ly burdened with accumulated respon-
sibilities, how vividly will they sense
the taking away of one ever ready—
always willing to put a lifting shoulder
to the wheel. In the future, when
dark clouds of persecution are riven
by the fierce lightnings of hate, and
wrathful storms beat upon defenseless
heads, who can fill the place of Erastus
Snow? In times of peace, when the
allurements of a deceitful ease threa-
tened danger in the path of unsus-
pecting youth, who will be able to
supplement the wise counsel that hath
laid the foundation for many a pros-
perous, pure, and patient life? To
whom now can the young go for a
chart to guide them over life's troubled
sea, with the same confident assurance
that they have experienced in going
to him?

Into what listening ear and sym-
pathetic heart shall the troubled now
pour their story of distress? Who
now will console the forsaken or com-
fort the grief-striken, as he has done?
The poor came to him freely, and the
sick and weary laid their burdens
upon his shoulders without hestiation.
Who will bear them now?

As the knowledge that Erastus
Snow is dead settles into the feelings
of the people, the fountains of emo-
tion will break forth, and silent tears
will moisten many a spot where for
hours he has stood patiently listening
to piteous tales, while incipient dis-
ease sowed the seeds of death in his
unshrinking body; for when the sor-
rows of others overshadowed him,
Erastus Snow was wholly oblivious of
self.

Heedless of consequences, he has
stood for hours exposed to the night
winds of a Southern desolation, more
treacherous than the snows and frosts
of a Northern clime. While thus
exposed, thoughtless persons have
poured into his sympathetic ears tales
of troubles as if his compassionate
heart could never fail to respond.

But now he is dead, and the drafts
of friends and the demands of enemies
must each go to protest. His mortal
career is ended. For the cause of his
taking away we must search amid the
burning sands and gleaming volcanic
rocks of Southern Utah, where has
been spent the best years of his life.
Many a weary night he had sought
repose while exhausted nature—sweat-
ing at every pore—was chilled by the
winds sweeping the cactus plains of
Mexico or sighing through the pines
of the Sierra Madre. To those who,
in their misguided enforcement of the
law, have deprived him of the conso-
lation and comforts of home, what
shall the harvest be? Under trying
circumstances he recently endured a
severe operation upon his eyes. Ex-
hausted by the pain inflicted, and
while trying to rest in a room and bed
to which he was unused, he contracted
a severe cold that resulted in his
death.

Not long since a brother in deep
affliction exclaimed, "I would give
more this moment to see Erastus
Snow than any man living, for he
could tell me what to do in this hour
of supreme trial."

Measure his life's work, and how
beautiful and perfect in every part it
now in the presence of death seems.
As husband and father, tender and
true, affectionate and just. As friend
and brother, devoted and unchange-
able. As statesman and scholar, pro-
found and farseeing. As defender of
constitutional liberty, valiant and con-
sistent. As a servant of God, faith-
ful, devoted, true. Magnanimous to
enemies, generous to friends. Un-
swerving in life, trusting and confident
in death. Such was Erastus Snow.
Let the fingers of fame weave garlands
with which to entwine the brow of
battle-begrimmed heroes! Let ambi-
tion sing from monumental piles the
praises of those who in life wrought
carnage and death; but for us, we
will keep fresh in our hearts the
memory of the good and true whose
mission was devoted to life, not death.

He has left us to join those gone
before. Let us emulate his works,
follow his example, and when thrones
shall totter and kingdoms fall, joy-
fully in his mansion home shall greet
him "wives, children, and friends."

Apostle John Henry Smith said:
It seems almost impossible for me to
sufficiently control my feelings to
speak to you. The name of Erastus
Snow has been familiar to me from my
earliest remembrance. It has been
my privilege to live in his home and

ly burdened with accumulated responsibilities, how vividly will they sense the taking away of one ever ready— always willing to put a lifting shoulder to the wheel. In the future, when dark clouds of persecution are riven by the fierce lightnings of hate, and wrathful storms beat upon defenseless heads, who can fill the place of Erastus Snow? In times of peace, when the allurements of a deceitful ease threatened danger in the path of unsuspecting youth, who will be able to supplement the wise counsel that hath laid the foundation for many a prosperous, pure, and patient life? To whom now can the young go for a chart to guide them over life's troubled sea, with the same confident assurance that they have experienced in going to him?

Into what listening ear and sympathetic heart shall the troubled now pour their story of distress? Who now will console the forsaken or comfort the grief-striken, as he has done? The poor came to him freely, and the sick and weary laid their burdens upon his shoulders without hestiation. Who will bear them now?

As the knowledge that Erastus Snow is dead settles into the feelings of the people, the fountains of emotion will break forth, and silent tears will moisten many a spot where for hours he has stood patiently listening to piteous tales, while incipient disease sowed the seeds of death in his unshrinking body; for when the sorrows of others overshadowed him, Erastus Snow was wholly oblivious of self.

Heedless of consequences, he has stood for hours exposed to the night winds of a Southern desolation, more treacherous than the snows and frosts of a Northern clime. While thus exposed, thoughtless persons have poured into his sympathetic ears tales of troubles as if his compassionate heart could never fail to respond.

But now he is dead, and the drafts of friends and the demands of enemies must each go to protest. His mortal career is ended. For the cause of his taking away we must search amid the burning sands and gleaming volcanic rocks of Southern Utah, where has been spent the best years of his life. Many a weary night he had sought repose while exhausted nature—sweating at every pore—was chilled by the winds sweeping the cactus plains of Mexico or sighing through the pines of the Sierra Madre. To those who, in their misguided enforcement of the law, have deprived him of the consolation and comforts of home, what shall the harvest be? Under trying circumstances he recently endured a severe operation upon his eyes. Exhausted by the pain inflicted, and while trying to rest in a room and bed to which he was unused, he contracted a severe cold that resulted in his death.

Not long since a brother in deep affliction exclaimed, "I would give more this moment to see Erastus Snow than any man living, for he could tell me what to do in this hour of supreme trial."

Measure his life's work, and how beautiful and perfect in every part it now in the presence of death seems. As husband and father, tender and true, affectionate and just. As friend and brother, devoted and unchangeable. As statesman and scholar, profound and farseeing. As defender of constitutional liberty, valiant and consistent. As a servant of God, faithful, devoted, true. Magnanimous to enemies, generous to friends. Unswerving in life, trusting and confident in death. Such was Erastus Snow. Let the fingers of fame weave garlands with which to entwine the brow of battle-begrimmed heroes! Let ambition sing from monumental piles the praises of those who in life wrought carnage and death; but for us, we will keep fresh in our hearts the memory of the good and true whose mission was devoted to life, not death.

He has left us to join those gone before. Let us emulate his works, follow his example, and when thrones shall totter and kingdoms fall, joyfully in his mansion home shall greet him "wives, children, and friends."

Apostle John Henry Smith said: It seems almost impossible for me to sufficiently control my feelings to speak to you. The name of Erastus Snow has been familiar to me from my earliest remembrance. It has been my privilege to live in his home and