I cannot mourn when I fol- low to the grave a man like Joseph Young; I have never been able to do it since I have been a member of the Church, when I havo followed a true, faithful, Latter-day Saint to the grave. Death was a gloomy subject to me before I heard the gospel of Jesus Christ. It was sad to see the bodies of men and women laid away in the tomb. I did not know where they came from, why they were here, where they were going. It was taking, as it were, a leap in the dark. But, thank God, the blood of Christ has burst the bonds of death, given us power in the resurrection, and the gospel of Jesus Christ has point- ed out to us the blessings, the glory and the privileges that we can en- joy in this world and in the world to come.