I choose to feast on more substantial food; One to be great, must first be truly good. The precious clouds that bless our vales with rain, Descend from lofty peaks, and kiss the plain. So God, Himself, in plainness said to man-- "Blessed are the meek," "I am the Great I am," And while His voice echoed from Sinai's peak, He talked with Moses "the meekest of the meek;" Then look to Christ, and note the key-words given To lead men back to God--and heaven. Brother, nobly and well thou hast begun-- Now "Hold the Fort," "until the victory's won;" And when the smoke and din of war is past, Your works, and name, on history's page will last. On Wednesday, January 16, 1878, I baptized Miss Elizabeth Short, and told her I hoped her journey with the Saints would not be like her name; but rather, would be long and pleasant. On Friday following, I visited the Plymouth and Davenport cemetery. It is the largest burying place that I had ever seen. It is laid off in good order, and ornamented with trees, shrubs, and flowers--a lovely place in which to rest. That day I wrote to President John Taylor: "Dear Brother, I take the liberty of writing a few lines to you, and of sending my letter by the hand of my father. I do not think you will remember me, although I was born and brought up with the Saints, and have known you since 1844. "In 1854, I went on a mission to the Sandwich Islands, you having set me apart for the mission. Soon after returning, I married and moved to southern Utah (Dixie), where my family still resides. In my heart I have desired to build up Zion, and to that end I have labored for the kingdom of God, and the gathering of Israel. "The object of writing is not, however, to relate what I have done, but to ask a favor in behalf of some of my brethren. My labors since last June have given me a good opportunity of becoming acquainted with the Saints of the Welsh and Bristol conferences; and I wish to present to you a few names of Saints whom I feel to recommend as being worthy of assistance in emigrating. "I will here say that personally I expect no benefit in the gathering of these people; but I believe them worthy of a blessing, and I ask as a favor that their names be held in remembrance; and that when it is right and reasonable, that they be granted deliverance from this land of poverty. "Humbly asking God, our Father, to bless you and your counsel, and make you mighty in the truth, that you may have power to lead Israel in righteousness, I remain, your brother in the Gospel of peace." On Sunday, January. 20th, I preached in the Davenport hall, to a congregation of strangers. I felt satisfied with my labors here. I came fasting and praying, without purse or scrip--and the Lord comforted me. The next day I met President Jacobs at Taunton; also I received the following letter from a Sister Spickett: