TULLIDGE`S QUARTERLY MAGAZINE.

On the 1st of July, 1838, one of the
most interesting events transpired of my
whole life in the ministry.

When Father Joseph Smith gave me
my patriarchal blessing, among the many
wonderful things of my life, he promised
me that I should bring my father's house-
hold into the kingdom of God, and I
felt that if ever I obtained the blessing,
the time had come for me to perform it.

By the help of God, I preached the
gospel faithfully to my father's house-
hold and to all that were with him, as
well as to my other relatives, and I had
appointed a meeting on Sunday, the 1st
of July, at my father's home.

My father was believing my testimony,
as were all in his household, but upon
this occasion the devil was determined
to hinder the fulfillment of the promise
of the patriarch unto me.

It seemed as though Lucifer, the son
of the morning, had gathered together
the hosts of hell and exerted his powers
upon us all. Distress overwhelmed the
whole household, and all were tempted
to reject the work. And it seemed as
though the same power would devour
me. I had to take to my bed for an
hour before the time of meeting. I there
prayed unto the Lord with my whole
soul for deliverance, for I knew the
power of the devil was exercised to hin-
der me from accomplishing what God
had promised me.

The Lord heard my prayer and an-
swered my petition, and when the hour
of meeting had come I arose from my
bed, and could sing and shout for joy to
think I had been delivered from the
power of the evil one.

Filled with the power of God, I stood
up in the midst of the congregation and
preached the gospel of Jesus Christ unto
the people in great plainness.

At the close of the meeting we assem-
bled on the banks of the Farmington
River, "because there was much water
there," [John 3:23] and I led six of my friends into
the river and baptized them for the re-
mission of their sins.

All of my father's household were in-
cluded in this number, according to the
promise of the Patriarch. They were
all relatives except Dwight Webster, who
was a Methodist class-leader and was
boarding with my father's family.

I organized the small number of nine
persons, eight of whom were my relatives,
into a branch of the Church, and or-
dained Dwight Webster to the office of a
priest and administered the sacrament
unto them.

It was truly a day of joy to my soul.
My father, stepmother, and sister were
among the number baptized. I after-
wards added a number of relatives. I
felt that this day's work alone amply re-
paid me for all my labors in the min-
istry.

Now, as my mission to my native land
was accomplished, which I felt im-
pressed to take while I was upon the
islands, I felt it my duty to return here.

Monday, July 2nd, 1838, was the last
day and night I spent at my father's
home while upon this mission. At the
setting of the sun I took the last walk
with my sister I ever had with her while
in my native State. We walked by the
canal and viewed the river and the
fields, and conversed upon our future
destiny.

After evening prayer with the family,
my father retired to rest, and I spent a
season with my stepmother, who had
reared me from my infancy. In conver-
sation we felt sensibly the weight of the
power of temptation, out of which the
Lord had delivered us.

I also spent a short time with my sis-
ter Eunice, the only sister I was ever
blessed with in my father's family. I
had baptized her into the Church and
Kingdom of God, and we mingled our
sympathies, prayers, and tears together
before the throne of grace.

How truly are the bonds of consan-
guinity and of the blood of Christ united
in binding the hearts of the Saints of
God together, and "how blessings
brighten as they take their flight."

This being the last night I was to
spend beneath my father's roof while
upon this mission, I felt the weight of it,
and my prayer was, "O, Lord, protect
my father's house, and bring him to
Zion!" (which prayer was granted.)

On the morning of July 3rd, I took
leave of my relatives and my native
land, and started on my return to
Maine.

I arrived in Scarboro on the 6th, and
on the 14th my first child—a daughter—
was born at Father Carter's house. We
named her Sarah Emma.

TULLIDGE'S QUARTERLY MAGAZINE.

Column 1 On the 1st of July, 1838, one of the most interesting events transpired of my whole life in the ministry.

When Father Joseph Smith gave me my patriarchal blessing, among the many wonderful things of my life, he promised me that I should bring my father's household into the kingdom of God, and I felt that if ever I obtained the blessing, the time had come for me to perform it.

By the help of God, I preached the gospel faithfully to my father's household and to all that were with him, as well as to my other relatives, and I had appointed a meeting on Sunday, the 1st of July, at my father's home.

My father was believing my testimony, as were all in his household, but upon this occasion the devil was determined to hinder the fulfillment of the promise of the patriarch unto me.

It seemed as though Lucifer, the son of the morning, had gathered together the hosts of hell and exerted his powers upon us all. Distress overwhelmed the whole household, and all were tempted to reject the work. And it seemed as though the same power would devour me. 1 had to take to my bed for an hour before the time of meeting. I there prayed unto the Lord with my whole soul for deliverance, for I knew the power of the devil was exercised to hinder me from accomplishing what God had promised me.

The Lord heard my prayer and answered my petition, and when the hour of meeting had come I arose from my bed, and could sing and shout for joy to think I had been delivered from the power of the evil one.

Filled with the power of God, I stood up in the midst of the congregation and preached the gospel of Jesus Christ unto the people in great plainness.

At the close of the meeting we assembled on the banks of the Farmington River, "because there was much water there," and I led six of my friends into the river and baptized them for the remission of their sins.

All of my father's household were included in this number, according to the promise of the Patriarch. They were all relatives except Dwight Webster, who was a Methodist class-leader and was boarding with my father's family.

I organized the small number of nine

Column 2 persons, eight of whom were my relatives, into a branch of the Church, and ordained Dwight Webster to the office of a priest and administered the sacrament unto them.

It was truly a day of joy to my soul. My father, stepmother, and sister were among the number baptized. I afterwards added a number of relatives. I felt that this day's work alone amply repaid me for all my labors in the ministry.

Now, as my mission to my native land was accomplished, which I felt impressed to take while I was upon the islands, I felt it my duty to return here.

Monday, July 2nd, 1838, was the last day and night I spent at my father's home while upon this mission. At the setting of the sun I took the last walk with my sister I ever had with her while in my native State. We walked by the canal and viewed the river and the fields, and conversed upon our future destiny.

After evening prayer with the family, my father retired to rest, and I spent a season with my stepmother, who had reared me from my infancy. In conversation we felt sensibly the weight of the power of temptation, out of which the Lord had delivered us.

I also spent a short time with my sister Eunice, the only sister I was ever blessed with in my father's family. I had baptized her into the Church and Kingdom of God, and we mingled our sympathies, prayers, and tears together before the throne of grace.

How truly are the bonds of consanguinity and of the blood of Christ united in binding the hearts of the Saints of God together, and "how blessings brighten as they take their flight."

This being the last night I was to spend beneath my father's roof while upon this mission, I felt the weight of it, and my prayer was, "O, Lord, protect my father's house, and bring him to Zion!" (which prayer was granted.)

On the morning of July 3rd, I took leave of my relatives and my native land, and started on my return to Maine.

I arrived in Scarboro on the 6th, and on the 14th my first child—a daughter— was born at Father Carter's house. We named her Sarah Emma.