| 767 We continued to preach in the day time and sleep in the woods in the night, and some times baptise [baptize] in the night, for fear of mobs.-We continued our labors until we had baptised [baptized] forty-seven; organized two branches; ordained two elders to preside over them and bid farewell to New Brunswick; praying the Lord for their welfare and prosperity.
Now one word of caution to the saints in New Brunswick, Jefferson county, and all the world:-Beware of Rigdonites, who may come to you and say they are prophets and apostles and are not; but are liars. They say "Pittsurg [Pittsburgh] is the place of gathering." Rigdon, since he was cut off from the church, has led some few apostates to Pittsburg [Pittsburgh]; and will lead them from there to the devil, if they do not repent. The Lord said the fields of the woods were the location of Zion. So said Joseph Smith; so say the Twelve, who now stand in authority to lead ;the church of the living God.
Your most humble servant and brother in the gospel.
BENJ'N BROWN.
POETRY.
For the Times and Seasons.
THE SEER.
Written for the dedication of the Seventy's Hall, and dedicated to President BRIGHAM YOUNG.
BY JOHN TAYLOR.
TUNE-The Sea.
The seer; -the seer:-Joseph the seer- The saints;-the saints; his only pride,
I'll sing of tae Prophet ever dear: For them he liv'd for them he died!
His equal now cannot be found,- Their joys were his;-their sorrows too;-
By searching the wide world around. He lov'd the saints;-he lov'd Nauvoo,
With Gods he soared, in the realm of day; Unchanged in death, with a Saviors love
And men he taught the heavenly way. He pleads their cause, in the courts above.
The earthly seer! the heavenly seer, The seer;-the seer-Joseph the seer!
I love to dwell on his mem'ry dear:- O, how I love his memory dear,
The chosen of God, and the friend of men, The just and wise, the pure and free,
He brought the priesthood back again, A father he was, and is to me,
He gazed on the past, on the present too;- Let fiends now rage in ;heir dark hour;-
And ope'd the heav'nly world to view. No matter, he is beyond their power.
Of noble seed-of heavenly birth, He's free;-he's free;-the Prophet's free!
He came to bless the sons of earth: He is where he will ever be,
With keys by the Almighty given, Beyond the reach of mobs and strife,
He opened the full rich stores of heaven, He rests unharm'd in endless life,
O'er the world that was wrapt in sable; night, His home's in the sky;-he dwells with the Gods,
Like the sun he spread his golden light. Far from the furious rage of mobs.
He strove,-O, how he strove to stay, He died; he died-for those he lov'd,
The stream of crime in its reckless way- He reigns;-he reigns in realms above,
With a mighty mind, and a noble aim He waits with the just who have gone before,
He urg'd the wayward to reclaim: To welcome the saints to Zions shore;
Mid the foaming billows of argry [angry] strife- Shout, shout ye saints-this boon is given,
He stood at the helm, of the ship of life. We'll meet our martyr'd seer in heaven.
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