Lucy Mack Smith, History, 1844–1845

  • Source Note
  • Historical Introduction
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tongues and <prophisied> as on the day of pentecost and the brethren gathered together to wittness the manifestation of the power of God I was on the Farm a Short distance from the place where the Meeting was held but they my children who could not bear that should loose anything despatched an messenger in a great haste for me I was putting some <loaves> bread into the oven but the brother who came for me would not wait till I had set my bread to baking. <so> I went and shared with the rest one of the most Glorious outporings of the spirit of God that had ever been witnessed in the church at that time— This produced great joy and satisfaction among the Brethren and Sisters and we felt as though we had about gained the victory over the adver[s]ary and truly it was as as the poet says
We could not believe
That we ever should grieve
Or ever should sorrow again
But alas! how our joy was measureably turned to grief for not 2 months until news came to our ears of the dificulties in between the Brethren and the mob in.
A messenger arrived from about [blank] and my Sons were then all at work preparing of a piece of ground for sowing wheat the ensueing fall Joseph was standing on the porch near the door washing his face and hands when the despatch arrived and <who> stated that the brethren were driven and brethren and [blank] : had been tarred and feathered and put into prison and that many some were killed and among the others had been shot When Joseph heard this he was overwhelmed with grief He bu[r]st into tears and sobbed about aloud Oh my brethren my brethren said he Oh! that I had been with you to have shared with you your trouble— My God My God what shall we [d0] [p. [9], bk. 13]
tongues and prophisied as on the day of pentecost and the brethren gathered together to wittness the manifestation of the power of God I was on the Farm a Short distance from the place where the Meeting was held but my children who could not bear that should loose anything despatched a messenger in a great haste for me I was putting some loaves bread into the oven but the brother who came for me would not wait till I had set my bread to baking. so I went and shared with the rest one of the most Glorious outporings of the spirit of God that had ever been witnessed in the church at that time— This produced great joy and satisfaction among the Brethren and Sisters and we felt as though we had about gained the victory over the adversary and truly it was as as the poet says
We could not believe
That we ever should grieve
Or ever should sorrow again
But alas! how our joy was measureably turned to grief for not 2 months until news came to our ears of the dificulties in between the Brethren and the mob .
A messenger arrived from about [blank] and my Sons were then all at work preparing a piece of ground for sowing wheat the ensueing fall Joseph was standing on the porch near the door washing his face and hands when the despatch arrived who stated that the brethren were driven and brethren and [blank] : had been tarred and feathered and put into prison that some were killed and among others had been shot When Joseph heard this he was overwhelmed with grief He burst into tears and sobbed aloud Oh my brethren my brethren said he Oh! that I had been with you to have shared with you your trouble— My God My God what shall we [d0] [p. [9], bk. 13]
Page [9], bk. 13