Soon after organizing, Howard O. Spencer was sustained as president. He was a fearless, good man, but by nature not a financial business man. Later, Thomas Chamberlain, a young, progressive man, developed in the community, presided, and Edward M. Webb, became secretary. Under this capable guidance the association was prospering. But President Brigham Young was the pilot, the guiding star. When he died the master mind was gone. The visible leader, who said, "Unless you are one in temporal things, how can you be one in spiritual things?" and "The way the world does business is a sin, the strong build themselves up by putting the weak ones down." That was the voice of the Good Shepherd to that people, and when that voice was hushed in death, the light was gone--and the community dissolved. It needs the Leadership of the Priesthood to establish the United Order. July 10, 1878. I received a letter from my Brother Franklin giving an account of the death of his son David. He was a lovable boy. I wrote: "Let me rest, for I am weary; tell the children to keep still-- Soon I'll pass the trackless prairie, and will stand on Zion's hill, O, how hard to some the journey! but to me 'tis peace and joy, Truth and purity bring favor, and I've been a faithful boy. Saying thus, he turned him over, gently sank in peaceful rest; Who can doubt that now in glory, David liveth with the blest. O how happy was the passing o'er the desert we call death, Like a ship with fair wind sailing to the Saints' Haven of rest. "To a land of fruit and flowers, where pure fountains ever flow, Where the gentle summer showers cause life-giving food to grow, And we'll find celestial order in that land of fruit and vines-- Fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, 'tis so sacred and divine. Here we are but few in number; there we'll meet a countless throng, And we'll smile, and ask in wonder, how we tarried here so long. "Then we'll see the hidden wisdom of concealing from our view, Light and knowledge, and the vision of our home where all is new. May we all have strength to follow, in this happy painless way; Short the struggle and the sorrow when we leave this house of clay; With our kindred dear to bless us, all the loved ones gathered round, Angels also near to lead us, to the home where Christ is found." I passed Sunday, July 14th, at Satchel. From my journal: "Today we had a most excellent meeting. I had the privilege of giving my testimony to several intelligent strangers. I trust I am sowing seed that will bring a harvest of souls to some future reaper. On July 16th. I walked to Bosham. My health is poor. I wrote as follows: "Elder E. M. Webb, Dear Brother: In answer to yours will say, we are having a fine summer, warm and clear; crops look well, and the oats and barley harvest has commenced. Wheat is also looking golden and ripe. Potato blight is not quite so bad as last year.