The Mormon wife; a life story of the sacrifices, sorrows and sufferings of woman A narrative of many years' personal experience . t, in order that more time might beemployed in the performance of miracles. At its close the lightwas removed from the desk, and placed in a socket directly overit. Smith then knelt, the others followed his example, and thewhole company remained some time in silent prayer. At lengthhe rose, the others still knelt. After a moments silence heuttered the solemn and impressive words : It is my word, saith the Lord, ye shall be delivered fromdeath, which is the power of
The Mormon wife; a life story of the sacrifices, sorrows and sufferings of woman A narrative of many years' personal experience . t, in order that more time might beemployed in the performance of miracles. At its close the lightwas removed from the desk, and placed in a socket directly overit. Smith then knelt, the others followed his example, and thewhole company remained some time in silent prayer. At lengthhe rose, the others still knelt. After a moments silence heuttered the solemn and impressive words : It is my word, saith the Lord, ye shall be delivered fromdeath, which is the power of the devil, from sorrow and , in the might of the Spirit, I command you, bringforth your dead ! The deep stillness which succeeded these words was awfullyimpressive. The door slowly opened, and two men enteredbearing a corpse. It was the body of a young and beautifulfemale, clad in the white habiliments of death, and looking, Oh !how ghastly and ghostly in the dim obscurity of the uncertainlight. The limbs were stiff and rigid, the eyes and mouthpartially open, and the whole aspect of the countenance that of. The Frantic Mother. 21 death The bearers stretched her on the desk. Smith turnedto them with an expression of feature I could not fathom ;Ward stood beside him, and I detected him glancing more thanonce at myself. Whose child is this ? said Smith. Mine, answered one of the men, solemnly. Did she die suddenly ? She did. When P This afternoon/ Believest thou ? u I believe, said the man. impressively, 11 help thou myunbelief. Did this child believe ? She was a believe* Tis well ; thy child shall be restored. There was a faint shriek from the group of spectators, and awoman, whom I subsequently ascertained to be the mother ofthe dead, rushed forward and threw herself at the feet ofSmith. Restore my child, she cried, passionately ; she was tooyoung, too good, and too beautiful to die. Restore her, and Iwill woiship you for ever. Woman, I said it, he replied ; th
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