What avail the parade and the splendor here, To a legal heir to a heavenly sphere? To the heirs of salvation what is the worth, In their perishing state, the frail things of earth? What is death to the good, but an entrance gate That is placed on the verge of a rich estate Where commissioned escorts are waiting by? Bury me quietly when I die. On the "iron rod" I have laid my hold; If I keep the faith, and like Paul of old Shall have "fought the good fight" and Christ the Lord Has a crown in store with a full reward Of the holy priesthood in fulness rife, With the gifts and the powers of an endless life, And a glorious mansion for me on high; Bury me quietly when I die. Like a beacon that rises o'er ocean's wave, There's a light--there's a life beyond the grave; The future is bright and it beckons me on Where the noble and pure and the brave have gone; Those who have battled for truth with their mind and might, With their garments clean and their armor bright; They are dwelling with God in a world on high: Bury me quietly when I die. ZINA D. H. YOUNG, FIRST COUNSELOR TO THE PRESIDENT OF THE L. D. S. WOMEN'S ORGANIZATIONS. "And he shall turn the hearts of the fathers to the children, and the hearts of the children to their fathers, lest I come and smite the earth with a curse." How fitting are these sacred words to the subject of this sketch and her family. In obedience to this command renewed in this dispensation, searching through their genealogical records for ten generations back, they have brought forth to light, and to eternal life in the celestial kingdom of God, the forgotten and unknown ancestry of their family, finding now and then some noble representative of their race linked with even a kingdom's honor, and at last, far back, upon the throne of England.