| 190 redressed, and my hand shall help to do it-should they have to reach to the highest courts of heaven, dig to the lowest bowels of hell, or encompass the broad expanse of the universe of God, to consummate so desirable a result. JOAB, General in Israel.
Nota Bene.-I wish it to be distinctly understood that my remarks are not intended to operate against our worthy GOV. CARLIN, but against Gov. Boggs and all the other Uncircumcised Philistines of Missouri. JOAB.
APPOINTMENT BY THE GOVERNOR.-Brigadier General John C. Bennett to be Quarter Master General of the militia of the State of Illinois, from the 20th day of July.
In making the above appointment, the Governor has selected an able, energetic and efficient officer. The duties that will devolve on him, perhaps no man in the State is better qualified to fill, and we have no doubt he will render due justice to the office which he has been selected to superintend. Wabash Republican.
Eztract [extract] of a letter from W. W. Phelps.
Tell Brother Carlos, I thank him for the paper he sent me, I mean to try and send him a cash subscriber for every paper.
The death of br. Edward Partridge (in that paper) struck me with deep solemnity. Since 1831 we had passed through many trying scenes, and he ever proved himself a faithful friend. His private and official duties were performed with an eye single to the glory of God. He was faithful stew- [steward] and the church had unlimited confidence in his integrity. He lived Godly in Christ Jesus, and suffered persecution. As a Bishop he was one of the Lords great men, and few will be able to wear his mantle with such simple dignity. He was an honest man, and I loved him.
When the first Elder went along with br. Joseph to the western boundaries of Missouri, to seek the land of Zion, for the gathering of the saints in the last days, he and I was in the little band; when that goodly land was consecrated, we kneeled together; when the first house was raised, he and I help carry the first log; when the mob first rose to drive the saints from their inhertances [inheritances] in Jackson co. and six of us offered our lives for the church, he was one; and for his faith, virtue, knowledge, temperance, patience, godliness, brotherly kindness and charity, he was stript [stripped] on the public square, and tarred and feathered in this boasted land of liberty; by all Jackson co. (except the saints) for which God's will be done; when we were driven out in 1833, and escaped in the night for our lives, into Clay co. he and I went hand in hand: we were anointed together at Kirtland, and came home together; when Caldwell co. was searched out he and I did it; we made the first prayer to God on that goodly land that had been for about fourteen hundred years; and saw a glory that will yet cover the saints "as a clear heat upon herbs," we lived together in peace, and our communion was sweet; although we often rebuked each other in plainness and had snaps according to passion, yet, like the used key, our friendship was bright and moistened with tears:
Lord thine anointed was a just man, and precious in thy sight, was his death! His name will be had in everlasting remembrance, while his enemies will be struck out of existance[existence]: so let me say:-
Our Father in heaven, whom all saints rely on, Exalt ye to glory the Bishop of Zion, As an heir to dominion, and power and might; The called and chosen, and faithful, is worthy To rise from a Saint to an angel of light.
For the Times and Seasons.
ELEGY [EULOGY]
On the death of the dearly beloved, and much lamented father in Israel, Joseph Smith Sen. a Patriarch in the church of Latter Day Saints; who died at Nauvoo, Sept. 14th, 1840.
Zions noblest sons are weeping; Zion's children lov'd him dearly;
See her daughter, bathed in tears, Zion was his daily care:
Where the Patriarch is sleeping. That his loss is felt sincerely,
Nature's sleep-the sleep of years. Thousand weeping saints declare;
Hush'd is every note of gladness- Thousands, who shar'd his blessing
Ev'ry minstrels bow's full low- Thousands, whom his service bless'd,
Ev'ry heart, is tun'd to sadness- By his faith and pray'rs suppressing
Ev'ry bosom feels the blow. Evils, which their lives opprest [oppressed].
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