I cannot help but wish them well, And yet my thoughts I cannot tell. Beginning with Jones, who rang the bell, The "out-door meetings" cried so well, Swelling the audience by his loud tones-- Who can forget the crier, Jones? Next in the list comes Jenkin Thomas, Who pegged men's soles and pegged them honest. His smiling face I loved to see, He always looked so good to me; And if the face is index true To secret thought and actions, too, Then Jenkin Thomas, as sure as grace, Was "predestined" to win the race. And John D. Evans, honest man, Merits a name among the band. Oft has his voice rang on the breeze, Seeking not man, but God, to please. And D. R. Gill, whose voice inspires To actions, worthy of our sires: Small in stature, but large in soul-- His birthright he has never sold; It lies 'mong "Everlasting Hills," By crystal lakes, and mountain rills. In Joseph's land, which, long concealed, By Jehovah's word is now revealed. There honey and milk and oil and wine Are blessings Ephraim's children find; And finding, bless their Father and Cod "For the Strength of the Hills, and the Mountain sod." And now, goodbye to one and all-- Parents, children, great and small. I've said my say, and now I go, The seeds of truth again to sow; Scattering it with liberal hands As I have done in other lands. These smiling faces I'll see no more Until we meet on Zion's shore. Will they forget? and you, dear Kate Wilt ever linger "at the garden gate?" And think of him, who at Ponty Pridd, Proved friend to thee, and brother indeed? Oft will he long for thy voice again-- But, goodbye friends, here's the downward train. On Saturday, June 29th, I went to Lockersley and visited Brother Paddock. At seven p.m. we were visited with one of the heaviest rain storms that ever I have seen. The water seemed to fall in sheets, and soon the streets were like young rivers. Heavy thunder and lightning accompanied the rain. I was thankful that I was under shelter. Sunday, June 30th, I walked into Southampton in time for meeting; found Elder Connelly and friends well. July 2nd, I held evening cottage meeting at Shirley, and had a good time. July 3rd, I went on to Brother Quinton's. Here I parted with Elder Connelly: he walked on to London, while I returned to Southampton. Chapter 26. Conditions at Orderville.--Letter to E. M. Webb, on Politics.--Visit Winchester's Cathedral.--Pass Through the Tower of London.--Letter from President William Budge.--Mobbed at Albourne. July 4, 1878, a quiet peaceable day, I baptized Miss Eliza Combs, also Mrs. Powell and her daughter. It is a comfort, while gleaning, to find, once in a while, a cluster of fruit. I also received letters from home. Newell is very poor in health. I fasted and prayed that he might be healed, and live to be an active worker in the vineyard of our Lord. Today he is an intelligent worker in Church and education lines. Orderville, May 21, 1878.