1847, Jan 9 - Jones, Dan - Letter to Orson Hyde
Letter to Orson Hyde, dated Jan. 9, 1847, at Mertyr Tydfil. (Vol
Dear brother Hyde,--The gale having somewhat subsided, I find time to give
you some items of brother Taylor's visit to the Ancient nation of the
everlasting hills. The report of his arrival spread far and near, over snowy
mountains, until, on the second day, Saints and sinners had crowded the largest
hall in these regions to overflowing. Such a turnout I never saw here before!
"Twas a conference as follows:--number of branches, 38--Elders,
34--Priests,61--Teachers, 35--Deacons, 22; baptized since the last conference
(which was held in July) 341--total 979.
Brother Taylor taught them many glorious principles, unfolded the beauties of
future ages, the hope of the Saints, as though he was well acquainted with the
eternal councils, since the "Sons of God shouted for joy;" and
although the majority did not understand the English langauge, or brother
Taylor the Welsh, yet it vibrated their nerves like electricity, by the spirit,
I suppose, until they were highly edified. At length brother Taylor (for some
reason, I know not, unless because he loved us) set to work trying to stumble
some of us professedly so. He told all the worst tricks of ancient and modern
saints--the last first, which proved far the least. He tried them every way,
but utterly failed to stumble any of them though some whined because he
compared their "little captain to one of the little boys of Zion," as
he said; but I thought that as much gospel as any thing he said.
Our conference lasted two days, and really it was a "little heaven
below," more love and union I never witnessed, not even a groan or an
Brother Taylor, among other things, made songs of Zion, very suitable to the
Saints of Wales, and sung them beautifully. Some thirty in the different
branches through Wales were called and ordained unto the different offices of
After an affectionate farewell address which caused tears to flow, brother
Taylor left on Monday night with the train for London, via Bristol, and
such shaking of hands and blessing, reminded me of old times in the "Groove"
at Nauvoo, and proved the power of the love of Christ--cementing the hearts of
strangers as one by his spirit, though oceans and tongues intervene.
The general query was, after he left, "when shall we all be gathered to
Zion?" and as I have not had such an answer myself, the nearest to it I
tell is, "when we have reaped all the fields in Wales, and bring the wheat
home with us."--You will perceive, dear brother, that we have not been
very idle, although it was but our seed time this season, but we anticipate a
rich harvest next season. Some few seeds shoot up very soon, you know, others
grow deep--so here only nine baptized after the conference closed in this
branch, but a general spirit of enquiry, fanned up by the persecuting preachers
and editors (poor things!) as by their preaching, or both together, make quite
lively times with us,--and God grant it may be more so is my prayer. Amen.
From your brother and obedient servant in Christ,
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