The Autobiography of Parley Parker Pratt: One of the Twelve Apostles of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, Embracing His Life, Ministry, and TravelsPratt, Parley P. (Parley Parker)
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The Autobiography of Parley Parker Pratt: One of the Twelve Apostles of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, Embracing His Life, Ministry, and Travels
Pratt, Parley P. (Parley Parker)
Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints -- Apostles -- Biography; Pratt, Parley P. (Parley Parker), 1807-1857
My dear wife had now lived to accomplish her destiny; and when
the child was dressed, and she had looked upon it and embraced it,
she ceased to live in the flesh. Her death happened about three
hours after birth of this child of promise. A few days previous to
her death she had a vision in open day while sitting in her room.
She was overwhelmed or immersed in a pillar of fire, which seemed
to fill the whole room as if it would consume it and all things
therein; and the Spirit whispered to her mind, saying: "Thou art
baptized with fire and the Holy Ghost." It also intimated to her
that she should have the privilege of departing from this world of
sorrow and pain, and of going to the Paradise of rest as soon as
she had fulfilled the prophecy in relation to the promised son.
This vision was repeated on the next day at the same hour,
viz:--twelve o'clock. She was overwhelmed with a joy and peace
indescribable, and seemed changed in her whole nature from that
time forth. She longed to be gone, and anticipated the time as a
hireling counts the days of his servitude, or the prisoner the term
of his imprisonment.
She was buried in the churchyard near the Temple in Kirtland,
Many hundreds attended the funeral and wept sorely, for she was
extensively known. Her trials, for the gospel's sake, while her
husband had been absent from time to time on distant missions, her
lingering sickness of years, her barrenness, her miraculous cure,
her conception of the promised child, were all matters of note in
the Church far and near. But she had gone behind the veil to rest,
where the wicked cease from troubling and the weary are at rest;
while I was left to toil and struggle alone. My grief, and sorrow,
and loneliness I shall not attempt to describe.
My son was put to nurse on the breast of a sister Allen, who had
just then lost an infant. For the satisfaction of our posterity I
will here attempt some description of my wife's person and
qualities.
She was tall, of a slender frame, her face of an oval form, eyes
large and of a dark color, her forehead lofty, clear complexion,
hair black, smooth and glossy. She was of a mild and affectionate
disposition and full of energy, perseverance, industry and
cheerfulness when not borne down with sickness. In order, neatness
and refinement of taste and habit she might be said to excel. She
was an affectionate and dutiful wife, an exemplary Saint, and,
through much tribulation, she has gone to the world of spirits to
meet a glorious resurrection and an immortal crown and kingdom.
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