| 514 and the refuge of lies will be swept away.
+ The Saints are informed that the quorum of the Seventies have withdrawn their fellowship from Elder Jesse Turpin, until he make satisfaction, to said quorum for his conduct.
By order of the quorum of seventies.
A. P. Rockwood, Clerk.
City of Nauvoo, August 14th A. D. 1841.
Communications.
[For the Times and Seasons]
To the Memory of the Late Brigadier Gen'l Don Carlos Smith.
Messrs. Editors:-
Few men ever lived more universally beloved and respected-by both strangers and acquaintances, kindreds and friends-than did our lately deceased brother-Don Carlos Smith. His worth, his amiability, his hospitality, his generosity of sentiment, his benevolence of principle, his capability as an officer and his usefulness as a citizen-are too indellibly [indelibly] impressed upon the hearts of this community, and the numerous circle of friends who are united to him by the endearing ties of natural affection to be soon forgotten. With his brethren he felt the grievous yoke of persecution-which he was willing to bear for the sake of the religion he had espoused and which he ever struggled to perpetuate-but the unpropitious hand of death has taken him untimely from our midst, and his ashes now slumber in the silent tomb. "He lies full low, but he lies in peace;" his spirit has gone to the God who gave it. Death has torn him from the wife of his bosom, and from the society of his little children; but he is at rest; his soul is emancipated; he feels no more the heavy hand of persecution; and the turmoils and adversities of this life, no longer agitate his peaceful bosom. He is taken from us for a little season; but we shall meet him again in that bright world, where the weary are at rest, and where sorrow and parting can never come. Then let the saints cease their lamentations; & thou, bereaved one, let those pungent sighs of heart-felt anguish be hushed into repose; let that heaving bosom be calm; let that widowed heart be comforted, and those tears of sorrow dried up! You soon shall join him in a better world than this! The Almighty loved him and has taken him home to His bosom! He has been taken away in the prime of his manly strength; you have seen his "noble stature"-like the fragile flower that yields submissively to the fury of the "muttering tempest"-laid lifeless upon his untimely bier; you have followed him to the grave and seen him consigned to the silent bosom of the earth., He is gone; he departed like the dew of a summer morning, and his memory is to us like a pleasant dream.
Oh! death, thou destroyer of the human race! can nothing stay thy onward march? Must the high, the noble, the lovely, the courteous and the high minded of the earth, fall victims to thy relentless will? Can nought [naught] avert thy claim upon the loved ones that are among us? Alas! thou art no respector of persons; to die is the common lot of man! The exalted and the debased, the king who sways the regal sceptre [scepter] of unmitigated power and the humble suppliant at his feet, must alike be laid low by the monster's unpitying sting. The utopian dreams of the aspirant for power, as well as the cherished hopes of the secluded plebean [plebeian], are unreservedly crushed by the interposition of they ruthless hand. Thou inflictest sorrow deep and grievous to be borne; thou makest husbands wifeless, wives widow, and children orphans! But when thou takest from us one who hath hope of eternal life, then can our sorrowing bosoms be comforted. Thou hath taken from us one whose unblemished integrity, whose high and noble bearing, and reciprocal feelings, have made a lasting impression upon the tablet of our affection, and raised him to a rank of eminence in society; but the blessed assurance that he has only bartered the respect of the world for endless joy and heavenly beatitude; calms our grief, dissipates our sorrow, and we repine not at the supreme will of our heavenly father. He has been laid low; in yonder grove-in its surpassing beauty, a fit receptacle for the sleeping remains of exalted virtue and holiest innocence-his noble person lies mouldering [moldering] into dust; no more to be animated with life, until the resurrection morn; when the graves of those who sleep will be opened, the barriers of the tomb be burst assunder[asunder] , the dead resurrected,
And bone to bone, and joint to joint,
Will be together joined.
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