Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1902-01-04

old Milo Andrus. II "Jlm" Andrus has
made up his mind TO be q Bishop he
will do It as thoroughly as any man liv-
, ing. People won't be allowed TO go to
sleep while he has the relns. David
Morris, big-hearted and hustler that he
Is, we know him well. And two new
faoes2 Twlns2 SO, The Brothers Miles,
active In Sunday school and Mutual
Improvement work Good Then do
tell US who these High Councillors are.
What? "Alex" Morris, MIX" Mac
Arthur, Brigham Jarvis
Dear, dear how the boys have
changed DO their mothers know them?
We should not, God bless them ALL
How fitting that all these should rise
up and bear off the burden Of the King
dom.
We miss Willard, Erastus w, Ar
timecla. Erastus b., Moroni, Libbie
Tone, Flarie, Die and Dub, Sam and
Susie. But we know where they are 4;
some gone onward, others working out
q peaceful salvation elsewhere, and
some rising surely in life's progress to
the infinite. Linda and Camilla, Oscar
and Charlie are left How tender recol-
lections flood the heart as we sit be-
meath the familiar roof
Hank, the choir, sweet and old fash
Toned as OF old They have not forgot
ten the restriction made by that famil-
lar old musician, John McFarlane,
1--WE want no Yankee screamers in our
choir" But Brother MoFarlane Is gone
now, and only few OF the older sing
ers are left-Brother orion, just the
same heavy bass as ever.
Services over II is delight to gather
under the trees and greet the dear old
friends. There's Charlie Walker,
"Mes1ult and soaproot, prlckley pears
and briRrs, St George is sure to be a
place that every one admlres." Quaint
old singer in Israeli How sweet will be
your songs when your harp Is tuned In
heaven.
And all the other friends, both old and
new Here's George Jarvis, with two OF
the best Dixie girls ever grown on
cactus And here's Sister Woodbury.,
none more valiant nor gifted than she
hut there's no Aunt Hannah Perkins,
Anna WINS. Lizzie Calkins, nor Miner
va Snow Resting are theyl Yet here
Is Sister Crosby looking twenty years
younger And Aunt Libbie, Sister
Lucy y. Young and Aunt Emma Gates
are all alive and active in other fields,
II is not Sunday, and we will walk
! about the streets and see all we may.
Many new and tasteful houses have
| been built since we were here. full
| twenty years ago, And one thing that
marked ST. George then. marks II now,
| the houses are all substantial and good.
| No temporary shells, nor dilapidated
makeshifts. They are built OF abode,
as a rule, and look clean and cosy In
| their restfu grays.
Let us walk down 20 the Temple We
| can see its white dome from almost any
| OF the streets.
How beautiful It is In its white SIM
plicity! No other temple exceeds Il IN
| the atmosphere OF brooding peace
| which overshadows It's towers and
minarets. And see! Here Ia change
and progressl The barren, sandy block
on which Il once stood, IL now a bower
| OF floral loveliness. How like a temple
| OF pearl II rises from It's sparkling bed
OF emerald and colored jewels. Nothing
| could be more beautiful
With solemn steps we pace the grav-
eled walks, and al the door new face
greets us; there is no John o. Angus
| TO make us welcome with his gruff
heartiness. He Is now doorkeeper In
| the House of his God.
But In the Office, President David II.
| Cannon gteets us warmly and makes
us welcome 10 the sacred precincts.
| Then Brother Bleak comes forward and
adds his gentle word Of eternal fellow
ship. and we go from room 20 room
with memories crowding like doves
! about the warm door Of our hearts,
| We see the pulpit With the tiny marks
upon II reminiscent Of the dedication In
| Jan, 1877. The chair on which Presi-
| dent Young was carried at that time,
| the desk at which he wrote and many