-champion¬ 
ship of England; instance: Sir Edward Dymock, Queen Eliza¬ 
beth’s champion. ’ 

“ The father of Mrs. Zina D. H. Young was also a patriot 
and served in the war of 1812. Samuel Huntington, one of the 
signers of the Declaration of Independence, was the uncle* of 
this old revolutionary soldier. She says : ‘ My fathers family 



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is directly descended from Simon Huntington, the Puritan 
immigrant who sailed for America in 1633. He died at sea, 
hut left three sons and his widow, Margaret. The church 
records of Roxbury, Mass., contain the earliest record of the 
Huntington name known in New England, and is in the hand¬ 
writing of the Rev. John Elliot himself, the pastor of that 
ancient church. This is the record: ‘Margaret Huntington, 
widow, came in 1633, her husband died by the way of small 
pox. She brought children with her.’ 1 My grandfather, 

Wm, Huntington, the revolutionary soldier, married Prescinda 
Lathrop, and was one of the first settlers in the Black River 
Valley, Northern New York. The Huntingtons and Lathrops 
intermarried, and my sister Prescinda Lathrop Huntington, 
bears the family name of generations. The Huntingtons em¬ 
braced the Gospel at Watertown, New Yo,rk, and Zina D., 
when only fifteen years old was baptized by the Patriarch 
Hyrum Smith, August 14th, 1835, and soon after went to Kirt- 
land with her father’s family. In this year she received the 
gift of tongues. On one occasion in the Kirtland Temple she 
heard a whole invisible .choir of angels singing, till the house 
seemed filled with numberless voices. At Kirkland she re¬ 
ceived the gift of interpretation. She was also at the memor¬ 
able Pentecost when the spirit of God filled the house like a 
mighty, rushing wind. Zina was also a member of the Kirt¬ 
land Temple Choir, of whom but few are now living. 

Sister Zina experienced the persecutions in Missouri, during 
which the mother died from fatigue and privation, and only 
two of their family were able to follow her remains to their 
resting place. She says; “ Thus died my martyred mother. ” 

Sister Zina was married in Nauvoo, and had two sons, but 
this not proving a happy union, she subsequently separated 
from her husband. Joseph Smith taught her the principle of 
marriage for eternity, and she accepted it as a divine revela¬ 
tion, and was sealed to the Prophet for time and eternity, after 
the order of the new and everlasting Covenant. 

Sister Zina was a member of the first organization of the 
Relief Society at Nauvoo, and when the Temple was ready for 



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the ordinances to be performed, received there her blessings 
and endowments. After the martyrdom of the Prophet Joseph 
and Hyrum, she was united in marriage for time to Brigham 
Young, and with the Saints left Nauvoo in the month of Feb. 
ruary, crossing the Mississippi on the ice. Arriving at Mt. 
Pisgah, a resting place for the exiles, Father Huntington was 
called to preside and Zina D., with her two little boys re¬ 
mained with him temporarily. Sickness visited the camp, and 
deaths were so frequent that help could not be obtained to 
make coffins. Many were buried with split logs at the bottom 
of the grave and brush at the sides, that being all that could 
be done by mourning friends. Her father was taken sick, in 
eighteen days he died. After these days of trial she went to 
Winter Quarters, and was welcomed into the family of Brig¬ 
ham Young. With them, she in May 1848, began the journey 
to this valley, walking, driving team, cooking beside camp-fires, 
and in September arrived here, living in tents and wagons 
until log houses could be built. Here, April 3rd, 1850, was 
born Zina, daughter of Brigham Young and Zina D. Young. 

When the Belief Society was reorganized in Utah by Presi¬ 
dent Brigham Young, Sister Zina was one of the first identified 
with that work, as Treasurer, and when Sister Eliza was called 
to preside over all the Belief Societies, she chose Zina as her 
Counselor. 

One. of the most useful fields of her labor, has been seri¬ 
culture. She has raised cocoons, attending to them with her 
own hands, and had charge of a large cocoonery and mulberry 
orchard belonging to President Young. When the Silk Asso¬ 
ciation was organized, June 15th, 1876, she was chosen Presi¬ 
dent. Great good was accomplished, mulberry trees were 
planted and cocoons raised in every part of the Territory 
where the climate would permit. A good article of silk w r as 
manufactured with home machinery.” Sister Zina also took 
a course of medical studies, being perhaps the first to adopt the 
wish of President Young, for as many of tho sisters as would 
be useful for the practice in the many settlements, among their 
own sex; to qualify themselves. Ladies came from different 



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settlements, stimulated by her example. “ In all departments 
of woman’s labor for the public good, Sister Zina had been 
found at her post doing her share of active work in the best 
manner possible. She has traveled among the different set¬ 
tlements visiting organized societies, or assisting Sister Eliza 
or the local authorities in organizing. “At a Mass Meeting 
of ladies held in this city, November 16th, 1878, Sister Zina 
delivered a very eloquent impromptu address. ” I w T as one of 
the reporters on that occasion, and noting the increasing earn¬ 
estness in her voice and words, raised my eyes to her standing 
just before the table we were using. Suddenly, as though her 
words struck home like an electric shock, several gentlemen 
sitting at my right hand, clutching the arms of their chairs, 
started as though they would rise to their feet; their faces 
burning with the truths they heard, their eyes fixed upon her 
fearless face and uplifted hands. I can never forget that 
mq^nent. It was more than eloquence, it was inspiration. I 
will quote that portion of her address. 

“The principle of our religion that is assailed is one that 
lies deep in my heart. Could I ask the heavens to listen; 
could I beseech the earth to be still, and the brave men who 
possess the spirit of a Washington to hear what I am about to 
say. I am the daughter of a Master Mason! I am the widow 
of a Master Mason, who, when leaping from the window of 
Carthage Jail pierced with bullets, made the Masonic sign of 
distress; but, gentlemen, (addressing the representatives of 
the press that were present) those signs were not heeded ex¬ 
cept by the God of heaven. That man, the Prophet of the 
Almighty, was massacred without mercy ! Sisters, this is the 
first time in my life that I have dared to give utterance to this 
fact, but I thought I could trust my soul to say it on this 
occasion; and I say it now in the fear of Israel’s God, and I 
say it in the presence of these gentlemen and I wish my voice 
could be heard by the whole brotherhood of Masons through, 
out our proud land. That institution I honor. If its principles 
were practiced and strictly adhered to would there be a tres¬ 
pass upon virtue ? No indeed. Would the honorable wife or 



ZINA D. YOUNG. 


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daughter be intruded upon with impunity? Nay, verily. 
Would that the ladies of America, with the honorable Mrs. 
Hayes at their head; would that the Congress of the United 
States, the law makers of our nation, could produce a balm fo r 
the many evils which exist in our land through the abuse of 
virtue, or could so legislate that virtue could be protected and 
cherished as the life which heaven has given us. We in 
common with many women throughout our broad land would 
hail with joy the approach of such deliverance, for such is the 
deliverance that woman needs. The principle of plural mar¬ 
riage is honorable; it is a principle of the Gods, it is heaven 
born. God revealed it to us as a saving principle; we have 
accepted it as such, and we know it is of him for the fruits of 
jt are holy. Even the Saviour, Himself, traces his lineage 
back to polygamic parents. We are proud of the principle 
because we know its true worth, and we want our children to 
practice it, that through us a race of men and women may 
grow up possessing sound minds in sound bodies, who shJIl 
live to the age of a tree. ” “ During the summer of 1879, Sister 

Zina decided to take a trip to the Sandwich Islands for her 
health, and was accompanied by Miss Susa Young. She had 
the opportunity of meeting many persons of note to whom she 
imparted.correct information regarding our people; distribut¬ 
ing tracts and books. Great respect was paid her and many 
ovations. She assisted the native members of our church in 
getting an organ for their meetings, and contributed liberally 
for other benevolent purposes . 99 ‘‘On her return she spent 
most of her time attending meetings of the various organiza¬ 
tions. Sericulture was not forgotten or neglected. She also 
continued her labors in the House of the Lord. In the fall of 
1880, Sisters Zina and Eliza went to St. George, to labor in 
the Temple, and visit the organizations of the women and 
children, wherever practicable. They held meetings by the 
way, often camped out over night, and traveled thus over one 
thousand miles. Returning March 31st, 1881, they were met 
at the depot by a party of thirty ladies, in carriages, who es_ 
corted them to the Lion House where a reception of welcome 
home awaited them. 



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August 20th, 1881, Sister Zina, accompanied by her foste r 
son, Lieut. Willard Young, started for New York to gather up 
the records of her relatives. Dr. E. B. Ferguson was going to 
pursue her medical studies further in some branches, to be of 
greater service among the people. Previous to their going, 
they were blest and set apart by the First Presidency of the 
Church, to speak upon the principles of our faith if opportun¬ 
ity presented. 

Sister Zina was cordially received by her relatives, and 
invited to speak in Sunday School and Temperance Meetings. 
Visited New York City, and listened to many celebrated 
divines. Attended the Woman’s Congress at Buffalo, N. Y., 
but was refused five minutes to represent the women of Utah. 
Visited Watertown, N. Y., then to Vermont, and thence to 
Albany Co., and spoke in several meetings. Sister Zina re¬ 
turned to New York to attend the N. W. S. A. Convention, 
without opportunity of addressing them. She however assisted 
the brethren in organizing a Belief Society in New York. 
With Lieut. Willard Young she visited West Point. Mrs. 
Young returned to this city March 7th, received by her 
daughters and many friends, the return being the occasion for 
a most delightful party. On the Friday following, the Relief 
Society Conference convened, and her many friends had the 
opportunity of welcoming her home. 

Picture and words are alike powerless to convey the beauty 
of her face, her spirit and her life. Each succeeding year adds 
a tenderer line to her face, a sweeter, gentler intonation to 
her voice, a more perceptible power to her spirit from the 
celestial fountains of faith; widens the circle of her friends, 
strengthens and deepens their love for her, and brings a 
richer harvest of noble labors to her name. Could 1 say 
more ? I could not say less of her who has for eighteen years 
been my most intimate friend, my counselor, my second 
mother. A mother, not to me alone, to her belongs in its 
sweetest, widest sense, the name—a “ mother in Israel. ” 



MARY ISABELLA HORNE. 


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MARY ISABELLA HDRNE] 

Treasurer of the Presiding Board of the L. D. S. Women’s 
Organizations. 

“I was born November 20th, 1818, in the town of Rainshaw, 
County of Kent, England. I am the daughter of Stephen and 
Mary Ann Hales, and the eldest daughter of a large family. 
My parents were honest, industrious people. I was taught 
to pray when very young, to be honest and truthful, to be 
kind to my associates, and to do good to all around us. My 
early years were spent in attending school and in assisting my 
mother in domestic duties. ” 

“Mrs. Horne’s father was a Methodist, and her mother a 
member of the Church of England. Mrs. Horne as a child, 
had very strong religious tendencies, and when requested by 
her Sabbath School teacher to commit to memory two or 
three verses from the Bible, she would learn a whole chapter 
or perhaps two, and recite without being prompted. 

“ When only in her eleventh year, she became so fascinated 
with the Bible that her leisure hours after the labors of the 
day were over, were employed in reading and studying the 
history and incidents, the sublime parables and teachings 
contained in that sacred work; thus prepared to receive in 
due time the Gospel of the new and last dispensation. In 
1832, Mrs. Horne’s parents decided to emigrate, and concluded 
to go to upper Canada. April 6th, they left England with a 
family of five sons and two daughters. 

“One little boy died upon the way. On the 16th of June, 
they arrived in York, strangers in a strange land, where the 
cholera was making fearful ravages, but the Lord preserved 
Ahem all in health. The following spring, 1833, the family re¬ 
moved to the country, about eight miles from York. Mrs. 

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Hales’ health was delicate and the care of the whole family 
devolved upon Mary Isabella, only fifteen years of age. 

“In the spring of 1834, she attended a Methodist camp meet¬ 
ing in the neighborhoood, where she first met Mr. Joseph 
Horne, and two years afterward, Joseph Horne and Mary Isa¬ 
bella were united in marriage on the 9th of May, 1836. ” 

Only about one month of their wedded life had passed w r hen 
they heard a rumor that a man professing to be sent of God, 
to preach to the people would hold a meeting about a mile 
distant. 

Mr. and Mrs. Horne attended this meeting and there they 
first heard the Gospel, proclaimed by Elder Orson Pratt, but 
little knew how the course of their life would be changed by 
receiving this great light. Mrs. Horne was baptized in July, 
1836, by Elder Orson Hyde, and ever after her house was a 
home for the elders, and a place where meetings were held. 
In the latter part of the summer of 1837, she first saw the 
Prophet Joseph, also Sidney Rigdon and Thomas B. Marsh. ” 
She says: “On shaking hands with the Prophet Joseph Smith, 
I received the holy spirit in such great abundance that I felt 
it thrill my whole system from the crown of my head to the 
soles of my feet. 1 had never beheld so lovely a countenance, 
nobility and goodness were in every feature. I said to my¬ 
self, ‘ 0 Lord, I thank thee for granting the desire of my 
girlish heart in permitting me to associate with prophets and 
apostles.’” “In March 1838, while the weather was still 
wintry, Mr. and Mrs. Horne bade farewell to their home, and 
with a few saints started for the gathering-place of the people 
of God. 

“ At Huntsville, Mrs. Horne was introduced to Father and 
Mother Smith; Father Smith was the Patriarch of the church, 
and under his hands she received a patriarchal blessing. In 
August, with a babe less than a month old, they removed to 
Far West, and were obliged to go into a log house without 
doors or windows. It was about this time that the excitement 
in Missouri raged, and persecution was at its height. Mrs. 
Horne was alone much night and day, her husband being on 



MARY ISABELLA HORNE. 


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guard. In the spring of 1839, Mrs. Horne and family left Mis¬ 
souri as exiles, and sought an asylum in Quincy, Ill., where 
for awhile they had peace. While in Quincy, Mrs. Horne 
was one of those favored ones who had the privilege of enter¬ 
taining and waiting upon the Prophet Joseph and Hyrum, the 
Patriarch. In the month of March, Mr. and Mrs. Horne 
moved to Nauvoo by wagon, over the then wild prairies. 
They lived in a lumber shanty for eight months, and in No¬ 
vember Mr. Horne moved his family into his own house, still 
unfinished. Here in ‘ Nauvoo the beautiful, ’ Mr. Horne 
through diligent labor at last succeeded in establishing a flour¬ 
ishing business and his family were looked upon by the Saints 
as quite well situated. On the 2nd of April, 1844, Mrs. Horne 
received a patriarchal blessing under the hands of H}^rum 
Smith, the patriarch of the Church. ” On the 27th of the 
June following, occurred the martyrdom of Joseph and Hyrum, 
Mrs. Horne says, “ On the 28th day of June, I took my last 
look on earth of Joseph and Hyrum Smith! May I never 
experience another day similar to that. I do not wish to recall 
the scene. ” On the 9th of July was born her fifth son. In 
January, 1846, Mrs. Horne went into the Nauvoo Temple, 
receiving the ordinances of the House of the Lord, and assisted 
in administering to others. In February Mr. Horne closed 
his business and bade adieu to their home and camped with 
the Saints on Sugar Creek, Iowa. 

In March moved on to Garden Grove, and then to Mt. Pis- 
gah. Here, Mrs. Horne had born to her a daughter, born in 
a wagon. When the babe was three days old, Mrs. Horne 
started again on her way, arriving at Council Bluffs about the 
last of June, moving into a log cabin. Here she was so sick 
it was feared she would not recover. Elder Orson Pratt ad¬ 
ministered to her and prophesied she would do a good work 
in Israel. In June of the same year, she left with the first 
company across the plains that followed the pioneers to the 
valley of Salt Lake. That was indeed a remarkable journey 
and all those who traveled hither at that time deserve the title 
of pioneers. They opened the way and braved the perils of 



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the desert and the experience of living in this sterile land. 
They ploughed and planted and fought against the fearful 
odds of crickets, grasshoppers and death. The company in 
which Mrs. Horne traveled, arrived here October 6th, 1847, 
and as soon as the Fort was completed she moved into it, and 
lived in a log cabin two years, enduring all the exigencies in¬ 
cident to the settling of a new Indian country, among which 
were living on short rations, a part of which was roots and 
thistles. On the 16th of January, 1849, another daughter was 
added to the family. As soon as possible after arriving in a 
new and destitute country, Mr. and Mrs. Horne made them¬ 
selves a home in the Fourteenth Ward, which they still retain. 
“In speaking of her first knowledge of the order of celestial 
marriage, she says, she has had strong testimony for herself 
that it is of God. Mrs. Horne has borne herself nobly in all 
the different phases of plural domestic relations. M Mrs. 
Horne was a member of the Relief Society in Nauvoo, and in 
the first organization of the Fourteenth Ward in this city, was 
a counselor to President Phoebe W. Woodruff. 

In May, 1858, Mrs. Horne moved as far south as Parowan, 
her husband being called on a mission still further south, in 
“Dixie. ” Against every disadvantage, Mrs. Horne per¬ 
formed this journey of two hundred and fifty miles, this mother 
with her ten children, the youngest a babe of six months. In 
September their mission was fulfilled and Mrs. Horne returned 
home, Mr. Horne returning from his mission soon after. 
“December 12th, 1867, Mrs. Horne was chosen by Bishop A. 
Hoagland, of the Fourteenth Ward, to preside over the Relief 
Society in that ward. It was a great surprise to her, she was 
at that time very timid. 

Under the wise management of the President, the society 
increased in numbers, great good was accomplished in the 
relief of the poor and afflicted, and means multiplied in the 
Treasury. A two story brick building has been erected by the 
society, part of which is rented for a store, and the upper story 
used for meetings. The society also own a good granary and 
a quantity of wheat. Mrs. Horne’s success as a leader was so 



MARY ISABELLA HORNE. 


21 


apparent and her course so consistent, President Young had 
such confidence in her, he gave her a very important mission 
among the sisters; this was called Retrenchment. In due 
time a meeting was held in the Fifteententh Ward Schoolhouse, 
and from there adjourned to the Fourteenth Ward Assembly 
Rooms, and from that time until the present, Mrs. Horne has 
presided at these regular semi-monthly meetings of the Ladies’ 
General Retrenchment Associations. When President Young 
instructed Sister Eliza to go through the Territory and organ¬ 
ize the young ladies into associations for mutual improvement, 
Mrs. Horne was called to assist. She has organized many of 
the Young Ladies Associations, also Primary Associations. 
At the time of the passage of the Cullom Bill in January, 1876, 
a grand Mass Meeting was called to convene in the Old Tab¬ 
ernacle, Salt Lake City. Mrs. Horne took an active part in 
the proceedings, being one of the committee to draft resolu¬ 
tions. In February following, the bill was passed, granting 
suffrage to the women of Utah. Mrs. Horne was one of a 
committee of ladies who waited upon Governor S. A. Mann to 
express the gratitude of Mormon women for his signing of the 
document. December 1877, Mrs. Horne was chosen to preside 
over the Relief Societies of this stake of Zion. She was elect¬ 
ed a delegate from Salt Lake County, to the Territorial 
Convention held in this city, commencing October 9th, and 
was called upon to address them. Mrs. Horne was one of the 
committee appointed to wait upon the delegate nominated at 
the Convention, and inform him of the honor conferred upon 
him. 

When Mrs. Horne was sixty years of age, upon the demise 
of her daughter-in-law, Mrs. Lydia Weiler Horne, she took 
the babe six weeks old to raise. This after rearing a family, 
and seeing each take honored places in the world. 

Mrs. Horne has been an officer and worker in the silk indus¬ 
try from the beginning. At the organization of the board of 
officers for the Deseret Hospital, May 1882, Mrs. Horne was 
elected Chairman of the Executive Committee. 

November 20th, 1882, was the forty-sixth anniversary of 



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Mr. and Mrs. Horne’s wedding day. At the reception they 
held, an elegant photograph album was presented from lady 
friends, each of whom was to contribute her picture. Congrat¬ 
ulations from children, Mayor Jennings and Judge Miner, with 
loving and sincere good wishes from all, for the future, made 
this a day long to be remembered. ” 

I am indebted to the pen of Emmeline B. Wells, editor of 
the “Woman’s Exponent, ” for the points I have selected for 
this sketch, to whom the original referred me as possessing 
all I would wish to obtain. Perhaps, it would be no more 
than justice to the author, to quote also from the same source, 
the record her family have so far, made, thereby reflecting 
credit upon their noble parents. It will also give to the world 
the history in brief of one Mormon family, reared in the 
teachings, examples and associations of Mormonism, not 
omitting the system of celestial marriage. 

“ By their fruits ye shall know them. ” 

“Henry, the eldest son, was for eleven years Bishop inParis, 
Idaho, in 1880, moved to Arizona, to assist in colonizing there. 

“Joseph, when about twenty years of age, was called on a 
mission to Switzerland, where he obtained a thorough knowl¬ 
edge of the German language. Returned, and w T as for ten 
years Bishop of Gunnison, Sanpete Co., again called to Switz¬ 
erland to preside over the Swiss and German missions and 
edit the Stern. In 1878, he was called to the Bishopric in 
Richfield, Sevier Co., is also mayor of that city. 

“Richard is a teacher; was superintendent of Sunday-schools 
in Beaver, and has filled several home missions. 

“John, the youngest son, was the first President of the 
Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Association in the Four¬ 
teenth Ward. Her eldest daughter, Mrs. Elizabeth Webb, 
lives in Millard Co., a lady who might grace any society. 

“Nora married George, son of Orson Spencer, somewhat 
famous in Church history for his valuable writings and great 
missionary work-in America and Europe. 

“Julia married Wm. Burton, and died one year after mar¬ 
riage, leaving a baby daughter. She was the first President 



MARY ISABELLA HORNE. 


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of the Young Ladies^Mutual Improvement Associaton of the 
Fourteenth Ward. 

“Cornelia was later made the President. Miss Cornelia 
was also for three or four years business manager of the 
Woman's Exponent. She is the wife of James Clayton. 

“ Minnie, her twin sister, was for several years Secretary of 
the Young Ladies Mutual Improvement Association and the 
Sunday-school. Since her marriage with Wm. James, she is 
President of the Seventh Ward Primary Association. 

“Mattie is a counselor to the President of all the Young 
Ladies Mutual Improvement Associations of the Church. 
When the Woman's Exponent was first published, Miss Mattie 
was the first girl to go into the printing office and learn type 
setting. 

“ Clara, the youngest, is accomplished, gifted spiritually, 
and an active worker. As her mother is often called from 
home by public duties, the charge of the home rests much of 
the time with her, a position she fills with dignity and ability /' 

Three babes died in infancy. And the mother of these 
children now honored among men and women, drove team 
hundreds of miles, not one journey, but many, and nearly 
always with a babe in her arms. 

Besting now in the afternoon of life with comforts, honors 
and love surrounding her, Mrs. Horne must look back with 
satisfaction and gratitude upon her life. A few years ago, 
when I, a timid Secretary of the Fourteenth Ward Meetings, 
used to steal a look at her noble face, I used mentally to com¬ 
pare it to that of Washington, and I think still I was not 
mistaken; we, to-day, are struggling for “liberty to worship 
God according to the dictates of our own consciences, " and 
the spirit of such as he and his co-laborers are with us and are 
ours, to counsel and to lead, through difficulties unto victory. 



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REPRESENTATIVE WOMEN OF DESERET. 


SARAH M, KIMBALL; 

Secretary of the L. D. S. Women’s Organizations. 

‘ ‘ I am the daughter of Oliver Granger and Lydia Dibble 
Granger, was born December 29th, 1818, in the town of Phelps, 
Ontario Co., New York. Of my parents, eight children, only 
myself and two younger brothers, Lafayette and Farley, re¬ 
main. My father, Oliver Granger,thad an interesting experi¬ 
ence in connection with the coming forth of the Book of 
Mormon. He obtained the book a few months after its publi¬ 
cation, and while in the city of New York, at Prof. Mott’s Eye 
Infirmary he had a ‘ heavenly vision.’ My father was told of 
a personage who said his name was Moroni, that the Book of 
Mormon, about which his mind was exercised, was a true 
record of great worth, and Moroni instructed him (my father) 
to testify of its truth and that he should hereafter be ordained 
to preach the everlasting Gospel to the children of men. 
Moroni instructed my father to kneel and pray; Moroni and 
another personage knelt with him by the bedside. Moroni 
repeated words and instructed my father to repeat them after 
him. Moroni then stepped behind my father, who was still 
kneeling, and drew his finger over the three back seams of 
my father’s coat, (which my father felt very perceptibly) and 
said, ‘ A time will come when the Saints will wear garments 
made without seams.’ Moroni told my father that he might 
ask for what he most desired and it would be granted. He 
asked for an evidence by which he might know when he was 
approved of God. The evidence or sign was given, and re¬ 
mained with him until his dying hour, being more particularly 
manifest when engaged in prayer and meditation I love the 
memory of my father. He died in Kirtland, Ohio, August 
1843, aged forty-seven. 



SARAII M. KIMBALL. 


25 


I was married in Kirtland, Orange Co., Ohio, by Warren 
Cowdery, Esq., September 23rd, 1840, to Hiram Kimball, 
eldest son of Phineas and Abigail Kimball, of West Fairley, 
Orange Co., Vermont. My parents had previously spent a 
year in Nauvoo, Hancock Co., Ill.; their present stay in Ohio 
was considered only temporary; my father sickened and died 
there the next year. I returned with my husband to his 
home in Nauvoo, Ill., three weeks after my marriage. We 
boarded six months in the family of Dr. Frederick Williams, 
then went to housekeeping. My eldest son was born in Nau¬ 
voo, November 22nd, 1841; when the babe was three days 
old a little incident occurred which I will mention. The walls 
of the Nauvoo Temple were about three feet above the founda¬ 
tion. The Church was in need of help to assist in raising the 
Temple walls. I belonged to the Church of Jesus Christ of 
Latter-Day Saints; my husband did not belong to the Church 
at that time. I wished to help on the Temple, but did not 
like to ask my husband (who owned considerable property) to 
help for my sake. My husband came to my bedside, and as 
he was admiring our three days’ old darling, I said, “ What is 
the boy worth?” He replied, “0, I don’t know, he is worth 
a great deal.” I said, “Is he worth a thousand dollars?” 
The reply was, “Yes, more than that if he lives and does 
well.” I said, “Half of him is mine, is it not?” “Yes, I 
suppose so. ” “Then I have something to help on the Tem¬ 
ple.” He said pleasantly, “Youhave?” “Yes, and I think of 
turning my share right in as tithing.” “Well, I’ll see about 
that. ” Soon after the above conversation Mr. Kimball met 
the Prophet Joseph Smith, President of the Church, and said, 
“ Sarah has got a little the advantage of me this time, she 
proposes to turn out the boy as Church property. ” President 
Smith seemed pleased with the joke, and said, “ I accept all 
such donations, and from this day the boy shall stand record¬ 
ed, Church property. ” Then turning to Willard Kichards, 
his secretary, he said, “Make a record of this, and you are my 
witness.” Joseph Smith then said, “Major, (Mr. Kimball 

was major in the Nauvoo Legion) you now have the privilege 
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of paying $500 and retaining possession, or receiving $500 and 
giving possession. ” Mr. Kimball asked if city property was 
good currency, President Smith replied that it was. Then 
said Mr. Kimball, “ How will that reserve block north of the 
Temple suit? ” President Smith replied, “It is just what we 
want. ” The deed was soon made out and tranferred in due 
form. President Smith said to me, “You have consecrated 
your first born son, for this you are blessed of the Lord. I 
bless you in the name of the Lord God of Abraham, of Isaac 
and of Jacob. And I seal upon you all the blessings that per¬ 
tain to the faithful. Your name shall be handed down in 
honorable remembrance from generation to generation. 

“ Your son shall live and be a blessing to you in time, and 
an honor and glory to you throughout the endless eternities 
(changes) to come. He shall be girded about with righteous¬ 
ness and bear the helmet and the breast-plate of war. You 
shall be a blessing to your companion, and the honored moth¬ 
er of a noble posterity. You shall stand as a savior to your 
father’s house, and receive an everlasting salvation, which I 
seal upon you by the gift of revelation and by virtue and au¬ 
thority of the holy priesthood vested in me, in the name of 
Jesus Christ. ” 

“Early in the year 1842, Joseph Smith taught me the principle 
of marriage for eternity, and the doctrine of plural marriage. 
He said that in teaching this he realized that he jeopardized 
his life; but God had revealed it to him many years before as 
a privilege with blessings, now God had revealed it again and 
instructed him to teach it with commandment, as the Church 
could travel (progress) no further without the introduction of 
this principle. I asked him to teach it to some one else. He 
looked at me reprovingly, and said, ‘ Will you tell me who to 
teach it to ? God required me to teach it to you, and leave 
you with the responsibility of believing or disbelieving. ’ He 
said, ‘ I will not cease to pray for you, and if you will seek 
unto God in prayer you will not be led into temptation.’ ” 

“In the summer of 1843, a maiden lady (Miss Cook) was 
seamstress for me, and the subject of combining our efforts for 



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assisting the Temple hands came up in conversation. She 
desired to he helpful but had no means to furnish. I told her 
I would furnish material if she would make some shirts for 
the workmen. It was then suggested that some of our neigh¬ 
bors might wish to combine means and efforts with ours, and 
we decided to invite a few to come and consult with us on the 
subject of forming a Ladies’ Society. The neighboring sisters 
met in my parlor and decided to organize. I was delegated to 
call on Sister Eliza It. Snow and ask her to write for us a 
constitution and by-laws, and submit them to President Joseph 
Smith prior to our next Thursday’s meeting. She cheerfully 
responded, and when she read them to him he replied that 
the constitution and by-laws were the the best he had ever 
seen. ‘ But, ’ he said, ‘ this is not what you want. Tell the 
sisters their offering is accepted of the Lord, and He has 
something better for them than a written constitution. I in¬ 
vite them all to meet me and a few of the brethren in the 
Masonic Hall over my store next Thursday afternoon, and I 
will organize the sisters under the priesthood after the pattern 
of the priesthood. ’ He further said, ‘ The Church was 
never perfectly organized until the women were thus organ¬ 
ized.’” He wished to have Sister Emma Smith elected to 
preside in fulfillment of the revelation which called her an 
Elect Lady. 

‘Tn the wanderings and persecutions of the Church I have 
participated, and in the blessings, endowments and holy an- 
nointings and precious promises I have also received. To 
sorrow I have not been a stranger; but I only write this shor^ 
sketch to instruct and happify, so I will skip to Salt Lake 
City, September, 1851, with my two sons, Hiram and Oliver, 
my widowed mother, Lydia Dibble Granger, Anna Robbins, 
a girl that lived with me nine years and married my youngest 
brother, and my two brothers, Lafayette and Farley B. 
Granger. My husband was detained in New York City, and 
had become financially much embarrassed. The next year 
he came to me financially ruined and broken in health. I 
engaged in school teaching in the Fourteenth Ward to sustain 



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and educate my family. My salary was only $25.00 per month, 
but that was much to us at that time. 

‘ 'April 1st, 1854, my youngest son was born. I discontinued 
school three months, then opened school in my home. I 
taught eight years. I should have stated that on arriving 
here I sold our fitout (team, etc.) for a comfortable little 
home, this I have always considered providential. The Indian 
agent gave me a nine-year-old wild Indian girl, whom I edu¬ 
cated and raised. She died at nineteen. I named her Kate. 

“My mother who had lived with me twenty years, died in 
1861, aged seventy-three. My husband was drowned March 
1st, 1863, in the Pacific Ocean by the wreck of the steamer, 
Ada Hancock , off the coast of San Pedro, on his way to the 
Sandwich Islands; aged sixty-two. 

“I was elected President of the Fifteenth Ward Relief So¬ 
ciety February 7th, 1857. In December, 1865, a little girl was 
brought to me whom I adopted. 

“ November 13th, 1868, a silver trowel and mallet were 
furnished me and assisted by a Master Mason, and surrounded 
by an assemblage of people, I had the honor of laying the 
corner stone of the first Relief Society building erected in this 
dispensation. ” 

Sister Sarah M. Kimball possesses a tall, commanding 
figure, a face of remarkable dignity and sincerity in expression. 
Her manner of speaking is original in its strength of reason, 
rare in its eloquence, precise and delicate in selection of words 
and tone of voice. A phrenologist once said of her, that “if 
she were seated in a railway carriage with parties on one hand 
discussing fashions, and politics to be heard on the other, she 
would turn to the discussion on politics. ” A statesman, a 
philanthropist, a missionary, in her very nature, she is none 
the less the noble mother and true, fond friend, to those who 
have known her longest and best. 



PRESCENDIA L. KIMBALL. 


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FRESCENEIA L, KIMBALL, 

In attempting a brief sketch of this noble woman’s life, it is 
not necessary for me to state in regard to her ancestry, more 
than to say she is the elder sister of Mrs. Zina D. Young, the 
same genealogical references will suffice for both. 

“ Prescendia Lathrop Huntington was the fourth child of her 
parents, and was born in Watertown, Jefferson County, New 
York, September 10th, 1810. Mrs. Kimball is said to be the 
exact counterpart of the Eliza Huntington whose likeness is 
in the book, the record of the Huntingtons, as a type of the 
race. Sister Prescindia is a woman to see once, is to remember 
always. She reminds one of the dames of olden times, large, 
tall, grand and majestic in figure, dignified in manner, yet 
withal so womanly and sympathetic that she seems the em¬ 
bodiment of the motherly element to a degree that would 
embrace all who came under her influence. ” 

“Prescendia Huntington was married at the age of seventeen 
to Mr. Norman Buell. Their first child, George, was born in 
Mannsville, December 12th, 1823. Soon after they moved to 
Pinbury, Lewis County, where they made a comfortable 
# home. Here their second son was born, December 25th, 1831, 
and in November 1833, by an accident was so severely burned 
that he died. In 1835, her mother came to visit her, and 
brought her the first intelligence of the Prophet Joseph and 
the record from the hill Cumorah. They sold their property 
the following winter and by spring reached Kirtland, Ohio. 
June 1st, 1836, Sister Prescendia was baptized and confirmed 
by Oliver Cowdery, and on the 9th her husband received the 
same ordinance. April 24th, 1838, her first daughter was born 
in a tumble-down dwelling on the Fishing River, Clay County, 
Mo., but lived only four hours. Here on two occasions she 



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without protection, encountered an armed mob, but was saved 
from their hatred; they left her. Her husband had by this 
time apostatized. The Huntingtons were obliged to leave Far 
West at the time of the driving of the Saints from Missouri in 
the spring of 1839, and Sister Prescendia felt entirely alone 
and forsaken. She says, ‘ there was not at this time, one 
Saint in Missouri, to my knowledge. 9 About this time was 
born her son Oliver, just after the dreadful outrages perpetrat¬ 
ed against the Saints in Missouri. In the fall of 1840 Mrs. 
Buell moved from Missouri and settled between Quincy and 
Nauvoo. During the ensuing five or six years she made fre¬ 
quent visits to the Saints, among others the families of Joseph 
and Hyrum, and Father and Mother Smith. Joseph himself 
taught her the principle of plural marriage. The sisters who 
had entered into these covenants were in one sense separate 
and apart from all others. No tongue can describe, or pen por¬ 
tray the peculiar situation of these noble, self-sacraficing 
women, who through the providence of God helped to estab¬ 
lish the principle of celestial marriage The crisis came when 
the Prophet and Patriarch were foully murdered. 

“ The time came for the performances of the ordinances in 
the Temple at Nauvoo. Sister Prescendia availed herself of 
the privilege to go and receive her blessinge. Hereafter we 
recognize her as the wife of the Apostle, Heber C. Kimball. 
The next great event in the history of this people was the 
exodus from Nauvoo. The Saints had nearly all left for the 
West; Sister Prescendia felt as if she were at the mercy of 
the mob, and indeed, plans were laid to destroy her. As if 
in answer to her prayers, her brother, William, sent her a 
messenger telling her to leave all and come. On the 2nd of 
May, 1846, she walked out of her house leaving all behind 
her, taking her little boy who was sick and not able to be up 
but she was flying for her life. With the help of her son, 
George, she got away. She traveled all night, and reached a 
friend, Dr. Spurgeon, by daybreak. Took some refreshment 
and went into the woods with her little boy, staying all day, 
fasting and praying for deliverance. She says: ‘ I picked 



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flowers for him and gave him water from the running stream. 
At night I went back to the doctor’s, sleeping with my sick 
boy on a little bed on the floor. Next day I hid in a wagon. 
When we arrived at Nashville, I saw a man whom I knew, 
looking for me. I learned afterward he intended taking my 
child from me. My brother, Dimick, sent his sons to see me 
safely out of Illinois. I stayed in a deep ravine while some 
things were brought to me, and slept on a buffalo robe on the 
ground at night with my little child. No tongue can tell my 
feelings in those days of trial; but I had considered well, and 
felt I would rather suffer and die with the Saints, than live in 
Babylon as I had lh r ed before. We arrived at Bonaparte. 
The excitement and exposure brought on fever and I was very 
ill. We at last arrived atMt. Pisgah; there I found my fath¬ 
er, my sister, Zina, and her children. They were in a log 
house without chimney or floor; sickness prevailed. Very 
soon men were sent by the Government to get volunteers to 
march to Mexico; to fight for a Government that had suffered 
us to be driven out at the point of the bayonet. * * I saw 
the five hundred men enrolled as volunteers to take up the 
line of march to Mexico. My brother, Dimick, brave-hearted 
and strong, with his family, among the number. His wife, 
Fanny, had a daughter born under most trying and painful 
circumstances. I was left behind at what was then called 
Cutler’s Park. My father and Zina were at Mt. Pisgah. My 
brother, Dimick, in Mexico, my brother, William, in St. Louis, 
my brother, Oliver, on a mission in Europe; then came the 
news that my father had died at Pisgah; my friend, my coun» 
selor, my own dear parent, to whom I had looked for counsel 
for the future that stretched out before me like a great, un¬ 
known desert, unrelieved and barren. I had only my Heavenly 
Father left, and I reached out in faith to the One above to open 
the heavens for me and aid me in my loneliness. I was in a 
new, wild country without means. Joseph and Henry Wood- 
mansee wanted me to keep house for them. As soon as I was 
settled their father wrote for them, and I was left in charge 
of their house. I started a school which w T as a great blessing 



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to the children. The house was built of logs and covered with 
dirt and straw, with a little straw upon the floor. ’ 

“ Here Sister Prescendia toiled with scanty fare, teaching 
the children, and when school was closed for the night her 
voice would leave her, from weakness, but she loved the 
children and gained their affection. It was an ague country, 
provisions were scarce, lack of vegetables and fruit caused 
sickness. After a painful and dangerous illness, Sister Pres¬ 
cendia recovered her health About this time three brethren 
who went with the Mormon Batallion, came back to Winter 
Quarters, having been sent on special business from Pueblo. 
Says Sister Prescendia, ‘ I never saw such a pitiful sight before 
as these poor, worn-out travelers presented. Their clothing 
hung in rags, their faces burned, and with sun and snow they 
were nearly blind. Their feet were wrapped in rawhide from 
the buffalo. I sat and heard them tell how fearfully they had 
suffered crossing the prairies in the dead of winter, and all 
this in defence of a Government that had driven us defenceless 
women and children into a strange wilderness. I could not 
refrain from weeping when I looked upon these my brethren 
and realized how they had suffered. ’ 

4 ‘ Early in the spring a few pioneers left to search out a 
haven of refuge for the Saints. The sisters left almost alone, 
lived near to God. They used often to meet together and 
pray. The gifts of tongues, interpretation and prophecy were 
given them at this time for their consolation. In May, 1846, 
Sister Prescendia and her little son, Oliver, left Winter 
Quarters. She, like many others, had to drive team, yoke 
cattle, &c., though in delicate health. She arrived in Salt 
Lake Valley September 22nd, and moved into the old Fort. 
January 6th, 1848, Sister Prescendia had born to her a daugh¬ 
ter. The baby was a great comfort to the lonely mother who 
had left her home and come thousands of miles away. No 
daughter was ever more fondly loved than this little one. 

“ She was named Prescendia Celestia, and was rightly 
named Celestia, for she was more like a celestial being than a 
mortal one. President Young once asked her name ; quick as 



PRESCENDIA L. KIMBALL. 


thought, he said, ‘ Celestial Prescendia. ’ Coming here as the 
Saints did provided with only the barest necessities, there was 
much privation to contend against. The families of Brigham 
and Heber shared in these respects equally with the others. 
When Sister Prescendia’s babe was quite small, she had to 
put up an umbrella over them in bed to protect them from the 
rain. Sister Prescendia was patient and thanked her Father 
in heaven that he had permitted her to gather to the Rocky 
Mountains, and also that she had been permitted to become a 
mother under the new and everlasting covenant of marriage.” 
Nothing could be more affecting than her story of the loss of 
this lovely child. She dressed her for a visit, and gave her in 
charge of her brother, while she finished her preparations. 
He took her to the family of President Young, and as they 
were seated at table, each gave her a kiss, admiring her beau¬ 
ty, President Young last. 

“Returning to the mother, he sat her down a moment to cut 
a willow from the water’s edge, and turning to her—she was 
gone. The sweet face, that going out smiled such a tender 
good-bye, was brought in cold in death. Vilate, the first wife 
of Heber, said, “The flower of the flock is gone.” Years 
have passed since then, but the beauty of that little face is 
undimmed in her mother’s memory. ” 

Sister Prescendia was for fifteen years secretary of the Six¬ 
teenth Ward Relief Society. 

Sister Prescendia’s labors have been in the House of the 
Lord, and annointing and administering to the sick. Hundreds 
have asked for her presence at their bedside—the name, 
Prescendia—has been almost like that sweet word, mother. I 
reflect upon the lonely, trial path that she has trod, the wounds 
her heart has borne; and listening to the tender pathos of her 
voice, the sublimity of her words; the nobility of her life 
commanding my love and reverence. 

If I could choose the picture which should be historical, it 
should be as I have seen her; standing, her grand figure be¬ 
comingly wrapped in a large, circular cloak, a handsome, 
large black bonnet shielding her venerable and beloved face 



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from the falling flakes of snow. Looking upon her I thought 
her the very picture of a Puritan exile, a revolutionary ancest¬ 
ress, and a Latter-Day Saint veteran and pioneer. I shall 
always remember her thus, it is an ineffacable picture in my 
memory. 

Since writing the above, the following appears in the Deser¬ 
et News of September 11th: 


“ Manifestation of Respect. 


11 Yesterday being the anniversary of the birthday of Sister 
Prescendia L. Kimball, a party of ladies numbering about 
thirty, of her personal friends, mostly of very long standing, 
assembled at her residence. A lunch was partaken of about 
noon, and subsequently the gathering took the form of a meet¬ 
ing, at which ail present expressed themselves appropriately 
to the occasion. The sisters also presented the venerable and 
respected lady, a handsome black satin cloak, trimmed with 
fur and lined with crimson plush, for winter wear. We are 
pleased to be able to state that Sister Kimball’s health has 
considerably improved during the last few days. ” 




PIICEBE W. CARTER WOODRUFF. 


35 


PHlEBE ¥, CARTER WOODRUFF, 

Wife of Wilford Woodruff, President of the Twelve 

Apostles, of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter- 
Day Saints. 

“ I, Phoebe W. Carter, wife of Apostle Wilford vVoodrufF, 
was born in Scarboro, in the State of Maine, March 8th, 1807. 
My father was of English descent, coming to America at 
about the close of the seventeenth century. My mother, 
Sarah Fabyan, was also of England, and of the third genera¬ 
tion from England. The name of Fabyan is ancient, and of a 
noble family. My father’s family, also, much of the old 
Puritan stamp. 

“In the year 1834, I embraced the Gospel, as revealed 
through the Prophet Joseph Smith, and, about a year after, 
I left my parents and kindred, and journeyed to Kirtland, 
Ohio, a distance of one thousand miles, a lone maid, sustained 
only by my faith and trust in Israel’s God. My friends mar¬ 
velled at my course, as did I, but something within impelled 
me on. My mother’s grief at my leaving home was almost 
more than I could bear; and had it not been for the spirit 
within I should have faltered at the last. My mother told me 
she would rather see me buried than going thus alone into the 
heartless world, and especially was she concerned about my 
leaving home to cast my lot among the Mormons. ‘ Phoebe, ’ 
she said, impressively, ‘ will you come back to me if you find 
Mormonism false? ’ I answered thrice, ‘Yes, mother, I will.’ 
These were my words well remembered to this day; she 
knew I would keep my promise. My answer relieved her 
trouble; but it cost us all much sorrow to part. When the 
time came for my departure I dared not trust myself to say 



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farewell, so I wrote my good-bye to each, and leaving them 
on my table, ran down stairs and jumped into the carriage. 
Thus I left my beloved home of childhood to link my life 
with the Saints of God.’ 

“ When I arrived in Kirtland I became acquainted with the 
Prophet Joseph Smith, and received more evidence of his 
divine mission. There in Kirtland I formed the acquaintance 
of Elder Wilford Woodruff, to whom I was married in 1836. 
With him I went to the ‘Islands of the Sea’ and to England, 
on misisons. Here I will bear my testimony to the power of 
God which I have often seen manifested among the Latter- 
Day Saints. The following is one notable instance: 

“When the Saints were settling Nauvoo, the unhealthy la¬ 
bor of breaking new land on the banks of the Mississippi for 
the founding of the city, invited pestilence. Nearly everyone 
was attacked with fever and ague. The Prophet had the sick 
borne into his house and dooryard until the place was like a 
hospital. At length even he succumbed to the deadly con¬ 
tagion and for several days was as helpless as the rest of our 
people, who were all nearly exhausted by their extermination 
from Missouri. But the spirit of the Lord came down upon 
Joseph, commanding him to arise and stay the pestilence. 
The Prophet arose from his bed and the power of God rested 
upon him. He commenced in his own house and dooryard, 
commanding the sick in the name of Jesus Christ to arise and 
be made whole; and they were healed according to his word. 
He then continued to travel from house to house, and from 
tent to tent, upon the bank of the river, healing the sick as he 
went, until he arrived at the upper stone house, w T here he 
crossed the river in a boat accompanied by several of the 
Quorum of the Twelve, whom he had bade to follow him, and 
landed in Montrose. He walked into the cabin of Brigham 
Young, who was lying sick, and commanded him in the name 
of Jesus Christ to arise and be made whole, and follow him, 
which he did. They came to our house next, and Joseph 
bade Mr. Woodruff, also, to follow, and then they went to the 
house of Brother Elijah Fordham, who was supposed by his 



PHCEBE W. CARTER WOODRUFF. 


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family and friends to have been dying, for two weeks. The 
Prophet stepped to his bedside, took him by the hand, and 
commanded him in the name of Jesus Christ to arise from his 
bed and be made whole. His voice, Joseph Smith’s, was as 
the voice of God. Brother Fordham instantly leaped from 
his bed, called for his clothing and dressed himself, and fol¬ 
lowed the Apostles into the street. They then went into the 
house of Joseph B. Nobles, who lay very sick, and he was 
healed in like manner. And when by the power of God 
granted unto him, Joseph had healed all the sick, he recrossed 
the river and returned to his own house. Thousands of wit¬ 
nesses bear testimony of the miracle. It was a day never to be 
forgotten. Hearing of the case of Brother Fordham, whom I 
with the rest had believed to be dying, I thought I would go 
and see with my own eyes. I found him very happy, sitting 
in his chair. He told me he had been out to work in his 
garden. This was only a few hours after the miracle. From 
that day I never doubted that this was the work of God. 

“ It will be expected that I should say something on polyg¬ 
amy. I have this to say. When the principle of plural 
marriage was first taught, I thought it was the most wicked 
thing I ever heard of; consequently I opposed it to the best 
of my ability, until I became sick and wretched. As soon, 
however, as I became convinced that it originated as a revela¬ 
tion from God through Joseph, knowing him to be a prophet, 
I wrestled with my Heavenly Father in fervent prayer, to be 
guided aright at that all-important moment of my life. The 
answer came. Peace was given to my mind. I knew it was 
the will of God; and from that time to the present I have 
sought to faithfully honor the patriarchal law. 

“ Of Joseph, my testimony is that he was one of the greatest 
prophets the Lord ever called, that he lived for the redemp¬ 
tion of mankind and died a martyr for the truth. The love of 
the Saints for him will never die. 

“It was after the martyrdom of Joseph that I accompanied 
my husband to England in 1845. On our return the advance 
companies of the Saints had left Nauvoo under President 



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Young and others of the Twelve. We followed immediately 
and journeyed to Winter Quarters. The next year my husband 
went with the pioneers to the mountains while the care of the 
family rested on me. After his return and the re-organization 
of the First Presidency, I accompanied my husband on his 
mission to the Eastern States. In 1850 we arrived in the 
Valley and since that time Salt Lake City has been my home. 

“ Of my husband, I can truly say I have found him a worthy 
man with scarcely his superior On earth. He has built up a 
branch of the Church wherever he has labored. He has been 
faithful to God and his family, every day of his life. My re¬ 
spect for him has increased with our years, and my desire for 
an eternal union with him will be the last wish of my mortal 
life. 77 

At the first organization of the Relief Society in the Four- 
teeth Ward, in the spring of 1857, Mrs. Woodruff was chosen 
by Bishop A. Hoaglandas President, which position she held 
until by the “move” south, the society was discontinued- 
After their return she was invited to resume her position, but 
so much of the family care and management of business de¬ 
volved upon her as her husband’s faithful partner, that she 
felt she could not do justice to that object, and Bishop Hoag- 
land asked her to nominate her successor. She chose her 
first counselor, Mary Isabella Horne. Mrs. Woodruff is also 
one of the presiding boaid of six, over the General Retrench¬ 
ment Meetings, held semi-monthly in the Fourteenth Ward. 
In May, 1882, Mrs. Woodruff was elected one of the Executive 
Board of the Deseret Hospital. She often accompanies Apostle 
Wilford Woodruff on his visits among the settlements, holding 
meetings with the sisters, who look upon her as one of the 
wisest women in the knowledge of the Scriptures and in her 
counsels among her sisters in the Church. The record of her 
life and labors would make a deeply interesting volume which 
could not fail to inspire the youth of Zion with a desire to 
emulate her worthy example, and the hearts of older ones 
with admiration and reverence. The eighteen years of our 
acquaintance have served to strengthen and beautify my 



PEKEBE W. CARTER WOODRUFF. 


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friendship for Phoebe W. Woodruff, as wife, mother and 
Saint. It seems but fitting, to record here that the mother 
and father of Sister Woodruff were baptized by Apostle Wil- 
ford Woodruff. Thus ended all the fears of the Puritan 
mother. 

Quoting an historian of note (himself an occupant of part 
of the Woodruff residence for a long period): “ Sister Phoebe 
W. Woodruff is one of the noblest examples of her sex,— 
truly a mother in Israel; and in her strength of character, 
consistency and devotion, she has but few peers in the 
Church. ” 




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HATH SHEBA ¥, SMITH, 

Wife of Apostle George A. Smith, of Revered Memory, 

WHO WAS ONE OF THE FlRST PRESIDENCY OF THE CHURCH 

of Latter-Day Saints. 

Bathsheba W. Smith is the daughter of Mark and Susannah 
Bigler, and was born at Shirnsten, Harrison Co., West Vir¬ 
ginia, on May 3rd, 1822. Her father was from Pennsylvania, 
her mother from Maryland. The school facilities in her vi¬ 
cinity were limited. The county of Harrison was hilly, and 
the roads of primitive character; the mode of travel was 
chiefly on horseback riding, in which few could excel her. 

In her girlhood she was religiously inclined, loved virtue, 
honesty, truthfulness and integrity; attended secret prayers, 
studied to be cheerful, industrious and happy, and was always 
opposed to rudeness. 

During her fifteenth year some Latter-Day Saints visited 
the neighborhood, she heard them preach and believed what 
they taught. She knew by the spirit of the Lord, in answer 
to her prayer, that Joseph Smith was a prophet of the Lord, 
and that the Book of Mormon was a divine record. On the 
21st of August, 1837, Bathsheba W. Bigler was baptized into 
the Church of Jesus Christ, and the most of her father’s family 
also, about the same time. They soon felt a desire to gather 
with the rest of the Saints in Missouri, her sister, Nancy, and 
family sold their property, intending to go in the fall, and 
Bathsheba was very anxious to go with them. Her father 
having not yet sold out his property, she was told she could 
not go. This caused her to retire very early, feeling very 
sorrowful. While weeping, a voice said to her, “ Weep not, 
you will go this fall.” She was comforted and perfectly sat- 





BATHSIIEBA W. SMITH. 


41 


isfied, and the next morning testified to what the voice had 
said to her. 

Soon after, her father sold his home and they all went to 
Missouri, to her great joy, but on their arrival there found 
the State preparing to war against the Saints. A few nights 
before they reached Far West, they camped with a company 
of eastern Saints, but separated on account of each company 
choosing different ferries. The company Sister Bathsheba 
and her family were in, arrived safely at their destination, 
but the others were overtaken by an armed mob; seventeen 
were killed, others were wounded, and some maimed for life. 
In a few days after their arrival there was a battle between 
the Saints and the mob, in which David W. Patten (one of 
the first Twelve Apostles,) was wounded, and he was brought 
to the house where they were stopping. Sister Bathsheba 
witnessed his death a few days after, and saw thousands of 
mobbers arrayed against the Saints, and heard their dreadful 
threats and savage yells, when our Prophet Joseph and his 
brethren were taken into their camp. The Prophet, Patriarch 
and many others were taken to prison; and the Saints had to 
leave the State. In the spring they had the joy of having the 
prophet and his brethren restored to them at Quincy, Illinois. 

In the spring of 1840, the family of Sister Bathsheba moved 
to Nauvoo, where she had many opportunities of hearing the 
Prophet Joseph preach, and tried to profit by his instructions, 
and also received many testimonies of the truths which he 
taught. 

On the 25th of July, 1841, Bathsheba W. Bigler was married 
to George A. Smith, the then youngest member of the Twelve 
Apostles, Elder Don Carlos Smith (brother of the prophet) 
officiating. George A. Smith was own cousin to the Prophet 
Joseph. When Sister Bathsheba first became acquainted 
with George A. Smith he was the junior member of the First 
Quorum of Seventies. On the 26th of June, 1838, he was or¬ 
dained a member of the High Council of Adam Ondi Ahman, 
in Davis County, Missouri. Just about the break of day on 
the 26th of April, 1834, while kneeling on the corner stone of the 
6 



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foundation of the Lord’s House at Far West, Caldwell County, 
Missouri, he was ordained one of the Twelve Apostles, and 
from thence started on a mission to Europe, from which he 
returned ten days previous to their marriage. 

As the 4th of July, 1842, came on the Sabbath day, they 
celebrated the anniversary on Monday the 5th. There was a 
military display of the Na^voo Legion, and a sham battle 
fought. George A. Smith was in the general’s staff in the 
uniform of a chaplain. Sister Bathsheba watched the pro¬ 
ceedings with great interest. On the 7th of July a son was 
born to them; they named him George Albert. Two months 
after, George A., as the Saints loved to call him, went on a 
mission to the Eastern States. On his previous mission (to 
England,) he injured his left lung, causing hemmorhage. In 
the fall of 1843, George A. and Bathsheba received their en¬ 
dowments and were united under the holy order of celestial 
marriage. Sister Bathsheba heard the Prophet Joseph charge 
the Twelve with the duty and responsibility of the ordinances 
of endowments and sealing, for the living and the dead. 
Sister Bathsheba met many times with her husband, Joseph 
and others who had received their endowments, in an upper 
room dedicated for the purpose, and prayed with them repeat¬ 
edly in those meetings. In the spring of 1844, Mr. Smith 
went on another mission, and soon after he left persecution 
began in the city of Nauvoo which ended in the martyrdom of 
our beloved prophet and patriarch. Mr. Smith returned about 
the 1st of August, and on the 14th a daughter was born, and 
they named her Bathsheba. 

Having become thoroughly convinced that the doctrine of 
plurality of wives was from God, and firmly believing that she 
should participate with him in all his blessings, glory and 
honor, Sister Bathsheba gave to her husband different wives 
during the year of his return home. She says of this ; “ Being 
proud of my husband and loving him very much, knowing 
him to be a man of God, and having a testimony that what I 
had done was acceptible to my Father in heaven, I was as 
happy as I knew how to be. ” 



BATH SHE BA W. SMITH. 


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It would be in vain to describe how they traveled through 
snow, wind and rain, how roads had to be made, bridges built 
and rafts constructed, how our poor animals had to drag on 
day after day with scanty food; nor how we suffered from 
poverty, sickness and deaths, but the Lord was with us, His 
power was made manifest daily. Quoting from her, “My 
dear mother died on the 11th of March, 1844, and on the 4th 
of April I had a son born who lived but four hours. ” They 
arrived in Salt Lake Valley (now city) in October, 1849, after 
traveling over sterile deserts and plains, over high mountains 
and through deep canyons, ferrying some streams and fording 
others, but all was joy now. Sister Bathsheba went to her 
sister’s house, ^nd 0, how delightful it did seem to be once 
more in a comfortable room with a blazing fire on the hearth, 
where the mountain’s rude blasts nor the desert’s wild winds 
could not reach them. 

In March, 1850, Sister Bathsheba moved into their own 
house. In December, 1850, George A. Smith was called to go 
south to found a settlement in Little Salt Lake Valley, two 
hundred and fifty miles from home. In 1851, he returned, 
having been elected a member of the Legislature from Iron 
Co. In 1856, he was sent to Washington to ask for the ad¬ 
mission of Utah as a State. In May, 1857, he returned to 
Utah. In 1858, they went south, bidding farewell to their 
home, feeling as they did on leaving Nauvoo; that they should 
never see it again, fleeing as they were, before the approach- 
ing army. 

However, President Buchanan sent out his Peace Commis¬ 
sioners who brought his Proclamation, declaring a general 
amnesty to all offenders. Peace being restored, they returned 
to Salt Lake City in July, having been gone three months. 
When they entered the city it was almost sundown; all was 
quiet, every door was boarded up. From only two or three 
chimneys smoke was rising. How still and lonely, yet the 
breath of peace wafted over the silent city, and it was home! 
They had left a partly finished house, and resuming work upon 
it, by October it was finished. Sister Bathsheba says : 4 ‘It 



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was so comfortable and we were so happy! We had plenty of 
room. My son and daughter took great pleasure in having 
their associates come and visit them frequently. They would 
have a room full of company, and would engage in reading 
useful books, singing, playing music, dancing, &c. My son 
played the flute, flutina and was a good drummer. My son 
and daughter were good singers, they made our home joyous 
with song and jest. ” In 1860, this son was sent on a mission 
to the Moquois Indians. He was interested in this and apt in 
learning the language. After being set apart by the authorities 
for that mission, he started on the 4th of September, and had 
traveled about seven hundred miles, when on the 2nd of No¬ 
vember he was killed by Navajo Indians. On the 3rd of 
January the daughter was married. 

In 1873, Sister Bathsheba made a tour with her husband 
and President Young and party, to the Colorado and up the 
Rio Virgen as far as Shonesberg. In 1872, they made another 
tour with President Young and party, visiting at St. George, 
Virgen City, Long Valley and Kanab. In 1873, went again 
with her husband, President Young and company and spent 
the winter in St. George, going by way of San Pete and Sevier 
counties. During this journey Sister Bathsheba attended 
several meetings with the sisters, returning home April, 1874. 
She has visited the Saints as far south as the junction of the 
Rio Virgen with the Colorado, has visited the settlements on 
the Muddy River, and also the Saints as far north as Bear 
Lake and Soda Springs. On their travels they have often been 
met by bands of music, and thousands of children bearing 
banners and flags; and singing songs of welcome. Sister 
Bathsheba has enjoyed these tours very much. She has ac¬ 
companied many explorations down into deep gulches to see 
the water pockets, over beautiful plains in carriages or cars, 
and over mountains and deserts. 

In reference to her position in duties *of a public and spiritual 
character, we find the following: Returning from a tour, 
February 19th, 1878, they arrived in Salt Lake City, finding 
all safe at home. I quote again from Sister Bathsheba’s 
journal, written in her own hand: 



BATHSHEBA W. SMITH. 


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“ My dear husband was not w~ell; I thought I could soon 
nurse him up to health, but my efforts were all in vain, he ex¬ 
pired on the first of September after a long sickness. ” The 
departure was a shock to many. For many months prayers 
had been offered up through all parts of the Territory, for the 
restoration to health of this great and good man. Seated in 
his chair, his faithful wife beside him, he turned from his 
conversation with President Young and others who constantly 
attended him, and leaning upon her devoted heart breathed 
his last. 

Sister Bathsheba W. Smith belonged to the first Belief So¬ 
ciety which was organized at Nauvoo, and w r as present when 
it was organized, the Prophet Joseph presiding. Officiated as 
Priestess in the Nauvoo Temple. Was Secretary in the Sev¬ 
enteenth Ward Relief Society, Salt Lake City; had been First 
Counselor to President Rachel Grant in the Relief Society of 
the Thirteenth Ward, Salt Lake City, for many years. Is a 
Counselor to M. I. Horne in the General Retrenchment Asso¬ 
ciation, Fourteenth Ward, and is also Treasurer of the Relief 
Society of the Salt Lake Stake. Has officiated in the holy 
ordinances of the House of the Lord in Salt Lake City for 
many years. Is also one of the Board of Directors in the 
Deseret Hospital. She says, “ I have attended many meetings 
of the sisters and had manv seasons of rejoicing. ” 

Sister Bathsheba is often reverently spoken of as “the be¬ 
loved wife of George A. Smith.” To her, in one sense, this 
would be the dearest praise that could be spoken. But yet a 
loftier, holier, than even the earth-love seems to hover around 
her very presence. A little child once said, “ When I look at 
Sister Bathsheba, I do n6t see her with her bonnet on, I see 
her as she will look when she wears that crown that is waiting 
for her. ” Such is the impression her face, her gentle voice 
and manner convey. To the record of her life, and this, I 
could add nothing. 



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ELIZABETH HOWARD, 

Secretary of the Relief Societies of the Salt Lake Stake 
of Zion. 

Mrs. Howard furnishes a very brief sketch for one whose 
life and labors among the people and faith of her adoption, 
have been so extended, important and interesting, to all who 
have ever come within the influence of her noble, generous 
spirit; who have received the stimulus to failing spirits and 
energy which emanated from her animated face, so good and 
motherly, her voice so cheerful and sympathetic, and her 
every movement like an inspiration of strength, happiness 
and life, 

She writes she was “ descended from Scotch parentage on 
her father’s side, Irish on her mother’s, Websters and Wards. 
Was born on July 12th, 1823, at Carlow, Carlow County, Ire¬ 
land. ” Was the first child of her parents and says she “ had 
a glorious childhood and girlhood,” which can be easily be¬ 
lieved, judging by her ever bouyant spirits. She was “married 
to William Howard, the eldest son of Stott and Catherine 
Howard, June 9th, 1841. Heard the Gospel in 1851, and 
came to America in 1853, with husband, two sons, four daugh¬ 
ters, two hired girls and two hired men.” They arrived in 
Utah, September, 1853 k 

At the organizations of the Relief Society in 1867-68, she 
was appointed Secretary of the Big Cottonwood Ward, which 
office she filled until she accompanied her husband to Eng¬ 
land in 1868, returned in 1869 and resumed the same office. 
During their mission in England, Mrs. Howard was often 
called upon to explain the principles of our doctrines and 



ELIZABETH HOWARD. 


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answer many questions regarding our people, etc. Divines 
and others found Mrs. Howard quite ready and able to meet 
and answer them on every point. It fact her part of the mis¬ 
sion has often been referred to as something exceptionally 
creditable and important. It was at a time, too, when woman 
had scarcely been heard to speak upon our faith, outside the 
home circle. 

About 1871, when Mrs. M. A. Smoot removed to Provo, Mrs. 
Howard was chosen Counselor to Mrs. M. I. Horne in the 
General Retrenchment Association, which position she still 
holds. When the Relief Societies were organized into Stakes. 
Mrs. Ploward was appointed Secretary of the Salt Lake Stake 
of Zion, which position she holds at the present time. Mrs. 
Howard has traveled much throughout our Territory in com¬ 
pany with other sisters, visiting the different societies and 
associations in a missionary capacity, giving instructions and 
infusing cheerfulness and energy by her w T hole-souled and 
genial manner. There is something wonderfully earnest and 
sincere in all she says and does, and it has a most convincing 
effect upon the hearers who delight to welcome her visits, who 
is herself a most delightful entertainer and hostess at her own 
beautiful country home a few miles ride out from the city. 

Mrs. Howard is the mother of ten children, eight living; and 
thirty-seven grand-children. 



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ELMINA S, TAYLOR, 

President of the Young Ladies’ Mutual Improvement As¬ 
sociations, of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter- 
Day Saints. 

I was born at Middlefield, Otsego County, State of New 
York, September 12th, 1830. My parents are Daniel Shep¬ 
ard and Rozita Bailey Shepard. Three daughters were all 
the children that were born to them, I being the eldest. 
My'parents were staunch Methodists, and I was brought 
up in that faith. I united myself with that church when 
about twenty years of age, and during some six years was 
a zealous and consistent member of the same. At the 
time I joined the Church I was desirous to be baptized by 
immersion as I considered that the pattern set by our Savior; 
although I had always been taught that baptism was not a 
saving ordinance, but only to answer a good conscience, other¬ 
wise, an outward sign of an inward grace. To this my many 
friends were so much opposed that after some time elapsed I 
consented, and w T as admitted a member of the church, by 
sprinkling; but there were many doctrines and tenets with 
which I never w T as satisfied, and when I went to my minister 
to have them explained 1 was more beclouded and found my¬ 
self more in the dark than before; though I sought to the 
Lord earnestly to be guided aright. 

“ In the year 1854, circumstances induced me to go to Plav- 
erstraw, a large town situated in southern New York, on the 
banks of the beautiful Hudson River, to engage in teaching. 
One of the trustees, John Druce, was a Mormon elder, who 
had a very interesting and intelligent family. My cousin and 
I frequently visited there, but for a long time they never 



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mentioned religion to us, fearing to frighten us away, but one 
night, just as I was leaving, he asked me if I would read some 
Mormon books. I answered, “ 0, yes ! You know the Bible 
says prove all things and hold fast that which is good. ’ His 
earnestness impressed me. Before opening the books I bowed 
before the Lord and fervently implored Him to give me His 
spirit that I might understand if they were true or false. My 
interest was awakened, and the more I investigated and com¬ 
pared the doctrines with the Scriptures, the more I was con¬ 
vinced of their truth. I fought against my convictions, for I 
well knew how it would grieve my dear parents to have me 
unite myself with that despised people; and I also thought I 
should lose my situation which was a very lucrative one. 
However, I could not silence my convictious, and as the 
promise was given, ‘ If you will obey the doctrine, you shall 
know whether it is of God or man; ’ I went forth and was 
baptized July 5th, 1856. When I was confirmed by the laying 
on of hands I received the testimony of its truth which I have 
never lost from that day to this. 

“I was united in marriage to George Hamilton Taylor, August 
31st, 1856, by Apostle, now President, John Taylor, and in 
1859, April fifteenth, we left New York for Utah, where we 
arrived September 16th of the same year, after a long tedious 
journey with ox teams. In the spring of 1860 we located in 
the Fourteenth Ward, where we have since resided, and 
where our first child, a son, was born July 16th of the same 
year. While in the States we were never blessed with 
children, but it was prophesied upon my head that I should 
go to Zion and should there be blessed with them, which has 
been fulfilled, for I am now the mother of seven. 

4 ‘Through the gift of tongues, it was also promised that all 
my family should come to me, which was verified after we had 
been here nearly fifteen years, and my father is still with us, 
having reached the advanced age of seventy-nine years, but 
none of them ever received the Gospel. 

“At the organization of the Relief Society of the Fourteenth 
Ward, December 12th, 1867, I was elected Secretary, an office 



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which I still occupy. .September 23rd, 1874, by request of 
Sister E. R. S. Snow, I was appointed Superintendent of the 
Young Ladies’ Association of the same ward. I was chosen 
First Counselor to Sister M. I. Horne, Stake President of Salt 
Lake County, December 22nd, 1879, and have traveled con¬ 
siderably in that capacity. 

“ At a Conference held in the Assembly Hall, Salt Lake 
City, June 19th, 1880, was appointed President of the Young 
Ladies Mutual Improvement Association of Zion. 

“ July 4th, 1877, we entered into the celestial order of mar¬ 
riage, and have since all lived under the same roof, and eaten 
at the same table, ever in the enjoyment of peace and har¬ 
mony.” 

All who are acquainted with the writer of the above auto¬ 
biographical sketch, can cheerfully add testimony to its con¬ 
cluding paragraph. “ Love at Home ” might be graven upon 
a tablet of stone wdthin their door, so indelibly seems that 
sacred principle to have been impressed upon the hearts 
within that household. 

By example, by attainments, and the spiritual refinement 
and elegance in bearing which would denote the Christian 
lady, under any or all circumstances, it seems peculiarly ap¬ 
propriate that Mrs. Elmira S. Taylor w T as called to preside 
over the young ladies of Zion. May they emulate their 
standard, spiritually and socially. The simplicity and modesty 
of her sketch cannot convey to the mind of the reader those 
delicate attributes of character, so well understood by those 
who, like myself, have been recipients of her kindly counsels 
and encouragement, and recognized in a wider sense by those 
who have listened to her addresses, dictated by the spirit of 
our sacred and holy religion. 



MARY A. FQEEZE. 


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MART it, FREEZE, 

President of the Y. L. M. I. A. of the Salt Lake Stake of 
Zion. 

Mary A. Freeze is the daughter of James Lewis Burnham 
and his wife, Mary Ann, who were born in Vermont. In 
1837, with their one child they emigrated to McHenry County, 
Illinois, where they made them a home, leaving there in 1843 
for Beauro County in the same State. In the latter place they 
heard and obeyed the Gospel of Jesus Christ. Mr. Burnham 
was a minister of the Church called Christians, hut after 
hearing the elders explain the principles of this Gospel, could 
not but acknowledge that he had no legal authority to preach, 
and consequently was baptized into the Church of Jesus 
Christ of Latter-Day Saints, whose doctrines he preached and 
advocated faithfully until the day of his death, from bleeding 
of the lungs, caused by preaching in the open air. In 1843, 
Mr. and Mrs. Burnham had moved to Nauvoo. They there 
had four children, the youngest, a little girl, died in 1844. 
Mr. Burnham labored as much as his failing strength would 
permit, quarrying rock for the Temple. In the summer of 
1845 he grew worse. Mrs. Freeze says, “This was four days 
previous to my birth. This was a trying time for my mother, 
being left in sorrow and very destitute of worldly goods, with 
no relatives near to help her; but the Saints were very kind 
to her in her affliction. Her relatives in the East would gladly 
have sent means to take her back, but she had cast her lot 
with the Saints of God and preferred to remain with them in 
the depths of poverty than to have the wealth of the whole 
world, elsewhere. After the Temple was finished she entered 
therein, partaking of the ordinances, and was sealed to Presi- 



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dent Joseph Young, (brother of President Brigham Young,) 
lie performing this ordinance for my father, who had died be¬ 
fore the opportunity of this privilege. She afterwards had 
two daughters who are now the wives of Robert N. Russell 
and Jasper Conrad. 

“ In February, 1846, the famous exodus began, but my 
mother had no way of going so remained until after the battle 
took place and the Saints were driven out on pain of losing 
their lives. Mother received a wagon for her city property 
and w r as lent a yoke of oxen, that she might begin that mem¬ 
orable, toilsome journey with her four little children. I have 
heard her tell of the mobs searching the wagons for arms, the 
obscene language they used, and how terribly she suffered 
from fear. She arrived at Winter Quarters late in the fail, 
where she remained a year and a half, when they were com¬ 
pelled by the Government to move back on the east side of 
the river, because they were on Indian Territory. Soon after 
this she let her second and third sons, Wallace and George, 
go on to the valley with Brother Daniel Woods. This was a 
severe trial to my loving mother, but there seemed to be no 
other way for them to be taken care of as the Saints were in 
the deepest poverty. I have often heard her and Brother 
Luther also, rehearse the want and distress they endured, 
sometimes nearly amounting to starvation. We were com¬ 
pelled to remain there until 1852, when through the kindness 
of the brethren w T e were enabled in June to cross the plains, 
arriving in Salt Lake City, October 8th, last day of Conference. 
I w T as too young to remember much about the journey, but 
one circumstance impressed itself upon my mind. While 
climbing into the w T agon I fell, and was run over by both 
wheels and very badly hurt, but through the administration 
of the elders was almost instantly healed and felt no bad 
effects from the injury afterward. 

“We located in Bountiful, Davis County, ten miles north of 
Salt Lake City, where we lived until I was sixteen years old. 
I was baptized when nine years of age and felt happy in the 
assurance that I was a ‘ Mormon ’ in very deed. At the time 



MARY A. FREEZIC. 


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of the Reformation, I was full of the inspiration of the times 
although only eleven years old, and was very much in earnest 
in repenting of my sins, and making new covenants to serve 
the Lord more faithfully in the future. During my early 
years I attended school the entire season, until old enough to 
assist my mother, when I attended during the winter only. 
Being very assiduous I acquired a good common school edu¬ 
cation. In 1861 we moved to Richmond, Cache Valley, my 
brothers having taken up land and made a home there. It 
was there I became acquainted with James Perry Freeze, 
whom I assisted in teaching school six months, not dreaming 
of the relationship I was destined to sustain to him. My girl¬ 
hood days were not as happy as might have been, on account 
of our exceeding poverty, but I have many times since thought 
that it was for my greatest good that I was reared in want 
and loneliness; that it was a means of keeping me humble, 
the good spirit thereby finding a receptacle in my heart, giving 
me a desire to seek after truth and learn of the things of God. 
Had I possessed wealth and my mind been filled with the 
follies and fashions of the world, I might not have had such a 
desire to make the Lord my friend. At an early age I read in 
the Doctrine and Covenants, that God is no respecter of per¬ 
sons, but in all countries those who fear Him and work 
righteousness are accepted of Him. This was a great comfort 
to me, a guiding star to my whole future life; that by leading 
a righteous life I should be loved of my Father in heaven 
equally with the richest and most highly born; that possessing 
His love and favor I possessed everything worth caring for. 

“ In March, 1863, I was married to James P. Freeze, wdiom, 
I felt assured was a noble man, one that I could trust as the 
guardian of my life. I am the mother of eight children. We 
resided in Richmond six months after our marriage, when we 
came to Balt Lake City, w T here he has since followed the mer¬ 
cantile business. In 1864, we became identified with the 
Eleventh Ward where we still live. In 1871, I was called to 
preside over the Young Ladies Mutual Improvement Associa¬ 
tion of this Ward, accepting it with great reluctance, feeling 
my incapability, but have filled it to the best ability ._which 



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God has given me, and have proven that all who seek the 
Lord in humility, will surely receive a blessing at His hand. 
Through the blessing of the Almighty, I have now the love 
and confidence of the members who have manifested the same 
in various ways. 

“ In the spring of 1871, my husband, a faithful man, desirous 
of keeping all the commandments of God, saw fit, with my 
full consent, to take to himself another of the daughters of 
Eve, a good and worthy girl, Jane Granter by name. It tried 
my spirit to its utmost endurance, but I always believed the 
principle to be true, and felt that it was time we obeyed that 
sacred order. The Lord knew my heart and desires, and was 
with me in my trial and assisted me to overcome the selfish¬ 
ness and jealousy of my nature. With his help, added to the 
great kindness of my husband, who has ever stood at the head 
of his family as a wise and just man, I soon obtained peace. 
While undergoing the severest trial to my feelings, I was in¬ 
spired with the following lines which the Lord was not slow 
to answer: 

“ ‘Father, help me to do Thy will, 

Command my troubled heart be still; 

Cause my soul with peace to flow, 

While I sojourn here below, 

Help me still to realize 

Thou’rt the giver of the prize 

That I would win througn faithfulness. 

Then, Father, O look down and bless 
Thine erring child that cries to Thee 
For help, amid life’s stormy sea.’ 

“ My husband has since taken two other wives, and I praise 
the Lord that I had so far overcome, that instead of feeling it 
to be a trial, it was a source of joy and pride that we were 
counted worthy to have such noble girls enter our family. 
The two last were my Counselors in the Young Ladies’ Im¬ 
provement Association of our Ward. I have loved the wives 
of my husband as I would have my own sisters, realizing that 
the power of the Holy Priesthood that has bound us together 
for time and eternity is stronger than kindred ties. Sophia 
lived wdth me nearly seven years; she died December, 1879, 



MARY A. FREEZE. 


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which was one of the greatest trials of my life. I could as 
willingly have parted with one of my own daughters. She 
left me a beautiful boy who seems as near to me as my own. 
I wish to bear testimony to my descendants, and to all who 
may read this sketch, that I know by the power of the Holy 
Ghost which bears testimony to my spirit, that the Patriarch¬ 
al Order of Marriage is from God and was revealed for the 
exaltation and salvation of the human family, also that I 
have had peace, joy and satisfaction in living in that Order 
such as I had never known before ; and have had many proofs 
that God will pour out His blessings upon those who keep His 
laws, seeking Him with full purpose of heart, for He will be 
sought after by His children. 

“ September 14, 1878, the authorities having considered it 
necessary to institute a Stake Organization of the Young 
Young Ladies’ Mutual Improvement Association, I was chosen 
as President of these Associations in this Salt Lake Stake of 
Zion. I chose Louie Felt, and Clara Y. Conrad, my half- 
sister, as my Counselors. We have visited the Associations 
as far as practicable, have enjoyed the spirit of our mission 
and feel assured we have been instrumental in the hands of 
God of doing much good. 

“ I am striving to purify myself, and keep all of the com¬ 
mandments of God, to be diligent in the performance of every 
duty assisting to roll forth the great work our Father has 
established in the last days, that I may be worthy to receive 
the blessings which have been pronounced upon my head; 
for they are great and many, and I know I shall receive them 
if found worthy. 1 know the fruits of this Gospel are peace, 
joy and happiness, and all who obey its precepts will have in 
this life that peace which passeth all understanding, that 
which the world cannot give nor take away, and having 
finished their labors, and are called to another sphere, will be 
crowned with life eternal, which is the greatest of all gifts. It 
has been the greatest desire of my life that my children 
should become bright and shining lights in the church of God, 
and knowing that much depends upon parents, I have ever 



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striven to set them an example worthy of imitation, teaching 
them true principles, that I might not come under condemna¬ 
tion for my neglect of duty. 

“I realize that heaven would not he heaven to me if my 
children, through sin and transgression, could not have a 
place there; that my glory would be dimmed forever. 

“I will now say good-bye, until we meet where there is 
neither sorrow nor mourning, but our joy will be perfect; and 
trust my descendants may all keep the laws of God, and be 
worthy to sit down with Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, Joseph 
Smith, Brigham Young and all the faithful in the kingdom of 
God, to go no more out. ” 

Mrs. Freeze says, “ We have traced our lineage back to the 
year 1200, and have the record of the same. We descended 
from the Normans. Our family was at one time very wealthy 
and numerous in England; there is a town which bears their 
name. Three brothers came to America at an early date, one 
settled in Vermont,and two in Massachusetts.Their descendants 
took part in the Revolutionary War, and among them accord¬ 
ing to the 1 Burnham Record ’ were many Doctors of Divinity, 
Doctors of Law, and one Mary Burnham, writes of the ‘ service 
of gold, their equipages and household appointments, of that 
grandeur brought with them from their ancient and noble 
halls of England. ’ Several of the Burnham descendants were 
officers in the late Civil War in America.” 

Mrs. Freeze is of that class of spirits that (in religion or 
justice) opposition would animate, persecution, inspire her. 
I have often thought, looking into her eyes, that in their 
depths slumbered the embers (scarcely covered by the ashes 
of dead years) of the fires of patriot’s and martyr’s souls. 



LOUIE FELT. 


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LDUIE FELT, 

President of the Primary Associations of the Church of 
Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. 

Louie Felt was the daughter of Joseph and Mary Bouton, 
was horn in South Norfolk, Conn., May 5, 1852. Was bap¬ 
tized when eight years old and came to Utah in September, 
1866. On December 29th of same year wasmiarried to Joseph H 0 
Felt. At the October Conference of 1867, they were called to 
go on the Muddy River Mission and started the 9th of Novem¬ 
ber following. They remained there between two and three 
years, enduring many hardships; the heat in summer being 
X>articularlv trying to those used to a Northern clime. “Ninety 
degrees in the shade” is considered high in our eastern cities, 
but at the Muddy, for months it would rise above one hundred 
degrees at midnight. The buildings were new, low adobe 
houses, lumber scarce, and often the wife was asked, “where 
would you prefer to have the boards, over your head or under 
your feet?” Those who had babies to rock took the choice of 
a floor, and put up with a thatched roof. The winds blew with 
great violence, and the tender shoots of the trees, vines, and 
other things they planted were often cut off clean by the sharp 
sand in the driving wind. They were surrounded by friendly 
Indians who were willing to work and learn civilization, but 
who were so hungry they could not resist the temptation to 
pluck the young watermelons and squashes planted by the 
missionaries, as fast as they approached the size of walnuts. 
Once, when visiting the Muddy settlement of St. Joseph, the 
Indian visitors were delighted with the rice my mother was 
preparing to cook. They called it the “snow-white wheat” and 
begged for some, saying they would plant and cultivate it with 
great care. She humored them, but showed them how the 
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germ was destroyed, and advised them to cook it, and plant 
corn and melons. 

In a brief time the Missionaries were short of the good 
things they had provided; there were no stores, freight trains 
seldom came that way, and they were a long distance, three 
day’s travel from St. George, itself a pioneer settlement in an 
alkali desert. President Erastus Snow, with fatherly kindness, 
sent beef, cattle and flour to the Indians, to stay their increas¬ 
ing instincts for self-preservation by way of appropriation. 
Another misfortune befell the Missionaries; their dwellings 
were as dry as tinder, and in some way a fire started, and 
some lost their all, everyone lost something. President 
Erastus Snow called upon the people of St. George, and if I 
remember right, of Washington and Santa Clara also and 
with ail possible haste sent the willing contributions of their 
brethren and sisters. President Brigham Young had two 
daughters, a son and a niece on the same mission. He visited 
them and was filled with compassion for their situation, and 
as it seemed vain to hope for an amelioration of some of their 
disadvantages, the Mission was broken up. Mrs. Felt’s health 
was poor but, she says, “I never felt to murmur, but to stay 
as long as required.” In 1869, Mrs. Felt went on a visit to 
her father in Connecticut, as he was not expected to live. He 
had gone back for the recovery of his health but was no 
better. She remained with him three months, then returned 
to Utah. In 1872 they moved to the Eleventh Ward, “and 
then,” she says, “began some of the happiest days of my life. 
I soon became a member of the Y. L. M. I. A., and thereby 
received a better understanding of my religion, which brought 
me peace and happiness, such as I had never known before. 
I also became thoroughly convinced of the truth of the princi¬ 
ple of celestial marriage, and having no children of my own 
was very desirous my husband should take other wives that 
he might have a posterity to do him honor, and after he took 
another wife and had children born to him, the Lord gave me a 
mother’s love for them; they seemed as if they were indeed 
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for their own mother.” I have witnessed the real mother in 
this family, rocking her babe to sleep, and the other mother 
—Louie—would sit beside her and hold one little hand, or 
lay her own upon its little head, and it would quietly resign 
itself to sleep, so closely were all these three true hearts united 
in love. “In September, 1878, I w T as appointed to the position 
of President of the P. A. of the Eleventh Ward, which 
position I still hold. In December of the same year. Mrs. 
Freeze chose me as her First Counselor, in the stake organi¬ 
zation of the Young Ladies’ Association, and I immediately 
started with President Freeze, visiting these wards, and I en¬ 
joyed my labor. In September, 1879, I was appointed to fill 
the position of Territorial President of the Primary Improve¬ 
ment Associations, and have visited the different stakes of Zion 
as much as circumstances would permit, and now feel more 
firm in my religion, and more determined to magnify my call¬ 
ing whereunto I have been appointed, hoping thereby to bring 
honor to the cause of Zion and also to myself.” 

In person, Mrs. Felt is very tall and slender, her health 
always being very delicate. Her face is pale, refined and 
spiritual in its expression; her spirit buoyant and cheerful, 
and her animated manner and smile as frank as a child’s; the 
beholder would never take her for “a sorrowing Mormon 
woman,” such as we read about. Whether presiding in gentle 
dignity over a conference of several thousands of parents and 
children, whether happily mingling in a reunion of cherished 
and apppreciative friends, or whether in that closer, dearer 
circle of which she is not the least the builder, her face is that 
of innocence and purity; her heart is an altar to her God; her 
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ELLEN C, S, CLAWSON, 

President of the Prim\ry Association of the Salt Lake 
Stake of Zion. 

Ellen Curtis Spencer Clawson was born in Say brook, Conn., 
Nov. 1, 1832. She is the eldest daughter of Spencer Clawson, 
A. B., and Catherine Curtis, and grand daughter of Daniel 
Spencer, who fought in the Revolutionary War. Her father 
graduated at Union College, Schenectady, New York, and also 
at the Theological College at Hamilton, as a minister of the 
Baptist denomination. He received the gospel when his 
daughter was seven years old. He immediately sold his effects 
and went to Nauvoo, where he became intimately associated 
with the Prophet Joseph. At the age of nine years, she was 
baptized in the Mississippi river. During the exodus from 
Nauvoo her mother died from exposure and exhaustion, 
through leaving a comfortable house to camp out in mid¬ 
winter. Six months later her father was sent to Great Britain 
to take charge of the mission there. It was there he wrote 
the celebrated “ Spencer’s Letters,” a little volume well 
known among the church works. He also became editor of the 
Millennial Star, which position he held for three years. He 
was obliged to leave his five remaining children in Ellen’s 
care, she being now only thirteen years of age. During his 
absence the little family crossed the plains with ox teams, in 
President Brigham Young’s company, taking five months to 
complete the journey, and suffering all the privations and 
hardships with the rest of the Saints. 

Miss Ellen C. Spencer was married in March 1850, by Presi¬ 
dent Brigham Young, to Hiram B. Clawson, who soon after 
became to President Young, business manager, a position he 
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the Z. C. M. I., and is at present Bishop of the Twelfth Ward, 
Sait Lake City. Mrs. Clawson is the mother of fourteen chil¬ 
dren, four sons and ten daughters, seven daughters and two 
sons of whom are now living. In April, 1879, Mrs Clawson 
was called to preside over the Primary Association of the 
Twelfth Ward, Salt Lake City, and later was ordained to pre¬ 
side over ail the Primary Associations of the Salt Lake Stake 
of Zion. 

Think of this noble girl, hardly more than a child, taking 
upon her young life the duties and cares of a loved and lost, 
a martyred mother! Surely she was precious in God’s sight; 
and his arm must have sustained her through that long and 
lonely journey through the wilderness. That same strength 
of character, that same sweet patience of spirit, gentle manner, 
have upborne her through later eventful periods. A prominent 
and beautiful feature in her life, one that has won to her the 
truest respect, the unperishable love of her friends is the posi¬ 
tion shb has maintained amid her husband’s family, like a 
loving queen mother, in his home circle. 

Mrs. Clawson’s two sons, H. B. and Spencer Clawson, are 
in the mercantile business, the latter a wholesale merchant, 
both men of high social and business standing,and an honor to 
their parents. 




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E ME LINE B, WELLS, 

Editor of “Woman’s Exponent.” 

This lady, like most of our representative women, was born 
in New England, February 29,1828, at Petersham, Worcester 
County, Massachusetts. Her maiden name was Woodward. 
The forefathers of her family came in 1830, settled in and 
around Boston, were large landowners, and by profession were 
mathematicians, surveyors, etc. Mrs. Wells’ancestry, both on 
the father and mother’s side, were purely of English extraction, 
and fought for freedom in the Revolutionary War, as well as 
that of 1812, some of them being officers of high rank. Her 
brothers and other relations fought in the late Civil War also, 
Mrs. Wells has had an eventful history in many respects, and 
somewhat romantic; were it to be published as a story and 
strictly true, it would be stranger than fiction. 

In her early life she gave promise of unusual talent, her 
memory was quite wonderful, storing up the many incidents 
and points of beauty around her to be brought forth in after 
years in faithful portraiture amid far off valleys and places 
then unbuilt and undiscovered. It was the expectation of 
her family and friends that she would make a mark in the 
world and do them honor; this w T as to be verified, but in a 
way undreamed of by them. The place and work God had 
chosen for her had not in her childhood, even a name. The 
child of destiny, straying alone yet not lonely, with her busy 
fancies finding companionship in fields, woods and brooks, the 
haunts of nature in their rudest, wildest form; listening to the 
songs of birds and sighing of the forest leaves, touching with 
caressing hand the flowers and moss-grown rocks, searching 
through shrubbery and tangled vines, or looking up through 
alcoves green and dim, feasted her eyes upon the wmndrous 



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sky where moving clouds passed on in endless changes ’neath 
that world, where she was taught the home and throne of God 
forever are. These surroundings and influences developed 
and moulded that individuality of character during her child¬ 
hood to the degree, that at eight years of age she commenced 
composing in rhyme, choosing instinctively the beautiful and 
harmonious method of expression which is poetry. This ele¬ 
ment cannot he possessed by anyone, old or young, but that it 
casts an influence recognized at once, and men and women 
gray haired now, say, that watching the thoughtful child they 
knew there w^as a special destiny for her, undefined, but 
nevertheless felt as something grand and great. So, hovered 
the spirit of her mission around her through her childhood, 
and at ten years of age she became a member of the church 
choir, happy in lifting her full heart in hymns of worship and 
of praise. 

How many have found sweet joy in singing; that expression 
of supplication, faith and gratitude, which in any and every 
religion is, we feel, true and acceptable adoration. 

In November, 1841, the Gospel was preached in her native 
village; and her mother believed and was baptized. Immedi¬ 
ately a branch of the Church was organized and some excitement 
in regard to Mormonism sprang up among the worldly-wise 
and learned. Mrs. Wells 7 mother persuaded her to go and 
hear the Mormon elders, and told her she knew it was the true 
Gospel that the ancient Apostles taught, and that she had 
been looking forward to such a dispensation. She was a 
woman of very strong mind, of practical capabilities, yet 
withal very spiritual in her nature, had been for many years 
a staunch Congregationalist, and had her children brought up 
in that church. Ministers, lawyers, judges and influential 
men came with their profound learning and logic to convince 
Mrs. Wells 7 mother that Mormonism was a delusion, but all 
in vain. On the young and inexperienced daughter they ex¬ 
pected to be able to make an impression, and no means was 
left untried. Everything that could be said or done was 
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ordinance of baptism all the powers of darkness seemed to 
conspire to hinder it. She affirms that a power she had no 
knowledge of heretofore, seemed to possess her at this moment¬ 
ous time to help her to withstand the intercessions and plead¬ 
ings of those who had been her friends, and who now so 
vigorously sought to keep her from going down into the waters 
of baptism. 

On the 1st day of March, 1842, when a little group of Latter- 
Day Saints was assembled to perform the ordinance of 
baptism on her mother’s own ground, just near her home, 
zealous friends sent messengers down to ask her if she was 
sure she was acting of her own free will and choice, otherwise 
they would take her by force and she should never lack for 
means of a higher education, but if she accepted the Mormon 
faith and gathered at Nauvoo she must renounce not only her 
friends but also all the advantages of literary culture she had 
so ardently hoped to attain, and be forever disgraced. Not 
knowing but that it was true that her hopes for further 
advancement must be resigned, she laid them on the altar of 
her faith, willing to yield up her future entirely to the will and 
care of her Creator. Some power potent indeed buoyed her 
up and she went through this trying ordeal and though her 
delicate nerves were somewhat shaken yet she told her mother 
and friends then what proved true afterwards, that the crisis 
was past, she had renounced all she had before looked forward 
to, henceforth she desired to dedicate herself entirely to the 
work in which she had enlisted. 

During the year after her coming into the Church she pur¬ 
sued her studies at the same school, yet she had to endure a 
great deal of ridicule on account of being a Mormon, and her 
teacher never wearied of persuading and entreating her to give 
up such foolish ideas, and resume her place among her asso¬ 
ciates. But though she was as one alone, for there was not 
another in the school that believed in the peculiar faith she 
had embraced, and she understood very little herself, still she 
had an innate conception of the entire consecration necessary 
for a Latter-Day Saint. The next year she taught a country 
school, receiving her certificate as readily as any of the other 



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young ladies; and early in the spring of 1844, in the month of 
April, she went up to Nauvoo, where she had the privilege of 
hearing Joseph Smith preach his last discourses. After reach¬ 
ing Nauvoo she received strong testimony, not by any spirit¬ 
ual manifestations, but that which convinced her reason and 
intelligence. 

We cannot attempt to give in detail the changes and trials 
of Nauvoo, but suffice it to say that through sickness, sorrow 
and severe trial she kept the faith. 

In the winter of 1844-45, she was taught the principle of 
celestial marriage by Bishop Newel K. Whitney and his wife, 
whose acquaintance she had formed through having been 
introduced to the family by a cousin of Sister Whitney’s. This 
cousin was one of the company in which she had traveled to 
Nauvoo, and who because of her delicate health, her youth 
and inexperience, had been attracted towards her. 

She accepted the principle in its sacred phase and entered 
into the order or covenant of celestial marriage with the same 
purity of motive that had influenced her in going down into 
the waters of baptism. The ceremony was performed by 
Brigham Young in one of the upper rooms of the Bishop’s 
house in Nauvoo, in the evening of the 14th day of February, 
1845, the only witness being the Bishop’s first wife, who not 
only had consented but actually urged the matter, and gave 
her to her husband ; and the most sincere friendship existed 
forever afterward between the tw T o, who really lived like 
. mother and daughter, and though so intimately associated in 
the same family, and sometimes under circumstances the 
most trying, yet no jar or contention ever marred their true 
friendship for each, other. To those who doubt the fact of 
women living happily together no better illustration can be 
given than such practical ones as these. Here were two re¬ 
fined, sensitive natures in harmony with that condition of 
marriage, but it was from the fact that they accepted it from 
divine authority as a part of their religion, and a higher law 
which would secure to them a future exaltation; never losing 
sight of the exalted nature of their mission, having undertaken 
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to live lives of self-sacrifice^and purity. The false assertion 
made by the world that women of marked character and 
attainments would never submit to live in the order of plural 
marriage is disproved by such instances as this one. Both 
were women of high social attainments, and possessing super¬ 
ior qualities of mind and heart. 

It is the higher nature that must be aroused to inspire 
women to carry out practically this exalting, refining principle, 
and through this crucible many have come forth like gold 
seven times purified, tried as by fire yet without the smell 
upon their garments. 

Mrs. Wells received the ordinances and the blessings of the 
Temple with her husband in Nauvoo, and came out in the 
month of February, crossing the Mississippi River on the ice. 
Her mother, who had been a staunch Latter-Day Saint from 
her first hearing the Gospel preached, died of hardships and 
fatigue when the Saints were driven from Nauvoo. 

In Winter Quarters she taught school and came with the 
Bishop and his family to the valley, leaving the Missouri 
River towards the last of May, 1845, and arrived in the valley 
early in October. On the 2nd day of November, after, her 
eldest daughter was born in a wagon, during one of those cold 
piercing wind and sleet storms that often occur at that season. 
September 23, 1850, Bishop Whitney died, leaving her a widow 
at twenty-two with two children, the eldest not then two years 
of age, the youngest a babe five weeks old. Many of her 
friends feared she would sink beneath her trials, but she rallied 
those forces of her nature, which under a husband’s care 
had never been called into requisition, and turned to the ways 
and means of providing for her little ones. Left as it were 
alone, bereft and so helpless, the young mother was like one 
in a dream, she had trusted to her husband so entirely, and 
knew so little herself of the practical realities of life; she had 
not thought he could die. He was one to lean upon, and she 
had looked up to him as a little child looks up to a true loving 
parent with a reverence almost more than human. To her he 
had shown the utmost tenderness, helping and encouraging in 



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times of severe trial, making every burden lighter because of 
the intense sympathy of his spiritual nature. This was one of 
the eventful epochs of her life. She awakened to know that 
for her, duty must be first, and she became in course of time 
accustomed to acting for herself instead of leaning upon 
another. 

It was a hard lesson, but she studied it carefully, and sought 
earnestly for di vdne help upon her efforts; but we are simply 
giving a few facts and not minute details, therefore suffice it 
to say after something more than two years of widowhood she 
married again. 

During the Bishop’s life, he frequently prophesied to her of 
the future and what her work would yet be, and although she 
could not then imagine how such changes could possibly be 
wrought, (as much on account of the condition of the country 
and the circumstances of the people,) yet looking back over it 
now, she realizes how prophetic his words w r ere, and the 
promises made concerning her future have many of them been 
fulfilled. 

Mrs. Wells often says she was born a womans’ rights advo¬ 
cate,inheriting it from her mother,who was a staunch advocate 
for woman’s emancipation, and when left a widow with a large 
family, realized more fully the injustice of the laws in regard 
to women, their property rights and guardianship of children. 
Mrs. Wells has been the mother of six children, one son and 
five daughters, and during their childhood devoted herself 
almost exclusively to their care and education. 

Mrs. Wells has always had a great desire to see others ad¬ 
vance, and in her home before she entered upon public duties 
ever sought to stimulate those around her to efforts of develop¬ 
ment of the higher nature. She has given much genuine 
encouragement to those who would shrink from criticism and 
would consequently, unless aroused, bury their talents or fold 
them away in a napkin. She is exceedingly frank in her 
nature and generous to a fault, and possesses an admirable 
faculty of entertaining those with whom she is from time to 
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ability and culture; the secret of her winning friends is per¬ 
haps in her almost total forgetfulness of self, and her intense 
wish to make others happy. Perhaps, among her friends, 
few are fonder or more sincere than those who have received 
both sympathy, encouragement and advice from her who has 
not feared that other lights might dim her own, she has rejoiced 
in the progress and victories of others as though they were her 
own achievements. 

It is truly wonderful to contemplate the public work accom¬ 
plished by Mrs. Wells in the comparatively brief opportunity 
of time since her labors began. In the Eastern States 
prominent women have pursued these objects for nearly fifty 
years, but the women of Utah have stood afar and alone with 
no part in matters of a political nature until about thirteen 
years ago. They have exercised their privileges with respect, 
caution and wdsdom, holding neither lightly or boastfully the 
freedom of the ballot. Many have read law and studied par¬ 
liamentary rules, and have on occasions of public character 
endeavored to profit by observation in the presentation and 
discussion of such matters. 

Mrs. Wells has traveled much among our people, speaking 
and assisting in organizing. She has good executive ability 
and is well adapted to this kind of work. 

In political matters she takes great interest, and since the 
women of Utah have had the ballot she has taken a prominent 
part in that direction and done much active work. 

Mrs. Wells went to Washington as a delegate from the 
women of Utah in January, 1879, to attend the Convention of 
the National Woman Suffrage Association, accompanied by 
Mrs. Zina Young Williams and while there they had the 
opportunity of speaking before committees of House and Sen¬ 
ate, and also had an audience with President Hayes and 
several of the leading men of the nation on the Mormon 
question. They also prepared a memorial to Congress and 
succeeded in getting it presented. 

In November, 1874, Mrs. Wells went into the office of the 
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Richards, a little in her labors, and gradually grew interested 
in the work, and in May, 1875, her labors became regular and 
constant, continuing so until in July, 1877, when she assumed 
the entire responsibility, Mrs. Richards withdrawing on ac¬ 
count of increased domestic cares. Mrs. Wells never seems 
to tire of journalistic duty. 

In November, 1876, she was chosen President of the Central 
Grain Committee for the storing of grain by women, against a 
day of famine. At the Mass Meeting in the Theatre to protest 
against the Woman’s Anti-Polygamic Association she took an 
active part in the proceedings. In September, 1882, Mrs. 
Wells went to Omaha with Mrs. Zina D. H. Young, to attend 
the convention of the National Womans’ Suffrage Association 
again. Mrs. Wells was appointed Secretary of the Deseret 
Hospital Association; in fact her time is almost constantly 
employed in the performance of public duties and benevolent 
work. 

Looking retrospectively upon the life of Emmeline B. Wells 
and noting the constant upward progress she has made through 
the adverse circumstances common to a pioneer life, and the 
establishing of a new order of religion and social life amid the 
opposition and persecution of our own nation; the result is 
calculated to testify strongly against the assertions made that, 
in our isolation and subservience to religious authority, woman 
is repressed in her abilities and privileges; for it is in that 
mental atmosphere v T hich is the very essence of Mormonism, 
that her’s have been developed and brought into prominence 
as an exemplar to the young. If in the very stronghold of 
Mormonism the standard of progress is upheld by woman’s 
hand as well as man’s, the inference is that the next generation 
will show a marked advance. Knowledge is power, and this 
with virtue and wisdom united, guided by inspiration, ignorance 
and tyranny will alike be impotent against the growing hosts 
of Israel. And, knowing this, all excellences of acquirements 
and attainments are stimulated and promoted among the old 
and young by our leaders, misrepresentation to the contrary 
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The quality of statesmanship is of high order and rare 
among women, but it has been declared by the lips of prophecy 
that positions of power w r ould await the women of Zion faster 
than they would be qualified for them. Mrs. Wells is by 
nature one of those prepared for the advent of such an era. 

And still, the songs whispered from nature to the heart of 
the child chime on. and the woman repeats them in clear, 
sweet utterances to the world; the intuitions of the Deity and 
his work she may now declare in knowledge, and the maiden 
that with timid feet went down at the Gospel’s call into the 
waters of baptism, has become a strength, an inspiration and 
a guide to women in the same path. 

President Young gave Mrs. Wells a mission to record in 
brief the biographies of the most prominent women of our 
Church, in the Woman’s Exponent. A part of this w T ork has 
already been performed, which is an important addition to our 
home literature. 

I give below one selection from the lady’s many beautiful 
poems: 


REAL ANE IDEAL, 

At times, sweet visions float across my mind, 
And glimpses of the unknown bright and fair, 
Where all the objects seem so well defined— 
Tasteful in color, and in beauty rare, 

That I must pause and think if they be real, 

Or only what the poets call ideal. 

I well remember when a little child, 

I had these same strange, wand’ring fancies; 
And I was told my thoughts were running wild, 
That I must not indulge in such romances. 
Wasting in idle dreams the precious hours, 
Building air castles and gazing from the towers. 

E’en then I seemed to see familiar friends, 
Pertaining to a dim, uncertain past; 

And to my recollection faintly clings, 

A sense of something which the shadows cast, 
That showed me what my future life would be, 
A prophecy, as ’twere, of destiny. 



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There was an intuition in my heart, 

An innate consciousness of right and wrong, 

That bade me choose a wiser, better part, 

Which, in rough places helped to make me strong: 
And though my path was oft bereft of beauty, 

Still urged me on to fulfill ev’ry duty. 

Of happy childhood, bright with faith and hope; 

Enchantment dwells within thy rosy bowers, 

And rainbow tints gild all within thy scope; 

And youth sits lightly on a bed of flowers, 

His cup of happiness just brimming o’er, 
Unconscious of what life has yet in store. 

What glowing aspirations fill the mind— 

Of noble work designed for man to do ! 

What purity of purpose here we find— 

What longing for the beautiful and true; 

Ere know we of the toil, and grief and woe; 

Or dream that men and women suffer so. 

Though all along life’s toilsome, weary way, 

We meet with disappointments hard to bear; 

Yet strength is. given equal to our day, 

And joy is ofinest mixed with pain or care; 

But let us not grow weary in well-doing, 

Still persevere, the upward path pursuing. 

Thus ever struggle on, ’mid doubts and fears; 

While changing scenes before our gaze unfold, 

Till, through the vista of long weary years, 

We see Heaven’s sunshine thro’ its gates of gold; 
And feel assured it is an answering token, 

Aye! though our earthly idols have been broken. 

Tho’ those we’ve cherished most have been untrue, 
And fond and faithful ones have gone before, 

Stil 1 let us keep the promises in view, 

Of those who’re pleading on “ the other shore, ” 
Whose tender messages are with us yet, 

The words of love, we never can forget. 

And while we muse and ponder, shadows fall, 

And a sweet spirit whispers, “Peace, be still 
What of the past—’tis now beyond recall: 

The future, we with usefulness may fill. 

Yet sometime we shall find in regions real 
Those dreams fulfilled we only term ideal. 




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MRS, ROMANIA B, PRATT, M, D, 

Bomania Bunnell Pratt, daughter of Luther B. and Esther 
Mendenhall Bunnell, was bom August 8,1839, in Washington, 
Wayne County, Indiana. In her seventh year she went with 
her parents to Nauvoo, and had the privilege of visiting the Tern- 
pie, and went with the Church to Winter Quarters. She says: 
“ While there I well remember being present when the martial 
band was marching round and the call was made for the 
Mormon Batallion for Mexico. Although too young to appreci¬ 
ate the severe ordeal our devoted and persecuted people were 
subject to, I can never forget the feeling of grief which 
oppressed my little heart, as one after one the brave-hearted 
men fell into the ranks. 91 From Winter Quarters her parents 
moved to Ohio where her whole time was spent in attending 
school, the last year and a half at the Crawfordsville Female 
Seminary. In 1855, her mother then being a widow, with her 
family of two girls and two boys and their worldly effects, 
again joined the Saints at Atchison, now Omaha, where she 
was first baptized into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter- 
Day Saints, on the last of May, 1855, just before commencing 
their journey with ox teams across the plains to Salt Lake City, 
w T here they arrived September 3d of the same year. The summer 
journey of these months was a series of changing panoramic 
scenes as enchanting to the free, careless heart of a child, as it 
w T as arduous to those of maturer years. Their arrival in the city 
of the Saints was during the grasshopper famine, when flour 
was twenty-five dollars per hundred w r eight, sugar forty cents 
per pound and everything in proportion, and although they 
had left plenty behind them, in the hands of guardians who 
refused to allow them any money, (the children all being 
minors) to come away among the Mormons, saying; “They 




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will rob you of it all as soon as you get there. ” In consequence 
of this predjudice they arrived in Salt Lake City penniless 
and at a time when they with thousands of others had to learn 
the sweetness of the coarsest kind of bread. Romania taught 
day school and gave music lessons on the piano at intervals 
until she entered the medical profession. This lady was mar¬ 
ried to Parley P. Pratt, son of the Apostle, Parley P. Pratt, by 
President Brigham Young, and has had seven children; Parley 
P. Pratt, Luther B., Louis L., Corinne T., Mark C., Irwin E. 
and Boy B. Pratt. Her second son died in infancy, and her 
lovely daughter died when twenty months old. 

Through a love of literary pursuit and surrounding circum¬ 
stances her attention was turned to the medical profession 
which she entered in 1873 and graduated in the Woman’s 
Medical College of Philadelphia in March, 1877. After gradu¬ 
ating she remained in Philadelphia and took special courses 
on the eye and ear at Wills’ Hospital and a dispensary on 
Chestnut Street, conducted by Dr. George Strawbridge. 
Leaving Philadelphia she spent a few T w T eeks visiting Hydro¬ 
pathic institutions to learn something of the mode of adminis¬ 
tration and especially of water treatment. 

Immediately on her arrival home she by request commenced 
giving lectures to ladies and agitated the question of a hospital 
for women and children, and by counsel on account of great 
demand of obstetrical aid needed in the numerous settlements, 
soon instituted a school of midwifery,and has taught two classes 
a year since, except when absent for special study in the New 
York Eye and Ear Infirmary where she spent eight months in 
1881-2. 

In 1874, w~hen Eliza R. S. Smith organized the Young 
Ladies’ Mutual Improvement Association of the Twelfth Ward, 
Mrs. Pratt was appointed President, which position she held 
though absent a portion of the time, until professional work 
compelled her resignation. She now holds the office of 
Treasurer of the Salt Lake Stake organization of the Young 
Ladies Mutual Improvement Association, and is also one of 
the Board of Executors and medical attendant of the Deseret 
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Hospital, organized 1882, beside having a busy practice. 
Luther B. Bunnell, her father, was the inventor of a repeating 
fire arm, and at a critical period in the persecutions of the 
Saints, donated to them five hundred dollars in arms and am¬ 
munition. Tracing her family record a few years back, we find 
in her mother’s line the names of Bayard Taylor and Benjamin 
West among her relatives. About the year 1837,a small pamphlet 
was published in Philadelphia giving the geneaology of her fam¬ 
ily, tracing them back to a Russian nobleman. Captain Menden¬ 
hall was the grandson of Benjamin, brother to John Menden¬ 
hall, the Puritan emigrant. Colonel Richard Thomas, brother 
to her great grandmother, was a member of Congress from 
Chester County, Pa., for many years. Of medical members, 
Dr. Pratt’s family certainly has had a goodly number, and of 
these we select—Dr. Mendenhall, of Richmond, Indiana, her 
mother’s cousin, Dr. Marmaduke Mendenhall, of North Caro¬ 
lina, her cousin, Dr. Paris Mendenhall, her brother, Dr. James 
R. Mendenhall, of, Richmond, Indiana, her cousin, Nereus 
Mendenhall, professor in New Garden Quaker College, also 
George D. and William Mendenhall, physicians. Beside 
these, many others of note occur, too many for less than a 
special volume. Her eldest son, Parley P. Pratt, also entered 
the New York School of Pharmacy, from which he expects to 
giaduate in the spring of 1885. 

Dr. Pratt is in appearance the very embodiment of health 
and happiness, her blooming cheeks, abundant loose ringlets 
without a line of gray, her dark eyes inspiring the dispirited 
with cheerfulness and hope, the cordial clasp of hand, a hand 
gentle, but somehow suggestive of the nerve, firmness, self- 
possession and power the true healer holds, the intuition one 
receives of her sympathy and benevolence, if needed; all these 
are conveyed as upon an open page by the very presence of 
Dr. Pratt. Also, that other influence is felt that she too 
leans upon a higher power than human skill, the same Giver 
of life and health as the tenderest child looks up to. 

Dr. Romania B. Pratt was the first “Mormon” woman 
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Ellis E. Shipp, 1878, Mattie Paul Hughes, M. D., 1883, Elvira 
S. Barney, M. D., 1883, and Margaret C. Shipp, M. D., 1883. 
Drs. R. B. Pratt, Ellis R. Shipp and Elvira S. Barney are 
connected with the Deseret Hospital, founded in 1882. 

THE LHY EDCTOR, 

For her, from darkened rooms 
What blessings softly rise, 

Who brings relief to pain and fear 
And soothes the watcher’s cries. 

On her, the skies look down 
As fearless, swift she goes 

Through lonely paths, past rude alarms, 

And oft through blinding snows. 

’Tis hers, to see the smile 
The new blest mother gives ; 

And hers to hear their answering joy— 

“Hush all thy fears, he lives. ” 

The record of her works 
In volumes ne’er is known, 

’Tis written as on marble carved 
In grateful hearts alone. 




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DR. ELVIRA S, HARNEY, 

Although in this book Dr. Barney is classed among the 
medical fraternity her labors and history have been inter¬ 
woven with those of the Latter Day Saints from her child¬ 
hood, in so many varied and useful fields of labor, that I am 
compelled to pause at the very beginning of this sketch, 
(necessarily brief) knowing I must omit so many particulars, 
both valuable and instructive. 

If Dr. Barney had, in her childhood, possessed the advan¬ 
tages of obtaining a thorough education, and opportunities for 
the best development of those many abilities which have mani¬ 
fested themselves under the most dispiriting surroundings, it 
would be difficult at present to estimate what she might have 
accomplished. She represents the practical, domestic, experi¬ 
ence of a Latter Day Saint; orphaned, and almost alone, but 
possessing that indomitable spirit that rises above every obsta¬ 
cle, and turns to account every available means no matter how 
humble, that cultivates every inherent power to its best uses; 
an upbuilder in everything pertaining to the interests of her 
people, ready to aid on the right and on the left, forgetful of 
self. 

Elvira S. Barney was born March 17,1832, in Gerry, Chaw- 
tawque County* New York, being the daughter of Samuel C. 
Stevens, a merchant, and his wdfe, Minerva Althea Field, a 
school teacher. Her great grand-father, Joseph Stevens, took 
an active part in the-Revolutionary War; her grand-father, 
Simon Steyens, was a doctor; her uncles were doctors and law¬ 
yers. When twelve years old Elvira heard the gospel preached 
by a Mormon Elder, and from that time daily prayed in secret 
till the Lord gave her a testimony that satisfied her heart. 



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She was baptized in 1844, and went with her parents to Nau- 
voo, where her father died after a brief illness, on October 4th. 
In the January following Elvira and her mother were preparing 
for the journey across the wilderness, parching corn, etc.; 
but her mother, overcome by toil, grief and exhaustion, died 
on the 6th of the month. Their farm, household goods, etc., 
were sold, and the five children received ten dollars each to 
fit them out for a western journey. Elvira parted with her 
twin brother, fourteen years old, with tears in his eyes, and 
she never saw him again. He died six years after. Elvira 
was taken some twenty-five miles across the prairie among 
strangers, and there spent the winter. There were no children 
for her to mate with, no one to feel tenderly for the lonely, 
quiet aching heart of this orphan girl. When spring ap¬ 
proached she rejoined her married sister to wait upon her, 
traveling w T est with her, sometimes living in a brush-house 
(while recruiting) and sleeping under a wagon while traveling? 
and once awoke to find several inches of snow covering them. 
Exposure brought her to death’s door, but she lived after long 
suffering. She witnessed the solemn separation of the “Mor- 
Battallion” from their families and friends. During one winter 
she lived in a dug-out in a side hill on the Missouri River, and 
was forced to live on corn bread and water; their tallow can¬ 
dles they could not afford to burn, but used them to grease 
their bake-kettles. Here, however, willing to be useful she 
helped to teach school, studying nights by a chip-fire to keep 
in advance of her pupils. Many of our public speakers of to¬ 
day, can date their first lessons in elocution and arithmetic 
to her training. 

Elvira crossed the mountains in the first company in 1848, 
and arrived in this valley by the side of two yoke of oxen, 
with a sick sister and a brother-in-law with a broken arm, in 
her care. Her first lesson in surgery was the helping to set 
this arm, and her first practice in medicine was the breaking 
up of her sister’s fever. Soon after this Elvira made herself a 
pair of buck-skin moccasins. The first meeting she attended 
was in a bowery, and her best calico dress had patches on the 



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elbows. Before the next winter she worked six weeks for a 
pair of leather shoes. There was not much aristocracy here 
in those days. They held meetings in tents, sang praises to 
God, and danced with as much sincerity and purity of heart as 
even King David did before the Lord, for they knew God was 
with them. Said her sister, who afterward turned from the 
faith: “If God had not been with us when we were driven out 
at the battle of Nauvoo,we should have perished, but when 
we were starving he sent quails, and they were so tame they 
came into our tents where the sick were lying, and they even 
took them in their hands.” Thousands witnessed the miracle. 
After they arrived in the valley, crickets large and numerous 
threatened their crops, (their only recourse) but the Lord in 
answer to prayers sent sea-gulls in such flocks that the air was 
darkened, and they destroyed the crickets. The heavens 
were not as brass above their heads; they helped and loved 
each other, and God heard and loved them. Their laws were 
few and simple; in a Bishop’s court a brother forgave his 
brother. 

In the summer of 1849, Elvira earned fifty dollars at differ¬ 
ent kinds of work, and making straw hats for the emigrants 
going to California to get gold the Battallion boys were the first 
to find. In the spring of 1849, Elvira had been appointed to go 
on a mission to the Society Islands; this was postponed, and in 
the spring of 1851, with her husband, she started in the com¬ 
pany of Apostle Parley P. Pratt on his mission to Chili. They 
were harrassed by Indians while crossing the deserts, and 
Elvira arrived in Los Angelos sick with a fever, and laid six¬ 
teen days in a tent made of sheets. Her sister here buried her 
babe; took steamer and landed in San Francisco, Elvira con¬ 
tracting inflamatory rheumatism on the voyage, and was stiff 
and helpless four days. Parley P. Pratt administered to 
her, and the next morning she helped to get breakfast. 
Through some trouble between the Islanders and the French 
the Mission was changed to the Sandwich Islands. Having 
been left behind to recruit her health, Sister Elvira went to 
work in a hotel as waiter at one hundred dollars a month, and 



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soon was able to pay her passage to the Sandwich Islands, be¬ 
sides having means to support her while there. On arriving 
at Lahaiva, on the island of Mai, the captain gave her his arm 
and they walked through the streets in quest of her husband 
followed by the natives, old and young, they to admire and be 
friendly, the strangers feeling mortified with such honors. 
Remained a month there then embarked on the ship Hulu- 
mann. The previously mentioned captain came on board and 
treated them to a Christmas dinner. After four days sail 
landed at Kawhow, Iiwaii, in the fall of 1851. Sister Elvira 
lived six months among the natives on their island food, 
mostly of taro and sweet-potatoes made into a batter and 
soured, short rations at that, yet attained the w T eight of one 
hundred and fifty pounds. Says she : “Don’t smile when I 
tell you I often thought of Alexander Selkirk who said he was 
‘Monarch of all he surveyed.’ Here months passed, living on 
the lava strewn island, no ships came to bring tidings, I was 
left to view the rolling billows that separated me from all I held 
dear, country and friends. Fancy the loneliness of those long 
months, not a white woman to speak to in my own tongue. 
Here I was studying a foreign language and teaching the na¬ 
tives to speak my own.” In the mean time sister Elvira ac¬ 
quired the art of swimming, which means enabled her after¬ 
wards,to all appearances, to save one of the ladies of this book 
from drowning in a bottomless spring in Utah. During eleven 
months spent on four islands, Sister Elvira wrote a letter to a 
native lawyer in his own tongue, and although over thirty 
years have elapsed she is able to converse fluently with the na¬ 
tives who have gathered to this city. 

Leaving all her means but five dollars with her husband, 
she arrived penniless at Honolulu en route for San Francisco, 
by counsel of Phillip B. Lewis, President of the Sandwich 
Islands Mission. Here, in answer to prayer, after all other 
efforts had failed to procure means, a stranger she never saw 
before nor since, called upon her. In answer to his few ques¬ 
tions he learned her situation as a missionary’s wife preaching 
the Gospel without purse or scrip. He handed her the money, 



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eighty dollars, to pay her passage to San Francisco, and she 
gave him her note for it, and embarked. Three times she 
escaped shipwreck, the last time, just outside the Golden 
Gate of the Bay of San Francisco. On her arrival there she 
borrowed the money of a friend and returned it to the stranger, 
and repaid this by making fine shirts at ten dollars apiece. 
The wife of the gentleman for whom she made them presented 
her with a complete set of clothing, the outer garment being a 
new silk dress. Sister Elvira says: “The Lord knew I 
needed them and I thanked Him and the giver also.” Of the 
San Francisco Saints she says, The welcome I received by 
The remaining Saints there, and the heavenly influence we 
enjoyed together is the one most marked oasis of my life, for 
truly they blessed me and God blessed them.” Sister Elvira 
wasted no time, but in various ways earned means* part of 
which she sent to assist the Sandwich Islands Mission. In 
1856 she returned to Salt Lake City, riding seven hundred 
miles on horseback, and here resumed school teaching. In 
1859, she assisted in the amputation of a dear friend’s arm. 
In 1860, traveled east to visit kindred and rode sixteen days 
by stage. In 1864, went to Wheaton College and returned 
home after nearly two years absence. From 1859 to 1863 had 
taught school in ten different places, generally four terms a 
year. Had during these previous years taken at different 
times four homeless chi ldren into her care until other ways 
opened for them. In 1873 adopted a boy whom she schooled 
and provided for for ten years. In this year also began writ¬ 
ing up her genealogical record which she has traced back to 
the year 1600. In 1876 wrote a pamphlet on seri-culture, and 
suggested the appointment of a meeting on that subject. Ad¬ 
vanced as a loan the first fifty dollars to establish the “ home 
made straw hat industry.” Canvassed the Thirteenth Ward 
and traveled in the interest of the Woman’s Exponent. Was 
appointed agent for and canvassed the city for the Women of 
Mormondom , and raised fifty shares ($25.00 each) in one day. 
Was appointed a committee for purchasing grain for the Grain 
Association (President E. B. Wells). In 1876 traveled south 



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and held forty-fWe meetings in twenty-seven days, in the in¬ 
terest of Women’s Work in Utah. In 1878 attended the 
Deseret University. Up to date of February, 1879, had earned 
over nine thousand dollars by her own labors, and built a good 
commodious house, her home. October, 1879, started East 
to continue her medical studies which she had prosecuted at 
home for several years, and attended three complete courses; 
returning home in the spring of 1883, prepared to pursue this 
her chosen vocation after a long and eventful experience in 
many field's of usefulness. 

Eealizing her own early desires for knowledge and the in¬ 
convenience of limited privileges, Dr. Barney fitted up her 
large house to accommodate lady boarders,thus affording them 
the convenience of home and college under one roof, with the 
privilege of boarding themselves, and receiving gratuitous 
medical instructions for one year. 

She has crossed the Pacific Ocean twice, the western deserts 
twice, the eastern plains five times: has wrought at different 
humble occupations belonging to a new country, learning later 
fine embroidery, pencil work, draughting in architecture, de¬ 
livering lectures, &c., one tenth cannot be told in these pages. 
Sister Barney also has received the gifts of prophecy, tongues 
and interpretation of tongues, as the writer can testify. 

Her step is as quick as ever, her carriage erect; she says; 
“ My life has been real, my life has beep earnest, and now if 
any of my works praise me then truly I am praised. If any 
one has done better I should be happy to read their chapter; 
yet I realize many of our Mormon ladies lives have been sim¬ 
ilar, and it is such women that will teach and train sons for 
the nation. ” 


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EMILY HILL WDQUMfiNSEE, 

Emily Hill Woodmansee, daughter of Thomas and Elizabeth 
Blade Hill, was born in the south-west of England, near War¬ 
minster, Wilts, March 24, 1836. Quoting her own words : 

“Of my pedigree I will simply say that my parents were 
honorable, hard-working people, too independent in spirit to 
stoop to mean actions, much less to sully their conscience to 
curry favor. The youngest living of eleven children, I fully 
enjoyed the privileges often accorded the youngest member of 
a family, (ie) of having things my own way. My parents as 
well as my brothers and sisters were very kind to me, and I 
can truly say—slightly reversing a word in the lines of one of 
our poets, that, 

‘I never knew what trouble was 
Till I became a Mormon.’ 

“ When but a mere child I was much concerned about my 
eternal salvation and felt that I would make any sacrifice to 
obtain it. I asked all kinds of questions of my mother and 
sisters, seeking how to be saved, but could get no satisfaction 
from them nor from the religious body (Wesleyans) to which 
they belonged. 

Hungry and thirsty for truth, I searched the Scriptures, 
invariably turning to the lives of ancient apostles or to the 
beautiful writings of the Prophet Isaiah. I was never weary 
of reading his prophecies, the glory of a Latter-Day Zion that 
burthened his inspirations possessed for me a charm irresisti¬ 
ble. Truly I was waiting for something, I knew not what, 
that came to me sooner than I expected. 

“ When I was about twelve years old, my cousin, Miriam 
Slade, (afterward the wife of Edward Hanham,) came to visit 
us; she was very merry-hearted and we had anticipated her 



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visit, expecting a good deal of fun; but she was too full of a 
4 new religion ’ to do anything but preach. ‘ God, ’ she said, 
4 had spoken from the heavens to a man named Joseph Smith ; 
the Gospel was restored to the earth, the honest in heart were 
commanded to gather to the land of Zion for safety, for this 
was the last Dispensation, and the hour of God’s judgment 
had come! ’ 

“ Right faithfully she testified to her knowledge of these 
things, much to the surprise of our family, who were consider¬ 
ably amused at her earnestness as well as at the novelty of 
her belief, and notwithstanding I listened attentively, I 
thought her assertions too good to be true. The next Sunday 
my cousin informed us that the Latter-Day Saints had ap¬ 
pointed a meeting for that day at an adjoining village called 
Chalford, and invited us to go. As it was a distance of five or 
six miles, making a long walk there and back, none of my 
brothers cared to go, and my elder sisters considered them¬ 
selves altogether too respectable (?) to attend an outdoor 
meeting of such a primitive sect, therefore they declined to 
go, and no one thought of sending me till I suggested it. 
Turning to my father, my sisters said, (laughingly,) ‘Yes, 
send Em, she will tell us all about it. 9 
“In five minutes Miriam Slade and myself were on the 
road, accompanied by Mr. Win. Bowring,(brother to Henry E. 
Bowring of Brigham City,) and by Edward W. Tullidge, then 
a youth, but now well-known as a talented writer and also as 
the proprietor and editor of Tullidge’s Quarterly Magazine. 
Never, never shall I forget that day, surely it was the turning 
point of my whole life. A few devoted worshippers of truth 
met together in a small house, to bear their testimony to one 
another and to worship God! And He was in their midst 
and that to bless them. Even as in the Day of Pentecost, 
they spake in tongues and prophesied, which prophecy I have 
seen fulfilled. Unlike the Jews who were 4 pricked in their 
hearts , 9 I did not even ask, 4 What shall I do to be saved . 9 
4 The way 9 was open before me, and simple and young as I 
was I instinctively knew that 4 1 could not err therein. 9 



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The Eternal! spake, and honest hearts discerning 
The voice and message of the holiest One ! 

Hail it as though their souls had e'en been yearning 
For light and truth, e’en since their lives begun. 

‘ ‘ It was indeed as though I had been brought ‘ out of dark¬ 
ness into marvelous light, ’ and I could not shut my eyes 
against it. 

“ In the evening I attended an out door ‘Mormon Meeting/ 
and though naturally sensitive to ridicule, I did not care the 
least for the sneers of the crowd hut joined in the songs of the 
Saints as well as I could, for in my childish w T ay I wanted it 
understood that I was not ashamed to count one with the 
peculiar people called Latter-Day Saints. 

“Many a time since, when ‘ offences ’ have come in my 
way, over which with mortal weakness I have almost stumbled, 
the testimony of that eventful day has been to me a precious 
recollection which nothing could obliterate. I w T as so over¬ 
joyed at finding what I had so long desired, and so eager to 
convince my friends that I could hardly wait to get home. 
As soon as I was inside the house and almost before anyone 
else could speak ,1 astounded them all by the emphatic declar¬ 
ation that I knew the Latter-Day Saints were the right people; 
and I would join them as soon as I was big enough. I was 
never sent to 4 take notes’ of the ‘Mormons’ again, but on 
the contrary was closely watched lest I should he led away by 
a ‘ sect that was everywhere spoken against. ’ My early study 
of the Scriptures now stood me in good stead, and I searched 
the Bible more diligently than ever, so that I might give a 
good reason for my faith to the hosts that assailed me, (right 
reverends among the number,) who, finding it easier to cry 
‘ delusion’ than to prove it, generally wound up by informing 
me that I wasn’t old enough to know my own mind, and was 
altogether too young to judge of so grave a matter. Mean¬ 
time my persistent faith invoked such a tempest of wrath over 
my head, that I could not even get an opportunity to be 
baptized, and the elders did not think it wisdom (because of 
my tender years) to perform the ceremony without my parents’ 
consent. I well remember looking forward to a period when I 



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should be old enough to act for myself,and it seemed a lifetime. 

“ About this time one of the elders brought Brother John 
Halliday (brother to Bishop Halliday of Santaquin) to our 
house, who bore such a powerful testimony to the divine 
mission of Joseph Smith, that my sister, Julia, (now Mrs. 
Ivins of St. George) exclaimed, ‘ If ever there was a man of 
God I’m sure he is one, and I’ll be a Latter-Day Saint, too! ’ 
From that time I had a friend in the family, and we were both 
determined that cost what it might we would be true to the 
light within us. Only once in a great while could we steal 
away and meet with the Saints, but although we were not yet 
baptized we partook of the sacrament and paid out our pocket 
money to the Church funds like actual members. 

“On one of these occasions Brother Halliday blessed me 
and confirmed upon me the promise that I should write in 
prose and in verse and thereby comfort the hearts of thousands. 
After this I was baptized March 25, 1858, I was then sixteen, 
but had virtually been a Latter-Day Saint for four years. 

“ Denied the privilege of freely meeting with the Saints, I 
all the more earnestly desired to gather to Zion; but fearing 1 
might be forcibly detained if I attempted to leave home direct¬ 
ly for America, I obtained my parents’ consent to visit my 
sister, Julia—who had already gone to Northampton (quite a 
long distance from home) hoping that the way would open up, 
so we might earn enough to emigrate. There for the first 
time I enjoyed religious freedom and there also I took my 
lessons of hard times; preparing me for greater hardships in 
store. 

4 ‘ In the month of May, 1856, we sailed for America on the 
ship , Thornton, Captain Collins,commander; Brother James G. 
Willie had charge of the Saints, (a company of eight hundred) 
and a good captain he was. We had a pleasant trip with the 
exception of one heavy storm which I would not have missed 
for a great deal. 

“ From New York we traveled by rail and by way of Lake 
Erie to the camping ground in the neighborhood of Iowa City; 
there we were obliged to wait till the companies were ready to 



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start, and surely if we had been natural or unnatural curiosi¬ 
ties we could not have been commented on or stared at any 
more by the people surrounding us. ‘Mormons, men, wo¬ 
men and children, and worse, a lot of young girls, bound for 
Salt Lake and going to pull ‘hand carts!’ Shocking! ’ 

“ Yet, for the potent reason that no other way seemed open, 
and on the principle of ‘ descending below all things,’ I made 
up my mind to pull a hand cart. ‘ All the way to Zion/ a foot 
journey from Iowa to Utah, and pull our luggage, think of it! 
Anonymous letters, and warnings from sympathizing outsiders 
were mysteriously conveyed to us, setting forth the hardships 
and impossibilities of such a journey, and offering us induce¬ 
ments to stay. Many who started out with us backed out in 
a few days; my sister broke down and was unable to walk 
and I remember asking myself (footsore and weary with the 
first week of walking and working) if it was possible for me, 
faith or no faith, to walk twelve hundred miles further.' The 
flesh certainly was weak but the spirit was willing, I set down 
my foot that I would try, and by the blessing of God I pulled 
a hand cart a thousand miles and never rode one step. Some 
thrilling scenes I could relate incident to that journey, but 
must forbear for want of space. Suffice it to say that after a 
long and wearisome journey, being entirely out of provisions, 
we halted for want of strength to proceed, and never should I 
have beheld (with mortal eyes) ‘ the city of the Saints ’ had 
not the compassionate people of Utah sent out a number of 
brave-hearted brethren with food and clothing to our relief. 
May they all be everlastingly blessed. 

“ In the month of June, 1857, firmly believing in the princi¬ 
ple of plural marriage 1 entered into it. The result of this 
marriage was one child only, for a little more than three years 
after said marriage, my husband went on a mission to Eng¬ 
land, and after I had worked for upwards of four years to 
maintain myself and little one, my husband himself sent me 
word that he never intended to set foot in Utah again. And 
here I must be allowed to say in behalf of myself and other 
true women who have endured such separations, and to whom, 



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perhaps, it is counted as nothing, no one can realize what such 
an ordeal is, unless they have passed through it. All that I 
had hitherto suffered seemed like child’s play compared to 
being deserted by the one in whom I had chosen to place the 
utmost confidence, who himself had fixed an impassable gulf 
between us by ignoring the very principles by which he had 
obtained me, leaving myself and my little one (for all he knew) 
to sorrow and destitution. Harder still, was it for me to believe 
that this abandonment had been deliberately planned. I 
could not accept the fact till President Young, (speaking to me 
of my husband), emphatically said, ‘ Don’t you know he asked 
for his mission ? If he hadn’t I wouldn’t have sent him till 
the day of his death ! ’ That was enough for me, I compre¬ 
hended all that it meant, and independent of Brigham Young’s 
word I was forced to believe it. 

“ I had striven hard to keep out of debt,—determined to do 
my part as a missionary’s wife, that when my husband came 
back he might not be hampered on my account. Neverthe¬ 
less ‘hard times’ stared me in the face, and I was almost 
overwhelmed by circumstances beyond my control. During 
the winter season of 1863-4, (owing to the war and many cir¬ 
cumstances combined) provisions and other necessaries com¬ 
manded almost fabulous prices, and I could not see how I 
should ever be able to keep ‘the wolf from the door. ’ To add 
to my trouble, the house I occupied (and to which I had been 
led to believe I had some claim,) was sold over my head and 
thus I had the prospect of being homeless, at a time when 
rents were going up double and treble. One night when I was 
so weary with overwork and anxiety, pondering what to do, 
these words impressed me as if audibly spoken, Trust in God 
and Thyself. Instantly I arose and composed the following 
lines: 

A priceless boon! is a friend indeed 
Greet him as such when his face you see; 

But those who fail thee in time of need— 

Shun them, as false friends should shunned be. 

They proffer this, and they promise that, 

But promise, alas, is a doubtful elf. 



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So would’st thou weather the storms of life— 

Trust thou in God! and thyself. 

Keep a brave heart, though the waves roll high, 

Let thine aim be true as the magnet’s steel; 

Look unto God ! with a steadfast eye, 

And trust Him always, in woe or weal. 

Man may deceive, but God! is true; 

Mortals may pander to love of pelf, 

Like “Angel’s visits” firm friends are few, 

Trust thou in God! and thyself, 

Should friends, nor fortune, nor home be thine— 

Cringe not for this, nor beg for that; 

The earnest seekers will surely find 
Something to thoroughly labor at. 

’Tis a cheering maxim to keep in view— 

That diligence leads to plenty’s shelf; 

And whatsoever thy hands pursue— 

Trust thou in God ! and thyself. 

What! though thy flesh and thy strength should fail ? 

Surely ’were better to wear than rust; 

Than never to try, ’twere better to die, 

In striving bravely to fill our trust, 

But fear not thou, for God! is good^- 
He is the giver of strength and wealth . 

When faithless feelings or friends intrude— 

Trust thou in God! and thyself. 

“ Immediately after this my way opened up before me, 
almost within the week I secured another home, which if not 
very commodious had for me the satisfying charm of being 
my own. 

“On May 7, 1864,1 again entered into plural marriage, and 
was sealed by Heber C. Kimball to Joseph Woodmansee, to 
whom I have borne four sons and four daughters. Two of 
these died in infancy, leaving me a family of seven, including 
my first born. 

u Nearly twenty years have rolled by since my second mar¬ 
riage, during which time I have seen many changes of fortune 
which I cannot now relate, but I will say this much of my 
children’s father. Misfortunes that have befallen him have 
never affected his faith, he has proven his allegiance to the 




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principles and priesthood of God at considerable sacrifice to 
himself and family, enduring reverses uncomplainingly. 

“ Of my children I need say but little, but I fervently hope 
that each and all of them may seek and obtain for themselves 
a knowledge of the truth, (called Mormonism) for I know it 
can make them wise unto salvation, and may they be willing 
if needs be to endure reproach and privation for principle’s 
sake. I doubt not that all my troubles have been for my good, 
and to-day I am more than thankful for my standing in the 
Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. ” 

And wherefore should I cease to sing 
Of Zion and the Latter Day? 

I could not find a nobler theme, 

Nor choose a lovlier, loftier lay. 

Too insignificant is my praise— 

Too feeble is my lyre and tongue, 

For of these longed for, Latter Days 
Have royal bards and prophets sung. 

Ne’er shall our hearts ungrateful be ; 

Ne’er shall our songs be void of praise, 

For God has suffered us to see 
“The Zion” of the Latter Days. 

Though all the world in scorn deride— 

Our numbers shall not cease to flow; 

Our soul’s sincerest, purest love 
Thrills unto Zion’s weal or woe. 

When she is sad, then I am sad; 

When she is bound I am not free; 

When she is glad then I am glad 
And all things prosper well with me. 

I love to see her power extend, 

Her influence and her reign increase— 

Then wonder not, “for Zion’s sake— 

Will I not hold my peace.” 

“ I desire to live to make up for past short-comings by future 
diligence, that I may help (in my humble way) to build up 
* the kingdom whose dominion, power and greatness shall be 
given to the Saints of the most High! who shall possess it 
forever and ever.’ ” 

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The faith of the Saints shall astonish the world 
And puzzle the wise to explain it; 

Hosannah ! hosannah! Truth’s flag is unfurled, 
And the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth. 




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HANNAH T, KING-. 

“ The University town of Cambridge, England, I am proud 
to say, is the place of my nativity. I was reared among its 
classic shades and bowsers. For the last thirty years America 
has been my adopted country, and I love her with a loyal 
and devoted appreciation, but the home and the haunts of 
childhood and youth leave on every mind indelible impres¬ 
sions and when brought to a focus upon the past as at the 
present moment, ‘ The distant spires and antique towers ’ rise 
up before me in all their vividness by the power of that most 
wonderful faculty, memory. 

“ I was born and reared in the High Church of England, 
and nothing but the high Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day 
Saints could have caused me to secede from its high tenets and 
truly liberal principles; it stands second to none of the church¬ 
es of the w T orld. 

“ Any son or daughter might have been proud of such 
parents as mine, they were fine in person, highly moral, and 
intellectual, were descended from a highly born family, and 
were honored and respected by all who knew them; they 
reared their children with great care and watchfulness, giving 
them such an education as would fit them for all good society 
of whatever grade. Blessed be their memory! 

‘‘ I was married at the early age of seventeen, but in my 
mind and character I was older than many girls at twenty. I 
have lived long enough to authorize the woman to sit in judg¬ 
ment on the girl. 

“ I had a sweet, happy home, for I had the faculty to make 
it so; I had ten beautiful children but death robbed me of 
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accomplishments; as they grew up they repaid us in being 
all we desired. From a child I had been accustomed to write 
much—keeping a journal and a book for choice extracts, etc. 
My father was unavoidably much away from home on business, 
but he enjoined me to w T rite frequently to him, and to do his 
bidding was my delight, for he was my beau ideal of all that 
was good. Since at nine or ten I became a letter writer, and 
the thousands I have written in my long life would form a 
towering paper pillar. After some years of my married life I 
became a writer for the local papers and also wrote tw T o books, 
one for my girls and the other for the boys, 4 The Toilet ’ and 
the ‘ Three Eras/ dedicating them to each. These books were 
patronized by the aristocracy of England. I also wrote com 
siderable poetry all my life. 

“ In 1849, 4 a change came o’er the spirit of my dream. ’ I 
had a young woman w T ho had w T orked for me eleven years as 
dressmaker, she was highly respectable, conscientious and 
good. In September, 1849, she was in the house at work, and 
on the evening of the 4th, when work was laid aside, she told 
me she wished to speak to me privately, as she had something 
she wished to communicate to me. I at once gave her the 
audience she requested and she then laid before me the organ¬ 
ization of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, 
with the first principles of the same. Of course I was startled! 
But the spirit of God witnessed to my spirit that she spoke 
truth! I compared all she told me by the Bible which had 
ever been my standard of truth—it endorsed all she said! I 
studied, I prayed,—she gave me to read ‘Spencer’s Letters’— 
they made me a willing convert. I read many other promin¬ 
ent works with which my teacher furnished me. Fifteen 
months passed, and yet I had not attended the Latter-Day 
Saint Meetings, or seen a single member but this young wo¬ 
man, yet even at that time I w T as a confirmed Latter-Day 
Saint. I then was introduced to an elder from America, and 
after his first* sermon I was baptized by him in the classic 
waters of the Camm, my native river. 

“ Soon I began to see the antagonisms I had to meet. I, a 



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member of the Church of England. My grandfather a rector 
in the same, my father and my mother, my family and friends ! 
All had to be met, could I bring the gray hairs of my parents 
in sorrow to the grave? Could I reduce my family to compar¬ 
ative poverty and reverses of every kind? Could I so lay my 
all upon the altar of mv God? Could I like Abraham of old, 
arise and go to a far country—even the wilds of America? It 
would take more than I have space to elaborate this subject— 
suffice, strength was given me—I passed under ‘the car of 
Juggernaut,’ which is no overstrained flower of language but a 
veritable simile. Suffice, the votary lived! and I came out 
convinced , determined ,* and the calm, as it were, of a summer 
morning was upon me! A conviction had been given me that 
it was indeed the work of the last days, when all dispensations 
should be gathered in one, when that people I had all my life 
prayed for in the Church of England should be ‘prepared for 
the ^second coming of the Savior,’ were indeed organized upon 
the earth by the voice of God Himself and His Son, Jesus 
Christ, appearing to a youth, even Joseph Smith,and appoint¬ 
ing him as the prophet of the last dispensation, under the 
immediate direction of the Lord Jesus Himself. The Church 
was organized with six members, on the 6th of April, 1830. 

“ Of this Church I became a member by the requisite act of 
baptism by immersion, under the hands of the American mis¬ 
sionary. From that time I had the spirit of ‘gathering,’ and 
in June, 1853, I left my home and many that were dear to me, 
my own immediate family accompanying me—and as I stood 
on the deck of the Golconda I said, ‘My native land, good 
night.’ Ox teams conveyed us over the prairies, and on the 
19th of September, 1853, we entered Salt Lake City. Here 
we built a home which has been my sanctuary. I know God 
was with me, and my loved ones also were with me. The 
union of my family was remarkable, that, and the Spirit of 
God enabled us to ‘ remove mountains. ’ 

“ In a brief sketch like this it is impossible to give even 
the outline, but could I place in a book, first our antecedents , 
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aside our Lares and Penates, surely the skeptic would agree 
that there was a power with us that the world knows nothing 
of! for even though we knew w T e were the agents it w~as ‘ mar¬ 
velous in our eyes. ’ Perhaps I have filled the brief space 
allotted me for the purpose for which I was called upon to 
write, surely my few words will be a testimony that I rejoice 
I am a Latter-Day Saint. I have passed through many re¬ 
verses and tribulations, but in my darkest hours the Gospel 
has been a light upon my path and a lamp for my feet, and I 
realize day by day the smile and approbation of God upon me. 

“ It has been my delight to write for the Saints since I have 
lived in Salt Lake City, and my reward has been their love 
and rich appreciation of my writings. I have been a constant 
writer for the Woman’s Exponent, a paper got up and entirely 
carried on by the women of our people. President Young 
desired me to write for it and I have done so with pleasure to 
the best of my ability, both in prose and in verse. 

“ For two years I had a school in my own house, and i^ 
promised to be a success, but my health failed, and to my 
sorrow I had to relinquish it. I was appointed to preside over 
the Young Ladies Mutual Improvement Association of the 
Seventeenth Ward, which position I held for one year, but 
resigned from feeble health. I was then appointed First 
Counselor to Marinda Hyde, President of the Belief Society of 
the Seventeenth Ward, which office I still have the honor to 
hold. My desire has ever been to be useful ‘in my day and 
generation, ’ especially in the work of the last days, for in that 
I have joy and ample satisfaction. 

“The history of the people of God as we read it in the Bible, 
repeats itself in a remarkable manner in the Church of Jesus 
Christ upon the earth to-day, and those who need a testimony 
of its truth, I advise them to compare and observe the work¬ 
ings of the self-same spirit of antagonism, and they will hardly 
need another. ” 

I select a portion of one of Mrs. King’s poems; her prose 
and verse are alike, always lofty in character; her prose writ¬ 
ings would form more than one valuable volume for the libra- 



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ries of the Saints, or indeed those not of our faith. Historical 
and character sketches seem a peculiar gift with her. Among 
the many admirers of her poems the English Saints regard 
her with special fondness, for is she not their own ? and they 
anticipate her contributions, as we look forward to flowers of 
spring, to summer’s wealth of fruits, to autumn’s harvest 
time. 

REST, 

“ I ? ve fought the battle all my life 
Of outward foes and inward strife; 

The strife which flesh and spirit feel 
As keenly as the barbed steel; 

For ah ! my soul has longedto be 
A perfect thing for God to see ! 

And feels impatient for the time 
When I the heavenly heights shall climb, 

The good, in all the ages past, 

My eyes in love I’ve ever cast, 

Would imitate, admire, and aim 
Their glorious pinnae les to gain; 

A pedestal to call my own, 

One which my form might rest upon; 

My spirit feet cannot yet stand 
Upon the platform they command, 

But well I know I have been blest, 

And shall, in time, attain the rest; 

And I have sometimes felt ere while 
I moved ’neath God’s effulgent smile 
That shed around me warmth and peace, 

And gave my captive mind release. 

The earth and every living thing 
Did tribute to my spirit bring; 

And then my soul was born anew, 

Begotten by the warmth and dew 
Which God’s own spirit cast around, 

And placed my feet on holy ground. 

All things seemed tinged with light of heaven, 

My friends most loved, my foes forgiven ! 

The fountain in my heart, to me 
Brought hiving water,’ ecstacy! 

* * * * * * * * * * 

A little Goshen was my home, 

For joy and peace around it shone ; 



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And labor’s self became delight, 

Making all healthy, strong and bright; 

And loving spirits gathered there 
As angels—faithful, fond and fair. 

Was I not blest? Yes, I was blest, 

And truly ’twas a time of rest; 

Yes, rest from sorrow I had known , 

In youth, my sun but rarely shone, 

But, oh! I fought for joy and peace, 

And God, in mercy, sent release. 

And blest me with so bright a time 
That’s rarely known in earthly clime! 

And grateful did my soul arise 
To Him who gave this paradise. 

But, oh ! this picture! its reverse! 

A mighty contrast did disperse; 

The light and warmth would be withdrawn 
And I left freezing and forlorn; 

The heavens seemed brass above my head, 
The earth looked dark as molten lead ; 

My God was hid beneath a cloud 
And I, like corse within its shroud! 

Alone, forsaken, desolate thing 
Hoarding my sorrows like a sting 
That probed and barbed my stranded soul, 
And well-nigh crushed all self-control; 

The loved and loving were away, 

And I to foes was left a prey; 

It seemed all blessings were withdrawn, 
And I left stranded and forlorn, 

To see if I would faithful stand 
And still hold on to virtue’s hand. 

Yes, many such ordeal I’ve passed, 

And know I have not seen the last. 

Oh !. Father! take my shrinking soul 
Beneath Thy love and sweet control; 

Thy feeble, trembling child, oh spare! 

Lay on no more than I can bear. 

May I endure unto the end, 

Whatever trials may portend; 

But Thou alone must bear me up, 

Or I shall fail to drain the cup.” 



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flUEUSTfi JDTCE CRDCHERDN. 

“In the original design of the picture Representative Women 
of Deseret, I did not include myself, hut by the request of 
those whose wishes I have always endeavored to fulfill, now 
do so, although there are several to whom I would prefer 
giving place. 

“ I was born in Boston, Massachusetts, October 9, 1844. 
My father was John Joyce, from St. John, New Brunswick— 
his parents were both from England. I have heard my mother 
say that my uncle,‘Oliver Joyce, planted the English flag on 
the Chinese wall at the time of the war (about 1840) between 
those countries. I do not know whether he was an officer, 
color bearer or ordinary private. 

“ My mother, Caroline A. Joyce, w T as the eldest daughter of 
John Perkins, a sea captain, and his wife, Caroline Harriman. 
The Perkins and Harriman families were among the early 
Puritan emigrants, the property they first built upon still being 
in the possession of their descendants. I have heard my 
mother speak of the oak stairs and floors being so worn with 
age that they bent beneath the tread even when she was a 
child. My mother’s mother was the daughter of Elder John 
Harriman, well known in New Hampshire as the occasional 
traveling companion of Lorenzo Dow, but more particularly 
as the founder of a sect called the ‘New Light Christian 
Baptists. ’ He was the son of John Harriman and the daugh¬ 
ter of a Penobscot chief who was friendly to the white people, 
and permitted his only daughter to receive Christian baptism, 
and she was afterwards married to him publicly in church. 
This union afforded peace and security to the settlers and gave 
them the alliance if needed, of a powerful tribe. The son of 
this marriage received an education and married. A few 
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weeks after, and at the age of twenty-one, he ‘ received a 
visit from a personage who gave him a new doctrine to preach 
to the children of men. ’ He awoke his wife, Ruth, told her 
the vision and she believed him. In the morning he began to 
arrange his worldly affairs so as not to interfere with his call 
and began to preach, accompanied by his young wife, wdio 
rose when he had done speaking and bore her testimony to 
what he had said. He traveled a certain circuit, holding two 
and three days’ meetings wherever he stopped, building up 
quite a large church in his locality. He preached seventy-one 
years and died at the age of ninety-two. He never cut his 
hair from the time of his call to the ministry, and sometimes 
wore it braided in a queue, sometimes flowing in waves upon 
his shoulders, as in his portrait. His wife, Ruth, lived beyond 
her one hundredth birthday. His son, John, became a min¬ 
ister, but his daughter (my grandmother) was more worldly 
minded. Once when he entered the room she was standing 
before a mirror surveying her appearance, being attired for 
some special occasion. He quietly stepped up to her and with 
a pair of scissors cut off the long black ringlets that fell like a 
mantle upon her bare shoulders, saying; ‘ These come between 
you and your God.’ This did not, however, quench the 
worldly spirit within her, for she at the age of sixteen eloped 
with and was married to John Perkins, a young sea captain, a 
God-fearing man but not a church member then or ever after¬ 
wards in this life. She was very industrious, however, and 
had at that age spun all her bed and table linen, etc. She 
became quite a politician and used to write articles of that 
character, and the young men of the town used to gather 
round her hearth and ask her opinion on political matters. 
She also composed for them campaign songs, both words and 
music. My mother has told me the only dancing she ever 
saw in her childhood was when her mother, inspired by the 
patriotic songs she would be singing, would dance to and fro 
at her spinning, instead of stepping—improvising step and 
figure. She had eight sons that she said she was ‘ raising for 
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(twenty years ago) and laid down their lives; Warren and 
Andrew Jackson, (so named because he was born on the day 
of President Jackson’s second inauguration.) Grandma was 
an Andrew Jackson Democrat, he was her very beau ideal of a 
man. Charles served two terms and returned safe. Lawrence, 
my patriot grandmother’s youngest boy, enlisted at seventeen 
and was sent back; ‘ Too young,’ they told him, but he waited 
one year and went again and this time they took him, and he 
too was spared to return home. 

“ Thaddeus sailed to Labrador through many years, and 
John to the West Indies. Her eldest daughter was my mother. 
When my mother heard and received the Gospel in Boston, 
she hastened home to bear the good tidings and obtain their 
permission for her baptism. She found them bitterly opposed 
to this, her father reticent, her mother reproachful. Just at 
this time Elder John Harriinan arrived to hold a three days’ 
meeting. Preparations had been made for his coming, and on 
his arrival my grandmother received him in her best parlor 
and after the usual salutations were over, unfolded to him the 
story of my mother’s conversion, that she had gone insane 
and wanted to join the Mormons. He asked, ‘ Where is 
Caroline?’ adding, reflectively, ‘if the Lord has any more 
light for the children of men, I for one am willing to receive 
it. ’ His grandchild, overhearing this, was filled with joy. 
Her mother came out and told her to put on her bonnet and 
shawl. Not knowing what was wanted of her to perform she 
obeyed, and by the time she was ready, found her brother, 
John, waiting with a horse and sleigh, and seating herself 
therein was rapidly whirled away to some relatives several 
miles distant, to remain there until sent for. Said she, * I 
never saw my grandfather again.’ This was a specimen of 
my grandma’s executive ability; no circumlocution about 
her. 

“ I will give her own account of her receiving the Gospel, 
from a portion of her manuscripts: 

“ ‘In the year 1842, I was living in the city of Boston, State 
of Massachusetts. One day I heard that a strange sect w T ere 



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preaching in Boylston Hall, they professed to believe in the 
same Gospel as taught by Jesus Christ and the ancient Apostles. 
I went to hear them. As we entered the hall they were singing 
a new song—the words were : 

‘The Spirit of God like a fire is burning, 

The Latter Day Glory begins to come forth, 

The visions and blessings of old are returning, 

The angels are coming to visit the earth.’ &c. 

“ After the song a young man* arose and taking for his text 
these words—‘And in the last days it shall come to pass that 
the Lord’s House shall be established in the tops of the 
mountains and all nations shall flow unto it, ’ said the time for 
the fulfillment of this prophecy was near at hand, an angel 
had appeared unto a man named Joseph Smith, having the 
keys of the Everlasting Gospel to be preached to this veneration, 
that those who obeyed it would gather out from the wicked, 
and prepare themselves for the coming of the Son of Man. 
He spoke of the great work already commenced in these the 
last days, and wdiile I listened, his words were like unto a 
song heard in my far off childhood, once forgotten but now 
returning afresh to my memory, and I cried for very joy. I 
w T ent home to tell my father the good news, but my words 
returned to my own heart, for both my parents thought me 
insane, and talked to each other sadly of my condition and 
what to do with me. My heart was filled with sorrow and 
disappointment. I asked for the privilege of being baptized 
but was answered with these words by my father: ‘You 
must leave home if you join those Mormons . 9 I went away 
and was baptized for the remission of my sins, but still with 
regret and an uncertainty as to the right to disobey my 
parents. Soon after, my father left the city, and my mother 
came and took me with her, to care for me, as she was fearful 
I would be ‘ruined by those deceivers.’ One night I had been 
to meeting where the Spirit of God seemed to fill the house, 
and returned home thankful to my Heavenly Father that I 

*Elder Erastus Snow. He afterward married her to her husband j 
and blessed her children’s children. 




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ever heard the Gospel. I laid down to rest beside my mother 
who commenced upbraiding me, and instantly I was filled 
with remorse that I was the cause of her unhappiness. I did 
not know what to say, and was hesitating, when, just over my 
head, a voice, not a whisper, but still and low, said these 
words: ‘If you will leave father and mother, you shall have 
Eternal Life, ’ I asked, ‘ Mother, did you hear that? ’ She 
answered, ‘ You are bewitched /’ I knew then she had not 
heard the voice, but my mind was at rest and I went to 
sleep. I have heard the same voice since, not in dreams, but 
in daylight, when in trouble and uncertain which way to go; 
and I know God lives and guides this people called ‘Mormons/ 
I know also the gifts and blessings are in the Church of Jesus 
Christ of Latter-Day Saints, and that same faith once delivered 
to the Saints is also ours, if we live for it. 

“ ‘ In the month of February, 1845, I left home, my native 
land and all the friends of my youthful days, and sailed in the 
ship, Brooklyn, for California. Before starting I visited my 
parents, then living in New Hampshire. I told them of my 
determination to follow God’s people, who had already been 
notified to leave the United States, that our destination was 
the Pacific Coast, and we should take materials to plant a 
colony. 

“‘When the hour came for parting, my father could not 
speak. My mother asked, ‘ When shall we see you again, my 
child?’ I answered, ‘ When there is a railroad across the con¬ 
tinent. ’ God grant that prophecy may be fulfilled and her 
life be spared to see it. I knew it would be there, even the 
‘ highway cast up that the eagle’s eye had never seen, nor the 
lion’s foot had ever trod. ’ 

“ I turned my back on all once dear, for the memory of that 
voice was in my ears,—‘If you will leave father and mother, 
you shall have eternal life, ’ and selling my household treas¬ 
ures, wrapped my child in my cloak (for the weather was bit¬ 
ter cold) and started on my long journey around the Horn. 

‘“Of all the unpleasant memories, not one half so bitter as 
that dreary six months’ voyage in an emigrant ship. We 



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were so closely crowded that the heat of the Tropics was terri¬ 
ble, but ’mid all our trials the object of our journey was never 
forgotten. The living faith was there and w T as often manifested. 
I remember w T ell one dreadful storm during which we had to 
be hatched below, as the waves broke over the ship, and 
filled our staterooms. 

“ ‘While the elements were raging above, and w T e below 
were being tossed about like feathers, the good old captain 
came down among us wearing a solemn countenance. W e 
tried to gather around him; he said to us : ‘ My friends, there 

is a time in a man’s life when it is fitting to prepare to die, 
and that time has come to us; I have done all I can do, but, 
unless God interposes we must go down .’ A good sister an¬ 
swered, ‘ Captain, we were sent to California and we shall go 
there.’ He went up stairs, saying, ‘ These people have a faith I 
have not. ’ And so it proved. We outrode the storm, we 
endured another off Cape Horn; we stopped and buried one 
of our dear sisters, a mother of seven children, (Mrs. Good¬ 
win) at Juan Fernandez, and at last reached our new home, 
the last day of July, 1846, to find a country at war with our 
own government, a country barren and dreary, so unlike the 
California of to-day, but we trusted in God and he heard our 
prayers; and when I soaked the mouldy ship bread purchased 
from the whaleships lying in the harbor, (returned from a 
four years’ cruise) and fried it in the tallow taken from the 
rawhides lying on the beach, God made it sweet to me and to 
my child, for on this food I w T eaned her. I used to think of 
Hagar and her babe, and of the God who watched over them, 
and again I remembered the voice and the words it spoke 
unto me—and took courage. 

“ ‘From that day to this, I can bear my testimony to all the 
world that I have known, and still know, this is the work of 
God and will exalt us if we seek to know His will, and know¬ 
ing it, do it. ’ 

“My mother’s testimony, written at my request, was the 
last w T ork performed by her hand. After finishing, she ac¬ 
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her frame and morning found her sick with pneumonia. From 
that bed she was borne seven days later, from the earthly gaze 
of children and friends forever. They called it death, but to 
her it was the reward promised, and recorded by her own 
hand—‘ Eternal Life.’ 

“ My mother had kept a daily journal on the ship, Brooklyn , 
also the first five or six years in San Francisco, calling it ‘ The 
Early Annals of California. ’ This I considered invaluable 
from the reliability and the fullness of its historic matter and 
data, and after her demise I searched for it but it was gone. 
This I thought strange indeed, for ?he had assured me of its 
preservation about eighteen months before her last illness. I 
have heard her relate many incidents of those times. Once when 
nearly famished, (hostilities not yet being concluded between 
Mexico and the United States,) two men ventured outside the 
town to lasso one of the cattle browsing so near them, but 
were themselves caught by cruel Mexicans in ambush, and 
killed and quartered, their bodies left lying on the sand in view 
of the wretched inhabitants. At another time a Mexican was 
intercepted and searched. In one boot was found an order 
from General Castro, to attack by night and kill everything 
above four years old that could speak English. The messen¬ 
ger was buried in the sand. After awhile the native women 
became curious, and some of them ventured past the guard 
after dark, and being touched with compassion, returned in 
the same cautious manner, with bottles of leche (milk) slung 
around their w T aists under their flounced dress skirts, and tor¬ 
tillas (flour and water cakes) concealed beneath their revosas 
(mantles,) for the women and children Soon after the land¬ 
ing the brethren strayed around, glad to be on land and 
looking to see what they could find. ‘Any fruit?’ asked one 
of a returning comrade. ‘Yes,’ said he, ‘grape, lots of ’em. ’ 
There was a rush off in that direction and a fruitless search. 
Being sharply questioned, he pulled a handful of grape shot 
out of his pocket, which he had picked up from the scene of a 
recent engagement. The same day a gentleman passenger, 
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me, saying: ‘Little lady, I herewith present yon the first bou¬ 
quet ever offered by a white man to a white woman in Yerba 
Buena. ’ Yerba Buena was the original name of San Francisco, 
and means ‘good herb’—from a kind of pennyroyal growing 
wild there at that time. My mother kept the flowers many 
years and told me the story over their odorless ashes. My father 
and mother with many of the Saints, (sixteen families) moved 
from the ship into the ‘old adobie,’ partitioned off with quilts. 
Soon after he rented a house, but the largest room was re¬ 
quired of him as a hospital for the wounded soldiers; the next 
largest for a printing office. The press was an old Spanish 
press, and there being no W in that alphabet, they used to 
turn the M upside down. My mother used to help decipher 
the dispatches, many of them being written on the battlefield 
with a burnt stick or coal. 

“ Her first Christmas dinner in San Francisco consisted of 
a quart of beans and a pound of salt pork, which the hospital 
steward brought to her; he told her he would be flogged if it 
became known. In after days he became her steward. One 
day Hr. Poet, surgeon Of the navy, brought my mother a slice 
of ham, a drawing of tea and a lump of butter about the size 
of a walnut. Hr. Poet had told my father where he could pur¬ 
chase half a barrel of flour. After baking some flour and water 
cakes between two tin plates in the ashes, my mother brought 
her dear friend, Mrs. Bobbins, (now in this city,) to share the 
repast. Said Mrs. Bobbins: ‘ Mrs. Joyce, isn’t this like 

Boston? ’ This was just after living for six months on mouldy 
shipbread. I have heard her say that often she was so hungry 
she would willingly have walked ten miles to obtain a slice of 
bread. Soon after this my mother helped to take care of the 
£ Honner Party, ’ who were found partly frozen and so famished 
that they were eating their dead companions. The girl she 
tended, told her that they grew to like it, and she had helped 
eat her brother. The true stories they told are too dreadful to 
repeat, particularly as some of them are still living. The 
Mormon Battallion came ; peace was declared, the gold mines 
were discovered, and the circumstances of the Saints were 



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changed from isolation and famine to wealth and grandeur. 
My father became very wealthy, but prosperity caused his 
apostacy. My grandfather, and uncle, John Perkins, both 
sea captains, came to see my mother. I well remember sitting 
on grandpa’s knee and learning my alphabet from the large 
family Bible spread before him, he being my teacher. I often 
recall also the long evenings when Uncle John held me on his 
knee and sang the strange, pathetic, old-fashioned sea songs 
of which he knew so many and sang them so sweetly; I used 
to nestle closer to him, half frightened, and at last fall asleep. 
I remember one was, t ’Twas dowm in the lowlands a poor boy 
did wander, ’ and I have never heard it since. 

“ In Boston my mother was called ‘ The Mormon nightin¬ 
gale. 9 Strangers indifferent to the Gospel would say, ‘ Let us 
go to Boylston Hall and hear the singing. ’ A gentleman of 
fortune offered to take her to Italy and educate her in singing, 
at the same time that Adelaide Philips (his protege) went, but 
her destiny was upon another stage, to sing the hymns of the 
newly-restored Gospel; and many have thought that she sang 
them as one inspired. Her rendering of Wm. Clayton’s hymn, 
‘The Resurrection Hay,’ will be remembered by all who ever 
heard it. She purchased the first melodeon brought to San 
Francisco, (by a Mr. Washington Holbrook,) thereby causing 
a sensation among the wives of the ministers of five denomin¬ 
ations, who each wantedit for their church. She w’ent, during 
the ravages of the cholera, in San Francisco, and gathered 
together sixty orphan children, providing for them until a 
building spot, material and means were collected by subscrip¬ 
tion; and was one of the Board of managers of the. Protestant 
Orphan Asylum thus originated and founded. I remember 
going with her and hearing the children sing, ‘ The Watcher,’ 
a song of poverty and death. At the expiration of one year 
some of the ladies objected to having a Mormon officer among 
them, ‘ not considering Mormonism a religion at all,’ although 
quite willing to accept the continuance of her contributions. 
She however found a larger and more congenial field of labor; 
brethren going on their missions, their families left behind in 
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Utah, received her prompt remembrance. Also seeds, trees, 
&c., she sent to Utah spring and fall, through more than 
twenty years. My only sister was born in San Francisco, 
August, 1847, and died in St. George, Mrs. Helen F. Judd, 
one of the truest Saints I ever knew. In San Francisco Parley 
P. Pratt was a guest at my mother’s house. She had loaned 
the Book of Mormon to a gentleman belonging to the Custom 
House; Colonel Alden A. M. Jackson. He had been in the 
Mexican War, at the battle of Buena Vista, and was w T ith 
General Scott and Zachary Taylor through that campaign. 
He had two horses killed under him and received injuries that 
lasted throughout his life. When he returned the book he 
said he had read it day and night until finished, and wished to 
know where he could find a minister of the Mormon Church. 
She invited him to come that evening and meet the Apostle, 
author and poet, Parley P. Pratt. The gentlemen became so 
interested in their theme that my mother left the room without 
disturbing them, and giving a servant instructions to attend to 
Mr. Pratt’s room, etc., retired. Descending the stairs next 
morning she heard Brother Pratt conversing, the lamp still 
burning. ‘Good morning, gentlemen,’ said she; Brother 
Pratt looked up—‘Is it morning?’ Colonel Jackson walked 
to the window—‘Yes,’ said he, ‘another day has dawned, 
and another day has dawned for me—a beautiful one. ’ Brother 
Pratt looked out upon the garden and said significantly, ‘ It 
only needs water to complete the picture. ’ Colonel Jackson 
replied, ‘I understand you, I am ready.’ Turning to my 
mother Brother Pratt asked, ‘ bister Joyce, have you renewed 
your covenants? A number are going to the North Beach 
to-morrow, will you go?’ and she answered thoughtfully, ‘Ten 
years ago last night I was baptized in the Atlantic at midnight; 
to-morrow I will be baptized in the Pacific.’ 

“My own parents had been separated since my father’s 
apostacy. A few months after her baptism she moved to San 
Bernardino and there began building a beautiful home. Col¬ 
onel Jackson, on his way to Utah was delayed, waiting for a 
train to cross the deserts, and my mother being his only ac- 



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quaintance, he often sought her society, and at last determined 
to win her if possible, and some three years after their first 
acquaintance they were married. Never was a kinder father 
than he. Years added to years drew us all nearer to each 
other. 

“ In 1856, at the time of the Utah War, an armed mob of 
twenty-two men visited the four remaining Mormon families 
in San Bernardino, and calling father out from breakfast, 
ordered him to leave town with his family by nine o’clock. 
He replied he would not do it, prefacing and concluding the 
reply in language more forcible than elegant. They planted 
an old cannon on the public square, fired it off, rode around 
and threatened a great deal. Father’s law office fronted the 
square; he went as usual to it, andinthe afternoon they made 
a bonfire outside and coming in to him told him they intended 
to burn him alive. He continued writing, only telling them 
if they disturbed his papers he would send daylight through 
them. They left. When we were all ready to start for Utah, 
enemies obtained a writ from the court prohibiting my sister 
and I from leaving the State before we were of age. We were 
among enemies and powerless. My mother said, ‘ If we can’t 
go, our property shall,’ and with father’s consent divided 
goods, provisions, arms and ammunition with the poor who 
could go. In 1864, my mother, sister and I came to Utah on 
a visit, returned here in 1867. In 18681 was appointed Secretary 
of the Relief Society in St. George. In 1869 our parents 
brought us ‘to the city’ to receive our endowments, for which 
our joy and gratitude was beyond expression. I remained 
here, they returned to St. George where my sister married. 
In 1870 I became the second wife of George W. Crocheron. I 
believed I should better please my Heavenly Father by so 
doing than by marrying otherwise. Any woman, no matter 
how selfish, can be a first and only wife, but it takes a great 
deal more Christian philosophy and fortitude and self-discipline 
to be a wife in this order of marriage; and I believe those who 
choose the latter when both are equally possible, and do right 
therein, casting out all selfishness, judging self and not another, 



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have attained a height, a mental power, a spiritual plane above 
those who have not. To do this is to overcome that which has its 
roots in selfishness, and it can be done if each will do what is 
right. In November, 1870, I was appointed Secretary of the 
Young Ladies Mutual Improvement Association of the Ninth 
Ward,which position I filled till home duties compelled my res¬ 
ignation. At times during thirteen years I have reported,in the 
sisters’ meetings, chiefly those of the Fourteenth Ward. In 
1876 our father died, and in five weeks after our mother fol¬ 
lowed him. Their graves are side by side in the valley of St. 
George, as beautiful as we could make them. 

4 ‘In 1878 I was appointed, and later, set apart and blessed 
to labor as Secretary of the Young Ladies Mutual Improve¬ 
ment Association for the Salt Lake Stake of ZioD, which 
position I strive to honorably fill. In 1880. by the advice and 
aid of my friends I published a volume of poems, ‘Wild Flow¬ 
ers of Deseret,’ which was kindly received, the entire edition 
being sold within tw T o years. The design of the picture Rep¬ 
resentative Women of Deseret, appeared to me one night as I 
rose from family prayers. I had not thought of it before. 
This book of biographical sketches to accompan}^ it was an 
after thought. Many suppose that Mormon women are not 
encouraged in their abilities, are perhaps repressed. This has 
not been so in my case, or in my observations of others. 
Both encouragement and help have been given me by friends, 
by those in authority, and my husband has also encouraged 
and assisted me in every w T ay in his power. 

“ I am the mother of three boys and tw 7 o girls, born in the 
Ne w and Everlasting Covenant, and consecrated to my Creator 
before I ever held them in my arms or pressed a mother’s kiss 
upon their little faces. Myself and all that are mine to give 
are dedicated to the service of God, praying that He will help 
us to be worthy of His acceptance. ” 



HELEN MAR WHITNEY. 


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HELEN MfiR WHITNEY, 

Helen Mar Whitney was the third child of Heber Chase 
Kimball and his wife, Yilate Murray, and was born inMendon, 
Munro County, New York, August 22, 1828. Their ancestors 
w T ere among the Pilgrims and her kindred prided themselves 
that they were descended from a noble stock. Though they 
cared little for nobility and rank, they were x>roud to know 
that their grandsires who would not submit to tyranny and 
oppression, helped to gain them independence, and that their 
descendants were noble, hard working, self-sacrificing and 
conscientious people, who believed in rising by their own 
merits. Many of her ancestors died fighting for the liberty 
which is denied to some of their children, by men who have 
usurped authority and become oppressors. She was five years 
old when her parents removed to Kirtland, Ohio. In the 
winter of 1837, she was baptized by Brigham Young, her 
father cutting the ice for that purpose. 

She inherited a reverence for the Supreme Being and always 
received the best teachings from her parents. Her father's 
time was mostly spent in the ministry. On his return from a 
European mission, he heard Joseph teach the principle of 
celestial marriage, and was commanded by Joseph to take a 
certain lady for his second wife. He felt as though he could 
not obey this and live in it, and must be released from the 
command, and he expressed the same to Joseph, who went 
and inquired of the Lord, and receiving an answer, command¬ 
ed him the third time before he obeyed. Her mother bore 
testimony that she also went to the Lord and plead with Him 
to show her the cause of her husband's trouble, which his 
haggard face and wretched days and nights betrayed and he 
dared not tell her. He told her to go to the Lord and she did 



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so, and He answered their prayers. She saw a vision and 
the principle was revealed to her in all its glory. She saw 
the woman that he had taken, and she went to him and told 
him what the Lord had shown her. She said' she never saw 
him so happy, and he cried for joy. She took the second wife 
to her bosom, and from that time an unkind word never passed 
between them. Helen knew nothing of the order till June, 
1843, wher her father revealed it to her. She says of this: 
“ Had I not known he loved me too tenderly to introduce any¬ 
thing that was not strictly pure and exalting in its tendencies j 
I could not have believed such a doctrine. I could have sooner 
believed that he would slay me, than teach me an impure 
principle. I heard the Prophet teach it more fully, and in the 
presence of my father and mother. 

“On the 3rd of February, 1846, I was married to H. K. 
Whitney, eldest son of N. K. Whitney, by Brigham Young. 
We were the last couple sealed in the Temple at Nauvoo. We 
were among the exiles who crossed the river on the 16th of the 
same month, intending to go over to the Rocky Mountains that 
year. But when the government demanded the strength of 
our companies to fight for them, we had to seek a place to 
quarter for the winter. I was sick most of the time while 
there. Some of the journey we had to walk, and our food be¬ 
ing poor and scant, the infant and the aged, all classes, were 
swept off by death—the latter by scurvy and sheer exhaustion. 
The next year my husband was one of those chosen to go as a 
pioneer, and he had to go though the day of trial was upon 
me. 

“ Our first born, a lovely girl baby, was buried there—we 
could not both live; but during those dark hours I had friends 
and the Lord was there. We had but few men, mostly aged 
and disabled, but to see the union of the sistars; the fasting 
and prayers for the preservation of our battallion and the 
pioneers; and for the destroyer to be stayed; the great and 
marvelous manifestations, even the power of the resurrection, 
experienced there—proved that they were encircled by a 
mighty power, and that The prayers of the righteous availeth 



HELEN MAR WHITNEY. 


Ill 


much.’ I will mention one circumstance to show the heavenly 
spirit that dwelt with us there, and also the power of the de¬ 
stroyer, which none who witnessed could misunderstand. 

“We were struggling with the evil one who had laid his 
grasp upon the babes—one was my mother’s, the other, Sarah 
Ann’s, (one of my father’s wives). We all felt that we must 
part with one, as one would no sooner get relief than the other 
would be w T orse, and after a time mother asked the Lord, if 
agreeable to His will, to take hers and spare the other, as she 
had other children, and Sarah Ann had but this one. But He 
chose to take the latter. Should not this teach us a lesson? 
and where could such love be found, only in the hearts of 
Saints f 

“ Many weeks I remained feeble, but I had received the 
promise that I should be healed, and one morning Sister Per¬ 
ris Young, on whom the spirit had rested all night, to come 
and administer to me; came and under her administration, 
with my mother, I was made whole. 

“ Those were trying days, when one meal was eaten we 
knew not where we were to get the next, but w T e neither 
wanted for food nor raiment. We had not heard from the 
pioneers since they left till they were returning, and the news 
was that they w T ere short of teams and without breadstuff, 
and a long way from home. Our feelings can better be 
imagined than described, for w T e had little enough ourselves, 
but we lifted our hearts to God, and I can call it nothing less 
than miraculous, a supply was soon furnished and men and 
teams started to meet them. The next spring all were prepar¬ 
ing to move, and as I was helping to put on my wagon cover I 
came near fainting and was prostrated on my bed from that 
time. I had a baby boy born on the 17th of August, but he 
was buried on the 22nd, my twentieth birthday. This was 
the worst part of our journey, the roads being rough and 
rocky. I mourned incessantly, and that with my intense 
bodily sufferings soon brought me to death’s door, but it was 
shorn of its sting. I was cold, but oh, how peaceful, as I lay 
there painless and my breath passing so gently away; I felt as 



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though I was wafting on the air and happy in the thought of 
meeting so soon with my babes where no more pain or sorrow 
could come. I had talked with my husband and father who 
were weeping as I took a parting kiss from all but my poor 
mother, who was the last one called and had sunk upon her 
knees before me. This distressed me, but I bade her not 
mourn for she would not be long behind me. My words struck 
father like a sudden thunderbolt, and he spoke with a mighty 
voice and said—‘ Vilate, Helen is not dying!’ but my breath 
which by this time had nearly gone, stopped that very instant, 
and I felt his faith and knew that he was holding me; and I 
begged him to let me go as I thought it very cruel to keep me, 
and believed it impossible for me to live and ever recover. The 
destroyer was then stirred up in anger at being cheated out of 
his victim and he seemed determined to wreak his vengeance 
upon us all. No one but God and the angels to whom I owe 
my life and all I have, could know the tenth part of what I 
suffered. I never told anybody and I never could. A keener 
taste of misery and woe, no mortal, I think, could endure. 
For three months I lay a portion of the time like one dead, 
they told me; but that did not last long. I was alive to my 
spiritual condition and dead to the world. I tasted of the 
punishment which is prepared for those who reject any of the 
principles of this Gospel. Then I learned that plural mar¬ 
riage was a celestial principle, and saw the difference between 
the power of God’s priesthood and that of Satan’s and the 
necessity of obedience to those who hold the priesthood, and 
the danger of rebelling against or speaking lightly of the 
Lord’s annointed. 

“ I had, in hours of temptation, when seeing the trials of my 
mother, felt to rebel. I hated polygamy in my heart, I had 
loved my baby more than my God, and mourned for it unrea¬ 
sonably. All my sins and shortcomings were magnified before 
my eyes till I believed I had sinned beyond redemption. Some 
may call it the fruits of a diseased brain. There is nothing 
without a cause, be that as it may, it was a keen reality tome. 
During that season I lost my speech, forgot the names of 



HELEN MAR WHITNEY. 


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everybody and everything, and was living in another sphere, 
learning lessons that would serve me in future times to keep 
me in the narrow way. I was left a poor wreck of what I had 
been, but the Devil with all his cunning, little thought that 
he was fitting and preparing my heart to fulfill its destiny. 
My father said that Satan desired to clip my glory and was 
quite willing I should die happy; but when he was thwarted 
he tried in every possible way to destroy my tabernacle. 
President Young said that the mountains through w 7 hich we 
passed were filled with the spirits of the Gadianton robbers 
spoken of in the Book of Mormon. The Lord gave father faith 
enough to hold me until I was capable of exercising it for 
myself. I was so weak that I was often discouraged in trying 
to pray, as the evil spirits caused me to feel that it was no use: 
but the night after the first Christmas in this valley, I had my 
last struggle and resolved that they should buffet me no longer. 
I fasted for one week, and every day I gained till I had won 
the victory and I was just as sensible of the presence of holy 
spirits around my bedside as I had been of the evil ones. It 
w T ould take up too much room to relate my experience with 
the spirits, but New Year’s eve, after spending one of the 
happiest days of my life I was moved upon to talk to my 
mother. I knew her heart was weighed down in sorrow and 
I was full of the holy Ghost. I talked as I never did before, 
I was too weak to talk with such a voice (of my own strength), 
beside, I never before spoke with such eloquence, and she 
knew that it was not myself. She was so affected that she 
sobbed till I ceased. I assured her that father loved her, but 
he had a work to do, she must rise above her feelings and 
seek for the Holy Comforter, and though it rent her heart she 
must uphold him, for he in taking other wives had done it 
only in obedience to a holy principle. Much more I said, and 
when I ceased, she wiped her eyes and told me to rest. I had 
not felt tired till she said this, but commenced then to feel my¬ 
self sinking away. I silently prayed to be renewed, when 
my strength returned that instant. 

“ New Year’s day father had set apart to fast and pray, and 
they prepared a feast at evening. I had prayed that I might 



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gain a sure testimony that day that I was acceptable to God, 
and my father, when he arose to speak, was so filled with His 
power, that he looked almost transfigured ! He turned to me 
and spoke of my sufferings and the blessings I should receive 
because of the same. He prophesied of the great work that I 
should do, that I should live long and raise honorable sons 
and daughters that would rise up and call me blessed, and 
should be a comfort to my mother in her declining years, and 
many more things which I have fulfilled. Many who knew 
me then have looked at me and seen me working with my 
children around me, w T ith perfect amazement and as one who 
had been dead and resurrected. 

“ I lost three babes before I kept any, (two boys and girl). 
My first to live was Yilate, she grew to womanhood and was 
taken. Orson F. was my next, who has been appointed 
Bishop of the Eighteenth Ward. I had four more daughters, 
then a son, my last a little girl who died at five years of age; 
being eleven in all. My parents have left me and my heart 
has been wrung to the utmost, yet I have said —Thy will 0 
God , be done. Persons have sometimes wondered at my calm¬ 
ness and endurance, but I think they would not had they 
passed through the same experience. 

“ I have encouraged and sustained my husband in the celes¬ 
tial order of marriage because I knew it was right. At various 
times I have been healed by the washing and annointing, 
administered by the mothers in Israel. I am still spared to 
testify to the truth and Godliness of this work; and though 
my happiness once consisted in laboring for those I love, the 
Lord has seen fit to deprive me of bodily strength, and taught 
me to ‘cast my bread upon the waters’ and after many days 
my longing spirit was cheered with the knowledge that He had 
a work for me to do, and with Him, I know that all things are 
possible. 

“ Almost my first literary effort was inspired by the reading 
of the various opinions of men published in our dailies, upon 
woman’s disabilities, etc.; and my continuing is due to the 
advice and urgent wishes of many of my sisters. 



HELEN MAR WHITNEY. 


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“ On March 10, 1882, I was chosen by Sister M. I. Horne 
and nominated to act as her Counselor in the Relief Society 
of this stake of Zion in place of Sister S. M. Hey wood (deceased) 
and God grant that I may come up to her standard and be 
able to labor faithfully with my sisters yet many years, in 
relieving and comforting the tried and afflicted, and enlighten¬ 
ing the minds of those who are in darkness concerning the 
things of God and His people.’’ 


It is but appropriate and just to add to the brief sketch of 
Helen Mar Whitney’s life, a brief record of her son, the eldest 
of her living children. 

Orson F. Whitney was born in Salt Lake City, July 1, 1855. 
Was called on his first mission during the October Conference 
of 1876. Left home for Pennsylvania November 6th following. 
Remained in Pennsylvania about five months, laboring with 
Elder A. M. Musser, and visited Washington just prior to the 
inauguration of President Hayes. Early in the spring of 1877 
went alone down to Ohio, where he remained about one year, 
preaching and baptizing, and visiting relatives in and around 
Kirtland, (his father’s birthplace). Was released from his 
mission in the spring of 1878, and returned home early in 
April. Was appointed a home missionary immediately on 
his return, and also obtained a situation in the Deseret News 
office. 

July 14th, was ordained a High Priest, (previously was a 
Seventy) and set apart to preside as bishop of the Eighteenth 
Ward, being the youngest bishop in the Salt Lake Stake of 
Zion, succeeding Bishop L. D. Young, resigned. August 10th 
of same year succeeded Elder John Nicholson as city editor 
of the Deseret News , he having been called to Europe on a 
mission. Before this he had labored as a collector and under¬ 
clerk in the business office of that establishment. During his 
sojourn in the States he had corresponded with the Salt Lake 
Herald , the Woman’s Exponent and the News , to the latter by 
the direct invitation of President Brigham Young, who had 




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noticed his writings to the other papers and urged him to 
cultivate his literary ability. Previously he had scarcely 
dared to hope he possessed any. He says of this; “I owe 
much to the kind encouragement of President Young for what 
little I have yet achieved in that direction. ” 

December 18, 1879, was married to Zina B. Smoot, daughter 
of President Y 0. and Mrs. Emily Smoot. In February, 1880, 
was elected to the City Council and held the office of a Coun¬ 
cilor until called on his second mission, whither he w T ent 
before his office term had expired. In July, 1880, was ap¬ 
pointed by a committee having in charge the arrangement of a 
programme to celebrate the fiftieth anniversary of the Church 
(year of jubilee,) to write a poem for the occasion. The poem 
— 1 “ Jubilee of Zion, ” was read in the Tabernacle by Colonel 
David McKenzie, on the 24th of July, the Jubilee Celebration 
and the regular Pioneer Day Celebration being blended. 
Prior to this he had published a pamphlet containing two 
poems, “ Land of Shinehah ” and the “ Women of the Ever¬ 
lasting Covenant, ” and had contributed various efforts in 
verse to our local papers, besides other articles in prose to the 
Contributor and Herald, at the same time laboring regularly 
upon the News as local editor. April, 1880 (antedating the 
above), the Home Dramatic Club was organized with 0. F. 
Whitney as President. 

October, 1880, the first child of Bishop Whitney, a son, was 
born. June 20, 1881, at a meeting of the General Committee on 
celebration of the 4th of July, Bishop Whitney was chosen 
Orator of the Day, and prepared the oration, the assassination 
of President Garfield on the 2nd of July put a stop to the 
celebration, and consequently to the carrying out of the pro¬ 
gramme. October Conference, 1881, was called on a mission 
to England and left October 24th; sailed from New York 
November 1st, and landed on the 10th. Appointed to the 
London Conference, labored there four months; then called 
to Liverpool to succeed Elder C. W. Stayner in the editorial 
department of the Millennial Star. Labored there nearly a 
year, then was released to travel in the ministry. Released 



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to return home with the June company, 1883. Visited Scot¬ 
land and France and sailed for home June 20th. Landed in 
New York Sunday, July 1st, the very day and date of his 
birth, twenty-eight years before. Reached home July 7, 1883, 
and has resumed his position as city editor of the Deseret 
Evening News. 


LETTERS UT HEBER C, KIMBALL, 

For the consideration of those unacquainted with him, who 
through misreport have been led to regard Heber C. Kimball 
as a man of stern rule and cold nature, I append two letters 
written by him to his beloved first wife, Vilate, (a name that 
is revered in our people’s remembrance) showing in true light 
his own feelings upon the principle of plural marriage and 
vindicating and honoring him by this testimony from his own 
secret heart and lips, better than the words of another, no 
matter how faithful or true or ardent that friend might be. 
Thus will be shown to the world three generations of a family 
who are representatives of our people and faith; Heber, one 
whom God chose as one of the first to aid in founding and up¬ 
building His Church and Kingdom in the last dispensation; 
Helen, his cherished and heroic daughter, and Orson, her son, 
worthy representative of his mother and grandfather. The 
inspiration in Heber’s life has not died out in theirs, the work 
has not slackened, the line of march is still onward and 
upward. The first copy bears date of 

“ October 23, 1842. 

“ My Dear Vilate: 

“I am at Brother Evan Green’s. We have held all our 
conferences, have had two meetings to-day, it being the Sab¬ 
bath. Some have been added to the Church and prejudice 
is considerably laid. Monday we shall go to Jacksonville, 
then on to Springfield. 1 shall be home in two or three weeks 
if the Lord wills it so. Since I left you it has been a time of 
much reflection. I felt as though I was a poor weak creature 
in and of myself, and only on God can I rely for support. I 
have been looking back over my past life before I heard the 




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Gospel. It makes me shrink into nothing and to wish I had 
always been a righteous man from my youth, but we have an 
advocate with the Father, and I can look hack since I came 
into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, with a 
degree of pleasure, hut I can see if I had more knowledge I 
could have done better in many points. * * I feel as though 

I had rather die to-day than be left to transgress one of His 
laws, or to bring disgrace upon the cause which I have em¬ 
braced, or a stain upon my character; and my prayer is day 
by day that God would take me to Himself rather than I 
should be left to sin against Him, or betray my dear brethren 
who have been true to me and to God the Eternal Father, and 
I feel to pray to Thee, 0 Lord, to help thy poor servant to be 
true to Thee all the days of my life, that I may never be left 
to sin against Thee or against Thy annointed, or any that love 
thee, that I may have wisdom and knowledge how to gain Thy 
favor at all times, for this is my desire, and that these bless¬ 
ings may rest upon my dear companion, and when we have 
done Thy work on this Thy footstool, that Thou wouldst re¬ 
ceive us into that kingdom where Abraham, Isaac and Jacob 
and all the holy prophets have gone, that we may never be 
separated any more, and before I should be left to betray my 
brethren in any case, let Thy servant come unto Thee in Thy 
Kingdom and there have the love of my youth, and the little 
ones Thou has given me. * * Now, my dear Yilate, stand 
by me even unto death, and when you pray, pray that I may 
hold out to the end. * * My heart aches for you and some¬ 
times I can hardly speak without weeping, and that before my 
brethren: for I have a broken heart and my head is a fountain 
of tears. My life in this world is short at the longest, and I 
do not desire to live one day only to do good and to make you 
happy and bring up our little children in the ways of the Lord, 
and my prayer is that they may be righteous from the least 
to the greatest. * * The world has lost its charms for me, 
and I want to seek for that rest which remains for the people of 
God. I never had a greater desire to be a man of God than at 
the present, that I may know my acceptance with Him. ” 



HELEN MAR WHITNEY. 


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“Springfield, October 25th. 

“ My Dear Companion: 

“ I have just returned from the office where I found a 
letter from you, and I need not tell you that it was a sweet 
morsel to me. I could weep like a child if I could get away by 
myself, to think that I for one moment have been the means 
of causing you any sorrow; I know that you must have many 
bad feelings and I feel to pray for you all the time, I assure 
you that you have not been out of my mind many minutes at 
a time since I left you. My feelings are of that kind that it 
makes me sick at heart, so that I have no appetite to eat. My 
temptations are so severe it seems sometimes as though I 
should have to lay down and die, I feel as if I should sink be¬ 
neath it. I go into the woods ever}^ chance I have, and pour 
out my soul before God that He would deliver me and blass you, 
my dear wife, and the first I would know I would be in tears ? 
weeping like a child about you and the situation I am in ; but 
what can I do but go ahead? My dear Vilate, do not let it 
cast you down, for the Lord is on our side; this I know from 
what I see and realize and I marvel at it many times. You 
are tried and tempted and I am sorry for you, for I know how 
to pity you. I can say that I never suffered more in all my 
life than since these things came to pass; and as 1 have said 
so say I again, I have felt as if I should sink and die. Oh 
my God! I ask Thee in the name of Jesus to bless my dear 
Vilate and comfort her heart and deliver her from tempta¬ 
tion and sorrow, and open her eyes and let her see things as 
they are, for Father Thou knowest our sorrow; be pleased to 
look upon Thy poor servant and handmaid, and grant us the 
privilege of living the same length of time that one may not 
go before the other, for Thou knowest that we desire this with 
all our hearts. * * * And then, Father, when we have 

done with our career in this probation,in the one to come may we 
still be joined in one to remain so to all eternities, and what¬ 
ever we have done to grieve Thee be pleased to blot it out, 
and let us be clean and pure before Thee at all times, that w T e 
may never be left to sin or betray anyone that believes on Thy 



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name; save us from all this and let our seeds he righteous; 
incline their hearts to be pure and virtuous, and may this 
extend from generation to generation, let us have favor in 
Thy sight and before Thine angels that we may be w T atched 
over by them and have strength and grace to support us in 
the day of our temptation that we may not be overcome and 
fall. Now my Father, these are the desires of our hearts, and 
wilt Thou grant them to us for Jesus’ sake and to Thy name 
will we give all the glory forever and ever. ” 




ZINA Y. WILLIAMS. 


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ZINA Y, WILLIAMS, 

Daughter of Brigham Young. 

It would be strange indeed,, if after the life and labors of 
Brigham Young, a work of this character should appear, 
lacking the name and record of his descendants. The sons of 
noble men have greater opportunities of adding lustre to their 
father’s name by reason of the advantages which sons possess 
over daughters; yet among our people, women have their 
acknowledged province in which they may distinguish them¬ 
selves, in which their position is not borrowed from the other 
sex, or an infringement upon them; and yet may adorn 
the memory of even Brigham Young. Such a daughter is 
Zina Y. Williams, the original of this sketch. Born in plural 
or celestial marriage, and with an understanding of this con¬ 
dition, as much as any young girl can possess, a wife in the 
same order of marriage. 

Some have said, “Let us see the workings of this system, 
let us see how the next generation will receive it. ” The time 
has come when they can see, and learn that those who under¬ 
stand it best fear it least. The words of the daughter herself, 
it seems to me, should go farther in effect than mine could for 
her. Here is a true picture in the home life of the earliest 
advocates of that ancient principle, restored through Joseph 
Smith, the prophet. I have known Mrs. Williams beneath 
her father’s roof and in her own married home, intimately, 
for eighteen years, and knew the union and love of the band 
of sisters. 

“ I was born April 3rd, 1850, in Salt Lake City. My mother, 
Zina H. Young, was made glad by my presence, her only 
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daughter. My father, President Brigham Young, made me 
welcome ; though he was the father of many others he was as 
much pleased as many men are over their only girl. My 
childhood was clouded with sickness, and one of my earliest 
recollections is of my loving mother holding me in her arms, 
singing a sweet song; with the moonlight streaming over me 
and gazing out upon the full moon I sank to sleep, soothed 
from suffering by her magic care. I was the pet of my two 
brothers and of all my mother’s friends. I knew nothing of 
want or care till the year of famine, (1856) which gave me a 
faint idea of what want was. (All through the Territory families 
were on short rations.) 

“ My father’s family lived in a world of their own, there be¬ 
ing ten girls with not more than four years’ difference in their 
ages. Our father affectionately called us his ‘big ten,’ and 
nowhere on the earth could be found a happier, merrier set of 
children. VV T e attended school and w r ere instructed in music 
and dancing on our own premises. Our mothers taught us to 
respect each other’s rights, as they always set the example by 
treating one another according to the golden rule. A person 
entering the room where we were assembled would be at a 
loss to tell which were the own children of the sisters present. 
We carried out the proverb—‘ Love thy neighbor as thyself, ’ 
literally. When the memorable exodus of 1858 took place, 
my mother was the first woman who left Salt Lake City. In 
company with another of my father’s wives, Lucy B., (as she 
is called,) we started south. This was my first trip from home, 
it seemed like a pleasure trip to me and it was a matter of 
surprise that my dear mother and auntie were not as much 
delighted with the change as we children were; but the sub¬ 
sequent discomforts we were subjected to, and our lonely 
hours spent away from our dearly loved sisters caused many a 
heart pang and we began to realize something of the sacrifices 
made by our people when our enemies came and invaded our 
homes. My mother was the last of father’s family to leave 
Provo, after the return of the people to their former homes. 
On our arrival, after a year’s absence, father asked mother to 



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take charge of four of his little ones whose mother was dead. 
She consented, and this event entirely changed my after life; 
from being the pet and only child I now had to share with 
these motherless children. It was a trial in many ways, but 
my precious mother taught me to be unselfish and thank God 
for all His blessings and not complain, and I am thankful to 
say, following her advice without once alluding to the fact that 
my mother was not their own. Thus it proved to be the best 
lesson of my life, and a great blessing. 

“ My life flowed on in peaceful current, going to school, but 
going upon the stage when quite young greatly impaired my 
health. I married when eighteen. My husband, Thomas 
Williams, had been in my father’s employ in his office, for 
several years; then in the Theatre, where I saw him frequent¬ 
ly, but, as he was much older than I, it never occurred to me 
to fall in love with him. ‘None knew him but to love him, ’ 
the bard wrote, which is true of my husband. I was his 
second wife, and here let me testify that in entering into the 
order of plural marriage, both my husband and myself did so 
from the purest and holiest motives. For six years I was his 
loving wife, bearing two sons, Sterling and Thomas Edgar. 
In July, 1873, my dear husband was called home. None but 
those who are called upon to pass through similar circum¬ 
stances can know the sorrow and anguish it is to part from a 
loving, noble husband and father. 

“ My time now was given principally to my Church duties 
and to the support of my dear children. In all my trials my 
dear mother was my comfort and support. By the advice of 
my father, I went to Sevier County and took up a quarter sec¬ 
tion of land. I went to St. George at the completion of the 
Temple, and met many dear friends and relatives; my father 
was there, and those who were present, will, I believe, never 
forget the heavenly intercourse enjoyed by the Saints wffiile 
thus convened. Shortly after our return to the city, our 
honored father was stricken down with his last sickness. 
Never was there a more solemn scene than that witnessed at 
his death, his family were there, also the head men of the 



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Church. Phjrsicians with their futile skill were standing 
round,the faith and anxiety of the whole Church were centered 
around that dying form and departing soul of God’s Prophet 
at that trying hour. His body unconscious now to pain, was 
there before us, but his noble spirit already saw behind the 
veil which screens from us the immortal spheres. ‘ Joseph! 
Joseph! ’ were his last words, and when he breathed his last 
his face became radient as if molten sunbeams had been 
poured into his veins, giving him an unearthly and celestial 
appearance never to be forgotten by those who surrounded 
his dying couch. After a settlement of our father’s estate I 
removed to Provo in order to give my dear children and my¬ 
self the advantages of attending the Brigham Young Academy. 
In January of this same year, President Taylor sent me, in 
company with Sister Emmeline B. Wells, to visit the Woman’s 
Suffrage Convention held in Washington. After my return I 
began teaching in the Brigham Young Academy, taking charge 
of the young ladies and organizing a work class; also the 
primary department in which position I have been actively 
engaged ever since. The Brigham Young Academy w r as en¬ 
dowed by inspiration by him whose name it bears. Professor 
Karl G. Maeser was called to act as principal at the commence¬ 
ment, and when he asked for instruction from its noble 
founder, he received only this : ‘ Ask God to guide you in all 

things and carry it on under His directions; this is all I have 
to say.’ 

‘ ‘ From that time Professor Maeser has faithfully lived to 
fulfill the wishes of its founder. How he has succeeded is 
demonstrated every year by the hundreds of young men 
and women who there receive for the first time a knowledge 
and testimony of this Gospel. Too much praise cannot be 
bestowed upon the Honorable Board: President A. O. Smoot, 
Harvey ClufF, Wilson H. Dusenberry, Bishop Myron Tanner, 
Bishop Harrington, Bishop Bringhurst and Sister Coray for 
their energy and labor to make this school all that Brigham 
Young intended it should be. 

“In the deeds bestowing a grant upon this institution it is 
plainly stated that the young men be taught mechanism, and 



ZINA Y. WILLIAMS. 


125 


the young ladies domestic duties. In accordance with this 
a young ladies’ department has been organized and we have 
endeavored to carry out this peculiar feature desired by Presi¬ 
dent Young, my beloved father. 

“I have occupied the position of advisor and director to the 
young ladies for the past four years. I have now the advan¬ 
tage of a fine large room built expressly for this branch of 
education. Was called to preside over the Primary Associa¬ 
tions of Provo, am a Counselor to the President of the Young 
Ladies’ Mutual Improvement Association also; and an officer 
in the Provo Silk Association. ” 

While living in Salt Lake City, Mrs. Zina Y. Williams was 
one of the committee superintending the decoration of the great 
Tabernacle. Large classes were taught artificial flower mak¬ 
ing, and thousands of yards of festoons and hanging baskets, 
interspersed with appropriate mottoes and flags made the vast 
ceiling a bower of beauty for many months. She has taught 
decorative work of different kinds in several towns of our 
Territory, possessing a special gift in this direction. 

An energetic spiritual laborer, a loving daughter and faith¬ 
ful wife and mother, she has also a wide circle of sincere 
friends. She was the first of President Young’s daughters to 
manifest prominently in the face of opposition, her willingness 
to unite with the associations organized for the repression of 
extravagance in dress, table expenditure and frivolity, and for 
the cultivation of spiritual knowledge, and mutual improve¬ 
ment. These meetings were regarded with aversion 
and even ridicule, by many, as tending to bring women into 
too great publicity. This proved to be an incorrect idea. 
Sister Williams was one of the earliest spiritual laborers and 
has never faltered or deviated from her line of duty. Presi¬ 
dent Young has other daughters also, who have later become 
officers and actively interested in the Women’s Organizations 
among this people; and they will without doubt, develop 
many of those abilities, which, combined and made subser¬ 
vient to the will of God made the name of Brigham Young 
immortal in history. 



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REPRESENTATIVE WOMEN OF DESERET. 


LDUISE M, WELLS, 

Secretary of Central Organization of the Young Ladies’ 
Mutual Improvement Associations. 

The fact that most of the ladies of this work are of mature, 
and some even advanced years, suggests the thought—what 
of the “rising generation” of this people? How have the 
practical workings of this system which the world can judge 
of only from report and occasional glimpses into its operations, 
but which with the youth of the people is a literal and sole 
experience—affected their ideas and purposes? 

Time, steadfast determination and spiritual progress have 
adjusted all mingled and varied elements of individualities 
and nationalities in those who received the Gospel in scattered 
homes in different parts of the earth, have overcome those 
obstacles (which were such through inexperience in newly re¬ 
stored truths and laws,) and brought all to the proper level of 
their individual sphere of action and usefulness. What a 
piece of master-work has this been! Order out of confusion, 
brotherhood created between stranger races. 

It has been often said, “ that when the old stock dies out, ” 
the world can better judge the worth of our doctrines; if they 
survive and grow in the hearts of the succeeding generation 
their parents did not plant the spiritual tree in lack of wisdom, 
and it will after this test of years prove worthy of the serious 
consideration of those who now deem it beneath their thought¬ 
ful attention. 

More than fifty years have passed since the glorious message 
was first proclaimed to the world; many of those true, noble 
Saints who toiled as builder’s of their Master’s Kingdom have 
finished their work, and with years filled with honors have 



LOUISE M. WELLS. 


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passed on to their rest and reward. A few years more, and 
the witnesses who lived in the days of Joseph and Hyrum 
will he gone, we shall be left to ourselves, their record and 
our God. Who will replace them? Are their posterity fol¬ 
lowing in their footsteps? Yes, beneath the seeming swift 
current of youthtime’s careless indifference runs an undercur¬ 
rent of earnestness, integrity and—yes—royalty of soul. There 
can be found many of our young people who bear the impress 
of their destiny in their daily lives, their numbers are increas¬ 
ing, their works assuming prominence and recognition. 

In connection with the young people’s organizations it is 
due to Miss Louise M. Wells, that a brief record of her history 
and position form part of this work. 

This young lady was born in Salt Lake City, August 27, 
1862. On both her father and mother’s side she is descended 
from families of the old Puritan stock. General Wells’ record 
in Church history is one that earth’s greatest men might be 
proud to possess, and he has received such a tribute of respect 
and love from our people as has rarely been recorded. Her 
mother is the editor of the Woman’s Exponent, but has during 
her lifetime written constantly, amounting indeed to many 
volumes were her writings published; and is exceptionally 
gifted as a poetic writer. With such parents it may be 
reasonably expected that with her inherent endowments 
trained in the influence of the Gospel, with a fine spiritual 
nature, conscientious principles, an amiable disposition and 
quiet, gentle manner, Miss Wells will do credit to her parents 
and her people. 

Of Louie, as she is familiarly called, it is said that when she 
was very young she gave evidence of musical talent by render¬ 
ing in an original style, plaintive melodies admirably suited 
to her voice, and rich in that pathos that always touches the 
heart. With many, singing is an acquired accomplishment, 
with her it is as natural as to the nightingale. Also in her 
childhood she unconsciously disclosed artistic taste by gather¬ 
ing the autumn tinted leaves and grasses from the garden, 
which she arranged in quaint and pretty devices for home 



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adornments. This talent was later cultivated under compe¬ 
tent teachers, when she soon became qualified to give lessons 
privately and in classes, in drawing and painting. Already 
artists of distinction have pronounced her oil paintings of 
sufficient merit to entitle her to enter the Academy of Design 
in New York, and she has been advised to adopt art as a life 
vocation. On the occasion of the Church Jubilee, on Pioneer 
Day, 1880, Miss Wells was selected by the committee to 
represent Art. In 1882, in company with some of her relatives, 
she visited California, and there for the first time saw the 
ocean, one of nature’s grandest pictures. During this visit 
she went through the art galleries of San Francisco. In 1883, she 
with her sister, Mrs. Sears, made a trip to the Eastern States, 
and visited the art galleries and museums of St. Louis, Chicago, 
Cleveland, New York, Boston, Philadelphia and Washington. 
Also had the opportunity of attending the World’s Exposition 
at Boston. While visiting in the East she attended a reunion 
of the Dickinson’s held at Amherst, Massachusetts, as a rep¬ 
resentative of the name, from whom her father descend ed 
through his grandmother, Experience Dickinson. Arriving 
at College Hall, where the reunion was celebrated, she met 
many hundreds of her kindred. Of this family I quote: “ It 

is now almost two hundred and fifty years since Nathaniel 
Dickinson landed at Boston, and prior to 1634 found a home 
at Wethersfield, forty or fifty miles below Amherst. In 1659 
he planted the permanent seat of our family, and deeply rooted 
the name of Dickinson, and here nine succeeding generations 
have risen to call him blessed. Nathaniel Dickinson died at 
Hadley, June 16, 1676. No pencil or artist has .preserved to 
us the semblance of his features, no gravestone marks his 
resting-place. We only know that he sleeps in the only bury- 
ing-ground at Hadley. ” 

At this reunion, which was quite an elaborate affair, a 
congratulatory letter was read from her father, General D. 
H. Wells,which elicited considerable applause, and the Presi¬ 
dent, who had seen the General when visiting Salt Lake City, 
spoke of him in the highest terms'. 



LOUIE M. WELLS. 


129 


Miss Wells was very cordially received by the hundreds of 
Dickinson’s and succeeded in getting the names of many 
of the relatives of the family who are now sleeping in the old 
graveyard at Hadley, and from a “roll of honor” which hung 
upon the wall in the hall where the meeting was held, on 
which were inscribed the names of those who had made them¬ 
selves distinguished. It was singular that this great meeting 
of the Dickinson’s should have convened at the time when 
Miss Louie was visiting her mother’s relatives only a few 
miles from Amherst, giving her an opportunity of meeting her 
father’s kindred. 

Louie visited Nauvoo, also Kirtland, where she went through 
the Temple. She has also proved herself to be a most charm¬ 
ing press correspondent, by contributions to the Exponent 
that touched the heart of every Saint; letters that were as 
beautiful, fresh and sweet as spring-time. She has been 
connected with the Exponent for some time; is a writer 
for the Contributor, has been a member of the Tabernacle 
Choir for several years,and taught a department of Miss Cook’s 
school in 1880 and 1881. 

In June, 1880, Miss Wells was appointed Secretary to the 
Central Organization of the Young Ladies’ Mutual Improve¬ 
ment Associations, Mrs. Elmina S. Taylor, President, a 
position of honor and importance, and which she fulfils with 
dignity and ability. As a Latter-day Saint, the young lady 
is worthy of her position and the love and confidence of her 
friends; and we look forward to her future with happy antici¬ 
pations of beautiful works from her spirit and hand. 

As in this work are represented the venerable silver-haired 
matrons, and the younger wife and mother, it seems beautiful¬ 
ly appropriate that Miss Louie, in her youth and purity,should 
represent the daughters of Israel, looking towards the future 
with eyes of faith and confidence. 


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REPRESENTATIVE WOMEN OP DESERET. 


Explanatory of the Picture 

REPRESENTATIVE WD^EN DF DESERET. 

The first portrait in the first group of the picture, is that of 
Eliza B. Snow Smith, President of the Latter-Day Saints’ 
Women’s Organizations. The second, on the left-hand side 
of the same group, ZinaD. H. Young, First Counselor. Third, 
on the right-hand side, Mary Isabella Horne, Treasurer. 
Fourth, Sarah M. Kimball, Secretary. 

The above are the Presiding Board over all the Latter-Day 
Saints Women’s Organizations. 

At the head of the “Association Group” is, first, Elmina 
S. Taylor, President of the Young Ladies’ Mutual Improve¬ 
ment Associations. Second, Mary A. Freeze, President of 
the Young Ladies Mutual Improvement Association of the 
Salt Lake Stake of Zion. Third, left-hand side, is Louie Felt, 
President of the Primary Associations. Fourth, Ellen C. 
Clawson, President of the Primary Associations of the Salt 
Lake Stake of Zion. 

At the head of the picture, left-hand corner, Phcebe W. 
Woodruff, wife of President Wilford Woodruff. At the right- 
hand corner, Bathsheba W. Smith, wife of President George 
A. Smith. At the left-hand corner, Prescendia L. Kimball, 
a veteran Saint and pioneer. At the right-hand lower corner, 
Elizabeth Howard, Secretary of the Belief Society of the 
Salt Lake Stake of Zion. 




EXPLANATORY, ETC. 


131 


At the head of the fourth group is, Emmeline B. Wells, 
editor of Woman's Exponent. At the right-hand, same group, 
is Romania B. Pratt, M. D. 

Turning now to the four ladies on the left-hand side of the 
picture, the first is Emily Hill Woodmansee, poet. Second, 
right-hand side, Hannah T. King, poet and prose author. 
Third, on the left, Augusta Joyce Crocheron, author, and 
Secretary of the Young Ladies’ Mutual Improvement Associa¬ 
tion of the Salt Lake Stake of Zion. Fourth, Helen Mar 
Whitney, daughter of Heber C. Kimball, and writer of Church 
history and biographies; also First Counselor of the Belief 
Society of the Salt Lake Stake of Zion. 

Returning to the fourth group: third portrait on the left, 
Zina Y. Williams, daughter of Brigham Young, and President 
of the Primary Associations of the Utah Stake of Zion. Fourth, 
is Louie M. Wells, daughter of President D. H. Wells; Sec¬ 
retary of Central Organizations of the Young Ladies’ Mutual 
Improvement Associations. Vocalist and artist. 












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