"In my heart I feel to draw my children to me; and notwithstanding that I have been much from home, on missions; and that when at home, I am the husband of three wives, still my love for home and family is strong, and the ties of affection burn as deeply and sacredly in my bosom as those holy passions do in other men's breasts. "Sin and vice will diminish and extinguish from the heart the attribute of love, while a pure, clean life will increase it. It is not every little girl that I should write to, as I do to you. Nor would I write with the same freedom to some women. But I know your heart, that you can be trusted; and I want you to preserve yourself, and marry a good honorable man, that I may always have joy in associating with my daughter. "I am so pleased that your little brother (Newell) is growing so finely. What a comfort he must be to your mother! And how precious are the blessings given us by the Gospel! I am so proud of my family; and yet, had it not been for the principle of plural marriage, as taught by the Prophet Joseph Smith, this blessing never would have been mine." In the evening we held meeting. Elder William N. Williams gave an interesting talk, and I followed, speaking on the first principles of the Gospel. The next day Elder Williams, who has been my companion for the last two weeks, returned to Wales. He was a good man, and I ever pray God to bless him in his labors of love--that he might win souls to righteousness. March 10, 1878, I held two meetings in Father Lerwell's big kitchen, which were well attended by strangers. Near the close of the day I walked to the top of East Down Hill, and kneeling down, gave myself up in prayer. It was so calm and peaceful that I fain would remain. I am such a lover of nature and of solitude that I could not help writing: On the brow of this beautiful hill, Its fields now clothed in green, and blossoms white, Surpassing the loveliness of artist's skill, With dew drops sparkling in the sun's pure light; And sweet to me is the sunshine bright, For clouds of mist oft hover o'er The land of Britain, and spread from shore to shore A veil of dampness, that begetteth blight. Hence, welcome the sunshine of the present day-- And here, in nature's temple, I humbly pray. I kneel, and plead for wives and children dear, Yea, all the loved ones my heart holds near. Albina, with counsel, calm and wise, Lydia, more like April's changing skies; Tamar, whose voice is like dew from above, Blessed trinity, whose words of love Are thrilling in my breast. Father, wilt thou give rest And peace to each of them; And to Thy Saints, the wide world round, Where e'er the Gospel's glorious sound Hath found a friend. On Wednesday, March 13, 1878, I received a letter, in which it was stated that the "Liberals" of Salt Lake City had offered a reward of five thousand dollars for the arrest, "dead or alive," of Howard O. Spencer, wanted in a prosecution for killing Sergt. Pike. I wrote: