History of the Prophet Joseph, by His MotherSmith, Lucy
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History of the Prophet Joseph, by His Mother
Smith, Lucy
Smith, Joseph, Jr., 1805-1844
Previous to our sickness in Quincy, my husband sent Brother Lamoreaux
to Missouri, under strict injunctions to see Joseph and Hyrum, or find
out where they were before he should return. About the time that Lucy
began to walk about a little, Brother Partridge and Brother Morley came
to our house from Lima, to see if Brother Lamoreaux had either written
or returned. When they came we had heard nothing of him, but while
they were with us he arrived in Quincy, and sent us word that he had
seen neither Joseph nor Hyrum. At this information Brother Partridge
was in despair, and said that, when another messenger was to be sent,
he would go himself, as he was instructed. I listened to him some time
in silence; at last the Spirit, which had so often comforted my heart,
again spoke peace to my soul, and gave me an assurance that I should
see my sons before the night should again close over my head. "Brother
Partridge," I exclaimed, in tears of joy, "I shall see Joseph and Hyrum
before tomorrow night." "No, mother Smith," said he, "I am perfectly
discouraged; I don't believe we shall ever see them again in the world.
At any rate, do not flatter yourself that they will be here as soon
as that, for I tell you that you will be disappointed. I have always
believed you before, but I cannot see any prospect of this prophecy
being fulfilled, but, if it is so, I will never dispute your word
again." I asked him if he would stay in town long enough to prove my
sayings whether they were true or false. He promised to do so. Brothers
Partridge and Morley soon afterwards left the house, in order to get
further information upon the subject.
After falling asleep that night, I saw my sons in vision. They were
upon the prairie traveling, and seemed very tired and hungry. They had
but one horse. I saw them stop and tie him to the stump of a burnt
sapling, then lie down upon the ground to rest themselves; and they
looked so pale and faint that it distressed me. I sprang up, and said
to my husband, "Oh, Mr. Smith, I can see Joseph and Hyrum, and they are
so weak they can hardly stand. Now they are lying asleep on the cold
ground! Oh, how I wish that I could give them something to eat!"
Mr. Smith begged me to be quiet, saying that I was nervous; but it was
impossible for me to rest--they were still before my eyes--I saw them
lie there full two hours; then one of them went away to get something
to eat, but not succeeding, they traveled on. This time, Hyrum rode and
Joseph walked by his side, holding himself up by the stirrup leather. I
saw him reel with weakness, but could render him no assistance. My soul
was grieved, I rose from my bed, and spent the remainder of the night
in walking the floor.
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