MOTHERS IN ISRAEL
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MA'S NEW YEAR RESOLUTION
Elsie C. Carroll
VISIT OF ABERDEENS TO UTAH ^
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NOTES FROM THE FIELD
Amy Brown Lyman
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Mothers in Israel 3
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My soul is sick of this long day.
I am weary of its lingering light;
And, loathing light, I turn away ;
I weep and wish for night.
I long to lay me gently down '
In slumber on my mother's breast.
I would exchange an Emperor's crown
For everlasting rest.
Without my own consent I came,
But with my wildest wish I'd go.
For I would fain to be the same
I was e'er born to woe.
This cold, hush'd heart, with no pale gleams
Of consciousness to wake or waste,
Would fain have slept within those dreams
Of everlasting rest.
And now, in manhood's morn, I stand,
I've lived the laurel wreath to gain,
My songs are heard in every land ;
And beauty breathes the strain.
Her smiles, her sweetest tears, are mine,
And yet of love vain youth possessed.
How gladly would I all resign
For everlasting rest.
MRS. I.UCY MACK SMITH, MOTHER OF THE PROPHET JOSEPH SMITH.
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\'ol. III. JANUARY, 1916. No. I.
Mothers in Israel.
Among the thousands of great and noble women who have
assisted in laying the foundations of this Chruch, the Mother
of the Prophet Joseph Smith stands out pre-eminent and glori-
ous. She is the' great modern Mother in Israel. She accepted
the Prophet's mission from the very first moment that she heard
it, she rendered obedience to every revealed law, during her life,
she reverenced her husband and her prophet-son, Joseph, and
after his martyrdom, she still gave her full support and allegiance
to Brigham Young and the Twelve Apostles, as shown in the
testimony which accompanies this article.
"Mother" Smith, as she was lovingly called, was a dominating
figure in any a'ssemblage where she happened to be. She was
commanding in appearance, keen in tellect, dignified and gra-
cious in manner, and she loved the sick, the poor, and the unfortun-
ate, with an abiding tenderness. She was the soul of hospitality
and generosity. Together with her noble husband, she ministered
to all who came for help or shelter 'neath their generous roof-
tree. When young people came into her presence, they often
kneeled before her as they spoke to her, so beautiful was the
spirit which shone from her dark and glowing eyes.
We give the following sketch of her life, taken in extracts
,from Jenson's Biographical Dictionary â a book, by the way,
which ought to be in every Relief Society library :
"Lucy Smith, mother of Joseph Smith the Prophet, was born
July 8, 1776, at Gilsum, Cheshire county. New Hampshire, the
daughter of Solomon Mack and Lydia Gates. Lucy was the
youngest of eight children, four of whom were girls * * ''^
"Lucy profited by the talents and virtues of her mother. Jan.
24, 1796, she was married to Joseph Smith, and received from her
brother, Stephen Mack, and John Mudget, his partner, in busi-
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ness, a marriage present of $1,000. Her husband owned a good
farm at Tunbridge, on which they settled. The fruits of this
marriage were seven sons â Alvin, Hyrum, Joseph, Samuel ?!.,
Ephraim, WiUiam and Don Carlos; and three daughters â So-
phronia, Catherine and Lucy. In 1802, Lucy Smith, with her hus-
band, moved to Randolph, Vermont, where they opened a mercan-
tile establishment. * * * After four years had elapsed, they
removed to Manchester. In the alternate scenes of adversity and
prosperity, the subject of religion was a constant theme with both
Mr. and Mrs. Smith, though the former never subscribed to any
particular sect. Both were occasionally favored of the Lord with
dreams or visions of the approaching work which was about to
commence on the earth, and which prepared them for the mission
of their son Joseph, and the important part they were destined to
take in it. Lucy Smith and several of her children joined the
Presbyterian body, in the year 1819, but after Joseph had received
the first visitation of the angel, and had communicated the mat-
ter to his parents, she manifested intense interest in it, and from
that time her history became identified with the mission of her
son. She and her husband were baptized in April, 1830, and she
removed to Kirtland, Ohio, in 1831, with the first company of
Saints, where she rejoined her husband who had previously gone
there in company with his son Joseph * * *
"Later Brother Smith removed his family to Quincy, IlHnois,
to which place most of the Saints had previously fled, and in
common with them suffered the hardships and privations which
characterized the extermination from Missouri. From Quincy the
family removed to Commerce (Nauvoo), where Brother Smith,
after blessing his children individually, closed his earthly career
Sept. 4, 1840. Mother Smith was thus left a widow, worn out
with toil and sorrow, her house having been filled with sick like
a hospital from the time of the expulsion from Missouri. * * *
"From the time of the removal of the Church to the Rocky
Mountains until her death, which occurred in Nauvoo, 111., May
5, 1855, she mostly resided with her youngest daughter, Lucy
Miliken, excepting the last two years, when she resided with her
daught-er-in-law, Mrs. Emma Bidamon, widow of her son Joseph."
We close this little memoir with the following firm testimony
which should be read by every woman in this Society:
Extract from President Brigham Young's OMce Journal.
Remarks of "Mother" Smith, given in the General Conference in
Nauvoo, Oct. 8, 1845 :
Mother Lucy Smith, the aged and honored parent of Joseph
Smith, having expressed a wish to say a few words to the congre-
gation, she was invited upon the stand. She spoke at considerable
MOTHERS IN ISRAEL. 5
length, and in an audible manner, so as to be heard by a large
portion of the vast assembly.
She commenced by saying that she was truly g-lad that the
Lord had let her see so large a congregation. She had a great
deal of advice to give, but Brother Brigham Young had done
the errand, he had fixed it completely. There were comparatively
few in the assembly who were acquainted with her family. She
was the mother of eleven children, seven of whom were boys. She
raised them in the fear and love of God, and never was there a
more obedient family. She warned parents that they were ac-
countable for their children's conduct ; advised them to give them
books and work to keep them from idleness ; warned all to be
full of love, goodness and kindness, and never to do in seciet,
what they would not do in the presence of millions. She wished
to know of the congregation, whether they considered her a
mother in Israel â (upon which President B. Young said ; all who
consider Mother Smith as a mother in Israel, signify it by saying
yes!â One universal "yes" rang throughout). She remarked,
that it was just eighteen years since Joseph Smith the prophet had
become acquainted with the contents of the plates ; and then, in
a concise manner, she related over the most prominent points in the
early history of her family; their hardships, trials, privations,
persecutions, sufferings, etc. ; some parts of which melted those
who heard her to tears, more especially the part relating to a
scene in Missouri, when her beloved son Joseph was condemned to
be shot in fifteen minutes, and she by prodigious efforts was en-
abled to press through the crowd to where he was, and to give
him her hand ; but could not see his face ; he took her hand and
kissed it ; she said, let me hear your voice once more, my son ; he
said God bless you, my dear mother ! She gave notice that she
had written her history, and wished it printed before we leave
this place. She then mentioned a discourse once delivered by
Joseph, after his return from Washington, in which he said that
"he had done all that could be done on earth to obtain justice for
their wrongs ; but they were all, from the President to the Judge,
determined not to grant justice. "But," said he, "keep good cour-
age, these cases are recorded in heaven, and I am going to lay
them before the highest court in heaven. "Little," said she "did
I then think he was so soon to leave us, to take the case up him-
self. And don't you think this case is now being tried? I feel
as though God was vexing this nation a little, here and there, and
I feel that the Lord will let Brother Brigham take the people
away. Here, in this city, lay my dead ; my husband and children ;
and if so be the rest of my children go with you, (and I would
to God they may all go) they will not go without me ; and if I go,
I want my bones brought back in case I die away, and deposited
with my husband and children."
WITHIN THE LOCKET
My Love, those severed tresses from thy brow.
Lie as a frame around thy pictured face,
And powerless the future years are now.
The whi:e of age upon that black to trace.
That braided darkness on thy brow that's been.
In days to come will tell the present truth.
That severed hair shall keep its raven sheen ,
To tell with that sweet face of thy rich youth.
Upon this locket, tears I've often shed.
Where face and tresses he in purest gold.
In kisses on that hair my lips hath 'ed.
And on that face that time shall not make old â
O now that beaury here before me lies,
To meet again my lips and feast mine eyes!
Ma's New Year's Resolutions.
By Elsie C. Carroll.
It was New Year's Eve, as the front door closed after
the "young folks" were ofif to the dance, Ma turned wearily to
her own unattractive room. Pa had gone to a Board meeting
and the younger boys, Jimmy and Fred, were at a barn party,
while ten-year-old Maudie, the baby, had gone to sleep with Nellie
Burke across the street.
Ma suddenly realized that she was alone in the house, and
its stillness seemed strange to her. She could scarcely remember
ever having been alone since Mary Louise was born, twenty-four
years ago. It struck her queerly, all at once, that she would
really enjoy being alone once in a while,- â only tonight she was
too tired to enjoy anything.
The week of holidays just ending had been unusually hard
for her. Perhaps it was because the children were all getting
older and demanded more in the way of amusement. Before
Christmas there had been the hurry and worry of getting the
girls new dresses all done in time for the first party. There had
been four to make this year, Maudie having insisted that she
needed her 's just as much as the older girls did. Then there had
been the Christmas dinner. Pa had invited a couple of men from
the experiment farm over at G., and Frank had brought a college
chum home from P., and Nettie's gentleman friend came down
from Salt Lake, and, of course, there were Mary Louise and Ben
and their babies.
After that there had been house parties and skating parties
and sleigh-riding picnic parties, until Ma felt like she had been
baking cake and spreading sandwiches and stuffing chickens for
Today had been the most crowded day of all. There had
been the Relief Society Charity Bazaar, in the morning to help
arrange, the New Year's dinner to plan and partially prepare,
and it had been her turn to see after sick old Granny Walker.
Then, the new little Mrs. Gurdy, who had just moved to town
and lived down the block, had sent for her to come and see if she
thought her baby was going to cut a tooth. The girls had been
extra "fussy" about their dresses. Nettie's sash had to be pressed
the last minute before the party, and Mabel's hair wouldn't go
right, and Lizzie discovered an ugly snag in her petticoat that
had to be mended. Frank couldn't find his collar buttons, and Pa
had lost a report he had to take to the Board meeting.
But they were all gone now and she could go to bed and rest,
if she couldn't sleep until they were all safely tucked in.
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Ma switched on the h'ght and turned to the old-fashioned
bureau to undo her hair.
Perhaps it was the unusuahiess of being alone, or it may
have been Ma's utter weariness, or again it may have been the
hovering spirit of the New Year pulsing with the breath of
woman's rights, that turned Ma's thoughts into such an unfre-
quented channel. At any rate, no matter what the cause. Ma, for
the first time in a quarter of a century, began thinking of herself.
Curiously she studied the image looking back at her from
the mirror. Why, it was an old care-worn woman, with weary
eyes and lined features, dull, grey hair and drooping shoulders.
It was her image and she â why, she was not yet forty-five years
old. Ma stared and stared, and that peculiar kink, which had
somehow got into her brain and directed her attention selfward,
sent a million new thoughts speeding through her mind. In
panoramic procession she saw the days and months and years she
had toiled and sacrificed for others. It had been always for
others ; her husband, her children, her neighbors. It had always
been their health and comfort and pleasure she had considered, â
never her own. Why, she was a slave in deepest bondage! A
great wave of self-pity surged over Ma and crimsoned her sallow
cheeks. She had given her all, and what had she received in
Her daughters' rooms were cosy and inviting ; hers was fur-
nished with discarded pieces from the rest of the house. Her
daughters wore dainty gowns, and their finger nails were pink
and shiny, and their skin was soft and smooth and smelled of
delicate cream, and their hair was thick and glossy. They had
time to read magazines and to entertain their friends. A fierce
envy of her own daughters took possession of Ma. She longed
almost savagely for the things they possessed and she did not
have. Why should she be a drudge, a slave for the rest of the
At that moment the spirit of the New Order of Things hov-
ered a little nearer and breathed rebellion into Ma's soul.
At ten o'clock Jimmy and Fred returned from the barn party
and were surprised at not finding Ma up waiting for them.
Thinking she must have gone to Mary Louise's to see how the
baby's ear-ache was, they went up stairs to bed. At eleven o'clock
Pa returned from the Board meeting. He was a little put out at
not finding Ma and his bowl of steaming milk waiting for him.
"Must have been called in by some of the neighbors," Pa
muttered a bit ill-humoredly, as he prepared for bed.
At twelve o'clock the girls and Frank stole in and lunched
MA'S NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTIONS. 9
cautiously in the pantry, congratulating themselves on their un-
usual success in not waking Ma.
The next morning Pa awoke with a start. Why, it was
broad daylight and he had not heard Ma get up. Then he re-
membered that he had not heard her come to bed either. Some of
the neighbors must be pretty sick to keep her all night. Or maybe
she was in the kitchen now getting breakfast. He usually heard
her when she was starting the fire, if he didn't wake when she
got up. He would go in and find out who was sick.
But the kitchen was still and cold. Pa crossed to the range
a little out of sorts to think that Ma would neglect her own family
for the neighbors.
He stopped still and stared. There on the teakettle was a
letter addressed to him â in Ma's handwriting. Pa had scarcely
seen that handwriting in twenty-five years, and a dull premonition
crept over him. He tore open the envelope and took out a closely
written sheet which he carried to the window the better to make
it out. What could it mean ? Where in the world could Ma be ?
Why had she written him a letter? Pa's features twitched with
varying emotions as he read:
"Dear John and Children: I've gone to the city to spend New
Year's. I ain't had a trip since I can remember; I ain't been to Salt
Lake City since I was married. Cousin Jane's invited me nearly every
year, too, so I decided to go. I didn't have any money of my own,
so I took fifteen dollars out of your safety box, John. I figured that
I'd help to earn it if anybody had. I didn't have any decent clothes â
I ain't had, for years and years â so I took your grey silk, Nettie, and
your brown suit and hat, Lizzie, and some gloves and a veil of yours,
Mabel. I took your new suit case, Frank, and Jimmie's thermo bottle
and Fred's last magazine. Maudie, I borrowed your mesh bag and a
couple of handkerchiefs.
"Maybe you'll all think I've lost my senses, but I ain't; I've just
found them, and I made a New Year's resolution that I'd use them,
"Lots of love, and a happy New Year to you all, from
Pa read the letter over for the third time before he was able
to sense in the least what it all meant.
Ma gone to the city â ? why, what in the world! â did she
want to ! â and taken money from the safety box ! â Why â he'd
have to miss the farmer's convention next week, may be â Why,
Ma to â do a thing like that ! What â what â could it mean ? He
read the letter again, and his own heart began to tell him what it
meant. With trembling fingers, at last, he laid the sheet on the
kitchen table and stood staring vacantly out of the window
through a sort of mist. Before him flashed a panorama similar to
the one Ma had seen the night before, and for the first time in
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his life, Pa, who had always considered himself a model husband,
father and citizen, told himself he was a blind brute. The cords
in his throat tightened and the mist before his eyes grew more
No wonder she had revolted! The only wonder was that
she had stood it so long.
At last he turned from the window and mechanically kindled
the fire. How cold and empty the house seemed! And Ma â
what if something should happen to her and she should never
come home ! He whisked out his handkerchief and blew his nose
(a man's method of trying to conceal emotion), as he resolved to
catch the first train to the city to find her.
He went to the foot of the stairs and called, "Nettie, â Lizzie,
â Mabel, â Frank, â all of you come down, quick!"
It was always Ma's voice that roused the sleepers in the
morning, so that this unusual summons from Pa, together with a
peculiar huskiness in his voice, brought a chorus of "What is it,
Pa? What's the matter? Where's Ma?" and soon the whole
family were gathered in the kitchen reading Ma's New Year's
resolution with varying expressions of surprise and dismay. Be
it said to their credit that not one member of that selfish family
showed the least resentment. They had been blind, and now their
eyes were suddenly opened, and they beheld Ma as a sacrificing
angel and themselves as unworthy ingrates. They were all united
in one thought : How to make amends ?
As they sat over a hurried breakfast of scorched toast, un-
salted cereal, and leathery omelet, â the effort of untrained hands,
â they discussed the situation freely.
"I don't blame her a bit," declared Nettie. "The only won-
der is that she hasn't done it long ago."
"But â but will â she e-v-e-r â come back?" whimpered