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Show - T . ; WOMAN'S EXPONENT. r . nnrnmnTilv tirp at. flip Trneruiv in her. charge. Their parents were Wrhile returning from school Presbyterians. the first day, she told me every body who did not join the Presbyterians would have to go to H 11, where they would burn forever in fire and brimstone; this so frightened me that I hastened home to tell my mother, who soon quieted my fears. My" Grandfather and Aunt Fanny (as we always called her) had moved up to Kirtland sometime previous to our going, and had made the acquaintance of Mr. Smith and his maiden sister who were relatives of mother Whitney, and had engaged her house for us, Aunt Sarah Smith was bitterly opposed to Mormonisni4 but she thought so inuch of grandpa Murray and his wife that she consented to our living in her house until Spring; but during the winter they became just as much attached to my parents, and I always felt as welcome there as I did in my own father's house. Mr. Smith's wife had been sick some time previous to our coming there and she died in a few days after, but just before her departure she sent for my father to administer to her. Aunt Sarah was very kind and indulgent to children and I often stayed with them nights, but we were not allowed to plav out of doors after sundown Saturdays,as their Sabbath commenced at that hour. My Grandfather Murray was not a member of any church; he believed the principles of Mormonism, and was often upon the point of being baptized, when he would see things in individuals w ho professed to be Saints which'would so try him he thought he stood as good a chance to be saved as any d one. A more noble r some were he to was a lived, fault,and generous unprincipled enough to take advantage of it. lie was very ingenious and could make anything from a child's to Rocking norse known to. refuse never and carriage. He was a favor,- - ami he. would ,often rise , from his bed I was placed LIFE INCIDENTS. BY HELEN MAR WHITNEY. After being gone from home about three months, my father and brethren returned to Kirtland, finding us well and enjoying the comforts of life. He says: "I felt to rejoice in the Lord that he had preserved my life through many dangers seen and unseen, and brought me to behold my family in peace and prosperresting ity. After being at home two weeks mission finished had my concluded I myself, I to which the Lord had called me, and I established my Pottery, according to Joseph's counsel, and continued about three months, until Uilculatin on cold weather came on, the opening of spring to commence on a larger scale, thinking, as did Peter, of old "I go a fishuiwi i naa erot an iaea suimar w was Savior when had the Anostles he ancient f so I taken from them, and they went a fishing, mechanic's went to the shop." inVhile my father was absent with Zion's Camp, my mother and most of the sisters in Kirtland were engaged in knitting and spinning and making garments for those who were laboring on the Temple. My mother toiled all summer. She took a hundred pounds of wool to spin on shares, which, with the assistance of a girl, she spun in order to furnish clothing for the brethren; and although ,he had the privilege of keeping half the quantity jf wool for herself, as a recompense for her labor, she did not reserve any, but gave it to those who were engaged in building the Temple. When the cloth was woven she got it dressed and cut and inade up into garments, and gave them for the wosame purpose.;)- - She was a comfort of others; man, always studying the" never was her happiness complete only when self-sacrificin- : kind-hearte- g run-a-rou- Her kind acts cauW hiaWa ''Keatf' poor soul. . to rejoice, and to bless the hands which had administered to their wants. I remember the delicious crackers she used to make and send to the sick in Kirtland. In making them she was thoughV to excel, arid people who had heard about them would come from a distance to hire her to make them for the sick in their families. One reason for my remembering this so well is that my brother and I had to pound the dough, which was one of the main causes for their being so tender and good, and not being overly fond of work it became very irkShe enjoyed the love and respect of every one, and she never wanted for anything if her circumstances were made, known. She truly enjoyed her religion. I was her youngest child living; was hardly seven years old when my father went East on his first mission, but I remember how happy she used to seem. Often in the morning I would awaken and hear her praying, and then she would go about her daily duties singing so. sweetly, it seemed to me as though heaven and the angels were not very far off. I used to think it impossible for me I looked upon my to ever become a Sain parents as such, but thought that nothing short of perfection could take us to heaven, which I could never attain to, as I was so fond of fun and amusement that I could not possibly give them up, though I often had very serious reflections upon the subject, and used to think if I could only know just a little time before I was to die, I might be able to sober down and prepare myself, In that early day we were full of sectarian notions, and our ideas were rather contracted. We had many traditions which took time to overcome. The following incident will show the effect of early teachings, if they are not corrected; A day or two after our arrival in Kirtland, my brother and I were sent to school with Mr. Elijah Smith's two children, Mariette and Guy. The girl was two or three years the eldest, and , : -- tales about being eaten alive by the Missouri-ans- , who were cannibals with horns; but I was not to be convinced, though I have heard that there are people silly enough to believe similar tales about the "Mormons;" our living there in Missouri may have given us the name, but the nearest that I ever saw were those called "Mormon eaters." For years after we left Kirtland I used to look back arid pine for the old scenes and school companions; those happy days were lived over again and again in bright dreams, and when I would awaken, the thought that I should never again see the dear old hills and wander over them and through the woods to gather nuts and berries, and pick the wild flowers and w.intergreen which grew thickly under our feet; -- nor in the lovely meadows, where we used to gather the white and also the gaily dressed lilies; nor the orchards, where in early spring I used to go with hymn or story book and sit alone and sing, or listen to the little birds chirping and warbling as it seemed their sweet songs of praise for the beautiful springpand I would feel perfectly happy; and also. the red sehoolhouse, and the little brooi behind it.j arid the larerer stream which ran nearour home, where the black walnut and maple trees grew, and where in the spring we made the luscious maple sugar, and in the fall we gathered the nuts and apples for the winter I would think of all these things; and among other pleasing recollections were our Sunday Schools, where I used to love to go and recite verees and whole chapters from the Xew Testament, and we received rewards in primers, etc., which I think were more liighly appreciated in those days than they are at the present time. At ten o'clock we would form in line and march Tvith our teachers up to the Temple. The that I could never see or enjoy them ' fought 1 agam would cry bitterly. T fppl unwilling to close without tak ing a peep into my fathers Potter Shop where we would stand and watch and wonder how he ever learned to manage the clay so skilfully as to turn out the numeall rous and curiouly shaped jars and dishes of sorts and sizes. Occasionlly it was found nemill cessary to throw the lump back into the where it had to be ground over as it had rerui-pto hp molded into a vessel of honor. It va no wonder he so often made use of this parable. toys hj I remember the cunning little dishes and divioVd would make for me which I generously with my mates who were less fortunate. w b never wanted for any comfort as long as worked at his trade which was a very pronw one, and previous to hearing "Mormonism" was carrying on a flourishing business in tM part of the country ' where he lived and rein comfortable circumstances and highly spected by the community, but when thisGosp saluted the ears of my parents they giatu braced it and sacrificed their good name J all they had for the sake of everlasting riches. home wept over them and others treated with scorn.. My mother's eldest brother, f wasliving in Rochester,N.Y.,came to visit uj11 Kirtland. He pleaded with them to turn frj their delusion, and when he found he not move them, he aDDeared heart-bru- f He had watched over my mother from m fant and always called her his pet sister, 'W see her there in such lowly circumstances fi out hope of earthly comfort3 made the separt r aouDiy nam w uear, aim nuucu feeling of mortification to see them living - nd - some. "VL- -r ing to a new .country, although some of my little mates tried to frighten me with awful man-neve- accommodate a neighbor.- - Jlewas a man of but few words and some called him an Infidel but while visiting his children in the East, he was taken sick, and before he died he expressed his regret for not ayinpbeyexlthe Gospel. IAunt Fanny fwa ar'true Saint, and was beloved by all who had the pleasure of her acquaintance; her sympathies were always exercised for the poor and distressed. She was agreeable society for old or young and many an evening her youn acquaintances would gather at her house to hear her sing or relate the "Scottish Chiefs,""Children of the Abbey," and other like tales, which she could do as I never heard any one else. She had been a great reader; and I was named by her after the Scottish Lady, Helen Mar. The Youngs were all gifted singers and when they sang together they made a grand choir. Aunt Fanny sang many beautiful songs, but the one I loved best was "Oft in the stilly She had a clear melodious voice, and night." sang with such pathos, that all present would be affected to tears. The words are so touching and so expressive that I often repeat them as applicable to my own feelings. How fondly we cherish the memories of the good old times, old friends, and old scenes, which are endeared to us by recollections of joys gef3 and pain. I dearly love to read old letters and look over the old relics which so remind me of other days, and I love to hear the old songs we used to sing. I was about five years old when we moved to Kirtland. I remember my native town, and many things which happened while living there are as fresh in my mind as are the scenes in Missouri; but none are so dearly cherished as are the sweet memories in and around dear old Kirtland. It is true they were short, but I look back to it as the spot' where the'happiest days of my childhood were spent. When we started for Missouri I was delighted, as children A d , j man but too proud to humblerhrinsel to accept of, the true Gospel of pemg driven. ,oy .ainereni.wmua v at last died a spiritualist. eo J- - Cii 1 |