We had a very interesting time at the Conference
and a large assembly of the Saints. It was the last ^time^ that
I should attend in that part of my old and beloved field of labour
during my present mission to England and whither or not
I should ever meet here a conference assembly of Saints
again was one of the secrets of my future left to time to
reveal.

We had held our meeting without disturbance
from the mob who were present for they were kept quiet
by the Police in attendance, who were in disguise, but
after the closing of the conference meeting a scene followed
not easily described in which the Saints and myself were
the actors.

I had escaped the mobbing of the
wicked but now if I may so describe it I was fairly
mobbed by the brethren and sisters

No sooner had the meeting closed than
multitudes of the Saints crowded around me and hands
were presented me on every side to bid me farewell
Many called for me to bless them before I departed. others
cried out "Lay hands upon me and heal me before you
go." One came with, "Brother Woodruff I am turned out of
doors for my religion. What shall I do?" Another with
"I am ready to go to Zion but my wife wont go with
me. Shall I leave her to gather with the Saints?"
A wife in turn says "My husband beats me and turns
me out of doors because I have been baptized. I have
money enough to carry me and the children to Zion
will you let me go without him?" "Brother Woodruff
my mother is over 80 years of age and has willed me
60 pounds at her death but will not emigrate with me
Must I stay for her to die or leave her now to go
with the Saints?" One said, "I have sold my little
place and shall have 30 pounds to-morrow but must go
out into the street. I have not enough to carry my family
to America. Can you help me to a few pounds or tell
me what to do? And an Elder cried out "How much
longer must I preach in England before you will let me

We had a very interesting time at the Conference and a large assembly of the Saints. It was the last time that I should attend in that part of my old and beloved field of labour during my present mission to England and whether or not I should ever meet here a conference assembly of Saints again was one of the secrets of my future left to time to reveal.

We had held our meeting without disturbance from the mob who were present for they were kept quiet by the Police in attendance, who were in disguise, after the closing of the conference meeting a scene followed not easily described in which the Saints and myself were the actors.

I had escaped the mobbing of the wicked but now if I may so describe it I was fairly mobbed by the brethren and sisters

No sooner had the meeting closed than multitudes of the Saints crowded around me and hands were presented me on every side to bid me farewell Many called for me to bless them before I departed, they cried out "Lay hands upon me and heal me before you go" One came with, "Brother Woodruff I am turned out of doors for my religion. What shall I do?" Another with "I am ready to go to Zion but my wife wont go with me. Shall I leave her to gather with the Saints?" A wife in turn says "My husband beats me and turns me out of doors because I have been baptized. I have money enough to carry me and the children to Zion will you let me go without him?" "Brother Woodruff my mother is over 80 years of age and has willed me 60 pounds at her death but will not emigrate with me Must I stay for her to die or leave her now to go with the Saints?" One said, "I have sold my little place and shall have 30 pounds to-morrow but must go out into the street. I have not enough to carry my family to America. Can you help me to a few pounds or tell me what to do? And an Elder cried out "How much longer must I preach in England before you will let me