| 176 on the order of the kingdom, from Matt. 6,33; showing clearly how God anciently initiated subjects into his church, which drew forth remaks [remarks] from several others, by way of testimony.
The president then made some remarks on the folly of sign seeking, and said he had redeemed his pledge, and set forth the order of the gospel before them, and presumed that they were all convinced that it was true.
After finishing his discourse, twelve persons came forward and united with the branch, and several persons requested baptism, but the weather being bad, and the candidates not prepared, it was deferred till the next Sabbath, by their request.
There was then presented for ordination, seven elders, two priests one teacher, and one deacon; who were unanimously received, and ordained; among the elders one was a Lamanite of the Delaware tribe. Elder James Brown called the attention of the conference to the subject of building the Nauvoo House, and said the attention of the brethren had hitherto been too much engaged in building the Temple to the neglect of the Nauvoo House, which was of equal importance with the Temple, both being given by revelation, after which the branch voted unanimously, that they would use their utmost endeavors to forward the Nauvoo House, as well as the Temple.
The conference then voted unanimously, that they would uphold the First Presidency, and follow their councils.
Resolved, That the minutes of this conference be published in the Times and Seasons.
Adjourned sine die.
John Smith, Prest.
John M. Neely, Cl'k.
Poetry.
My Epitaph,
By Miss Eliza R. Snow.
'Tis not the tribute of a sigh In friendship's memory let me live,
From sorrow's bleeding bosom drawn; I know no earthly wish beside;
Nor tears that flow from pity's eye, I ask no more; yet, oh, forgive
To weep for me when I am gone; This impulse of instinctive pride.
No costly balm, no rich perfume, The silent pulse of memory,
No vain sepulchral rite I claim; That beats to the unutter'd tone
No mournful knell, no marble tomb, Of tenderness, is more to me
Nor sculptur'd stone to tell name. Than the insignia of a stone:
It is a holier tithe I crave For friendship holds a secret cord,
Than time-proof, monumental piers, That with the fibres [fibers] of my heart,
Than roses planted on my grave, Entwines so deep so close 'tis hard
Or willows drip'd in dewy tears. For death's dissecting hand to part!
The garlands of hypocrisy I feel the low responses roll,
May be equip'd with many a gem; Like the far echo of the night,
I prize the heart's sincerity And whisper, softly through my soul,
Before a princely diadem. "I would not be forgotten quite."
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