Walking to Nailsea, ten miles, we visited with a family not in the Church; then talked till midnight with Brother W----- and Father Miller. The latter is eighty-five, yet bright and strong in mind and memory. These good people slept by the fire in the big arm chairs while President Jacobs and I occupied the poor little bed in the garret. On the 10th, I left Brother Jacobs, by his request, and visited Plymouth. It is a city of beauty, wealth, and sin. The branch here was in a sad condition. I lodged with Samuel Norman, who had kept "bach" during the last fifteen years. He was kind to me, but his home was a little garret four stories high. The one little window that gave us air overlooked the Plymouth Starch Works' back yard, a filthy, stinking hole; and the room literally swarmed with rats and mice, of which, like any woman, I am in mortal terror. Here I lived two weeks on one meal a day, while visiting the Saints as a teacher. Having got out hand bills and placarded the city, I had an open-air discussion with the city post-master. I also attended a Methodist revival meeting, where a minister invited me to pray. Among other things, I thanked the Lord for having raised up the Prophet Joseph Smith. This advertised my coming meeting better than my hand bills had done. Accordingly, on Sunday, January 13th, I preached to a large and attentive congregation, mostly strangers. After meeting I wrote "Early Recollections of Apostle Joseph F. Smith," who is now presiding over the British Mission. I knew Joseph F. Smith, in life's rosy morn. When herding cows, and plowing corn; And though he worked early and late, He never murmured at his fate; But smiled to think that his strong arm Brought wheat and corn to his mothers' barn. His first mark made, I remember well, 'Twas when he flogged Philander Bell; A champion then for innocence and youth, As he is now for "liberty and truth." If plain his speech, and strong in boyish strife, I doubt if he could mend the history of his life! The years of trial on Hawaii's land Were more than wiser heads would stand, Poi, paakai, poverty and shame, Were all endured, for the blessed Savior's name. The crime, and filth, and ulcerated sores Opened to view, bleeding at every pore; Tried the metal, proved one's pride, Then was the day of choosing sides; Then was the hour to begin, and he Pulled off his coat, and waded in. We need not urge him to improve, He seeks, as Joseph did, light from above; And God has given strength to Hyrum's son, Speeding him, on the race so well begun. For unto him a charge is truly given, To lead erring men from sin to heaven, To realms of glory, where truth divine, Enlightens life, with joy sublime; But I leave to pens abler than mine To paint the beauties of that heavenly clime.