"So you must not feel, dear sister, that you are left alone. Loved ones may be near us, and we not able, in our present condition, to see them. If you will seek to do the will of God, the spirit of your father will visit you, and you will be comforted by dreams and the soft whisperings of the Holy Spirit. "It seems to me that the work of establishing your father's house now rests upon you. Let nothing turn you from the truth; but seek diligently to gather with the Saints; and let your life be pure, that you may enter into a holy temple, and see that your father's work is carried on. "Praying God to bless you, and to lead you in paths of virtue and righteousness, I am your brother in the Gospel of peace." On Thursday, February 14th, ten months ago today since I left home in a snow storm, I wrote the following verses: "Gathering flowers from an English hedge, At the close of day on Charlcutt Hill, While thoughts fly fast o'er sea and ledge To my pleasant home in Orderville. Ten months ago the snow fell fast, And the northern winds blew loud and shrill, As I urged my steed against the blast That whirled in gusts, by Glendale's mill. "I had pressed my lips to a wife's pale brow-- Had blessed a new-born child; Then turned to face the falling snow, And the gale that blew so wild. I wended my way through the mountain pass Where forest pines grew high, Till the storm was hushed, and a calm at last Spread over land and sky. "And the sun's bright gleam in rays of gold, Danced over the hills and plain-- And the cheered heart cried in accents bold: "Thus may it be when I come again!" O, vision sweet! Let it bide in my heart, With the image of loved ones dear; Like an angel of peace, may it never depart-- But tarry, to comfort and cheer!" I have always felt that God blessed me with a good family. Here is a letter from my wife Albina: "Dear Husband: At five o'clock this morning. Brother Jehiel McConnell died. He has not rusted out; but was true and faithful to the end. He often said in meetings since coming here, that he had never enjoyed himself so well before. "A great many reflections have passed through my mind today. I think it would do me good to see you, and hear you talk. I received your welcome letter the day after New Years--I am always glad to hear from you; but I felt a little disappointed not to get your likeness as a New Year's present. True I have one, but I should have been glad of another. "I have been to Brother McConnell's funeral. Brother Thomas Robertson preached a splendid sermon--not to the dead, but to the living. I think some of his discourses ought to be recorded.