He had traveled far, had labored wide, A light to the meek, to the blind a guide. With a noble, untiring, unselfish stride He stemmed the rush of sin's evil tide. The ancient prophets, oracles of God, Burst into life, at the touch of his rod. Thousands, yea millions, shall add to his fame When they read the works that emblazon his name. For, loved and cherished by all good men Are the heaven-born truths he faithfully penned, His children's children on earth shall abound, When the murderer's seed shall nowhere be found. A month later, on Sunday, Oct 4, 1857, I had the pleasure of meeting in conference at Palawai, island of Lanai, with elders and native Saints. On this day, three years and one week before, I had landed at Honolulu. How quickly the time had passed! We had three excellent meetings on that day. All the missionaries bore their testimonies, some of the Saints wept, and the hearts of all were softened by the Spirit of God. Oh, how my heart beats with love, even today for these trusting dark-skinned Saints, who, with tears in their eyes pressed around us, each one eager to clasp the hand they might clasp no more in this life. May the God of Abraham ever bless the Saints of Hawaii. At this time the papers from the United States were full of boastful predictions as to what the government was about to do with the Mormons of Utah. Lo, the whelps of Missouri loudly boast, And a "Harney" echoes from plain to hill, While every ass that's seeking a post Is loudly braying the Mormons to kill! But Brigham with a steady hand Guides Zion's Ship of State aright, And with Jehovah's helping hand, She'll weather the seas on this stormy night. During the preceding three months the elders who came in 1854 had been released, a few at a time; and as fast as they had been able to get means, they had quietly sailed for home. On the 4th of October, 1857, after having labored three years, I also was released. Accordingly, as soon as conference was over, I crossed the channel in a whale boat to Molokai. I had not a cent in my pocket, and was poorly clothed. I worked one month for Mr. Meyers, a German whose acquaintance I had made while presiding over the Molokai conference. For this service I received twenty dollars. I next sold my gold pen and some books for five dollars, and then returned in a whale boat to Lahaina. Of this, my last sea voyage in a whale boat, my journal says: