Saints are saints, sinners are sinners, middling folks are middling, just the same whether they have three 'revelations' a day apiece, or one once a year, or none at all.

You're fretting because you think a righteous man might do something wicked, thinking that the voice of the Lord had told him.

Not a bit of it! The Lord will take care of his own when they're a little off their heads just as much as at any other time." What few worldly goods Susannah chose to keep were packed in two single waggons, Halsey driving the one, and Elvira and Susannah by turns driving the other and holding the child.

Their long journey through the month of June was the most perfect pleasure that Susannah and Angel ever enjoyed together, the long nightmare of the last months at Kirtland left behind for ever, the stage of the future veiled, and the lineaments of natural hope painted upon the drop-curtain.

A loving fate sent fresh showers on their behoof during the nights, which laid the dust and dressed field and forest in their daintiest array.