Biographical Sketches from Woman’s Exponent

Introduction

“The Woman’s Exponent (1872-1914) was the first publication owned and published by Latter-day Saint women. An eight-page, three-column, quarto (10 inch x 13 inch) newspaper, it was issued bimonthly, or in later years, monthly. During the forty-two years of its publication, Louisa Lula Greene (1872-1877) and Emmeline B. wells (1877-1914) served as editors. Although not owned by the Church, the Exponent had the approval and encouragement of the General Authorities of the Church” (for more information see, https://eom.byu.edu/index.php/Woman%27s_Exponent).

Thomas, Shirley W, “Woman’s Exponent.” In Daniel H. Ludlow, Encyclopedia of Mormonism: The History, Scripture, Doctrine, and Procedure of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, vol. 4 (New York, Palgrave MacMillan), 1571.

 

Lydia Catherine Mar Adams (1830-1912). “Obituary.” Women’s Exponent. March, 1912, p. 56.

Obituary: Lydia Catherine Man Adams

Lydia Catherine Man Adams, an honored pioneer of Teasdale, Wayne Co., died Jan 17th, 1912 of dropsy and pneumonia, at Torrey, at the home of her daughter Mrs .Elizabeth Covington, at the ripe age of 81 years 11 months and 23 days. She was stricken with dropsy 5 weeks before her demise, and although medical aid was secured and loving hands did all in their power to relieve her sufferings, yet it was decreed otherwise, for the noble spirit had faithfully performed life’s mission, and was ready to lay down life’s burdens, with the glorious assurance of coming forth in the morning of the first resurrection, with her husband and loved ones gone before. For days before the end came, all of her children except one son, Lewis Adams of Manard, Idaho, were constantly at her bedside.

Mrs. Adams was the daughter of George William Man and Elizabeth Cook Man. She was born January 25th 1830 at Beaverly, Canada, and married David B Adams, a widower with 5 small children. She was the mother of 11 children, seven sons, and four daughters; two sons, two daughters, her husband, and four step-children preceding her to the other side. She has 81 grandchildren, 79 great grand-children, and seven great-great-grandchildren.

She and her husband were among the first pioneers of Beaver and Adamsville, (the latter place being named after them), Cedar, Escalante, and Teasdale, enduring the hardships and trials of the early days of Utah uncomplainingly. They lived for months on bran bread, and water soup in which a few carrot tops were boiled and thickened with bran. On such a diet she took care of their now large family, sheared, carded, spun, and wove the wool from the few sheep they had, and after the children were in bed at night she would wash, iron, patch, and darn, so that the clothes would be ready to put on in the morning. She was an artist with the needle and in the latter years of her life, she fashioned beautiful designs in quilts, bedspreads, rugs, tidies, etc., and was never so happy as when surrounded by her children, grand and great grandchildren and had plenty of work to keep her busy. She was able to work and get around until she was taken sick.

She was an industrious, faithful Latter-day Saint beloved by all who knew her; and was lovingly called Grandma Adams by all of the neighborhood.

She was president of the Teasdale Relief Society for a number of years, and a faithful Church worker all her life.

At her funeral, which was held in the Teasdale meetinghouse, Jan 20th, 1912, the speakers Elder Walter E. Hanks, President Joseph Eckersley, Elders James Hood, Heber J Wilson and Walter Coleman all spoke of the beautiful character of the deceased and paid a high tribute to her sterling qualities and lovable disposition. Those who had know her all their lives testified that they had never seen her angry or out of patience, and that she was indeed a modest, unassuming, lovable wife and mother. They spoke consolingly to the relatives and exhorted them to live for a happy reunion in the future.

The floral offerings were profuse and beautiful and the ward choir furnished appropriate music. “Near the great white Throne,” was sweetly rendered by Mrs. Ada Schurtz and Miss Hazel Dalley. Friends came from different parts of the country to pay their last respects to this noble woman.

 

Nettie S. Alder (1870-1890). Dallas, Ellis. “A Loved One Passed Away.” Women’s Exponent. February 15, 1890, p. 142.

Born Oct 14, 1870 Died January 10 1890 

“Sister thou wast mild and lovely./Gentle as a summer breeze,/Pleasant as the air of evening,/When it floats among the trees,

Peaceful by thy silent slumber–/Peaceful in the grave so low;/Thou no more shalt join our number;/Thou no more our songs shall know.”

Once again we have cause to mourn the departure of one of our dearly loved members. On Friday, evening, Jan 10, 1890, the sweet spirit of our dear sister and friend, Nettie Alder, passed away.

What an indescribable sadness came over us upon hearing of this sad event! How tears unbidden flowed from our eyes, and would not be checked! We could not at first realize the painful truth. But alas! Too true. Nettie has left us. Her pure, noble spirit has taken its flight. Words cannot express how keenly we feel the loss of this dear one from our number. We realize that in partin with Nettie we have lost one of the brightest and most faithful workers in the association.

From her childhood Nettie has been an interested and a useful member, always performing the labors assigned to her willingly and well. We shall miss her bright face from our midst. As the roll is called we shall no more hear the gentle voice answer with a beautiful sentiment. No more can we listen to the bright ideas with which she was wont to respond to the programme. By her sweet amiable disposition, Nettie gained our lasting love and affection; her bright intellect won our earnest admiration; while her virtue, integrity and true womanly dignity incites our emulation. But she has left us. Why she should have been called away we know not. It is one of those decrees of divine Providence that it is difficult to understand. It is hard to bow the head and say, “Thy will be done.”

To Nettie’s parents and loved ones: We extend to you our hearftfelt sympathy in this hour of your bereavement. We realize that your sorrow is a great one, and that words are weak to console unless accompanied by that soothing spirit that gives comfort to the aching heart. You feel that the sunshine has gone from your home; to you the sun does not shine with its usual brightness. There is a place in your home that is vacant; a place that no person can fill. Such and kindred thoughts are but natural. But do not let your grief be so great as to drive the Holy Spirit from you, for this, and this alone, can fill the void in your hearts. Remember our Savior said, “Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be comforted.”

For nineteen years Nettie has brightened your home with the sunshine of her presence, but she has been called away. He that bestowed this blessing upon you has taken her again.

While here her future looked bright and promising. She is enjoying a future far brighter and happier than earth could have given her had she remained.

Try to realize that in parting with Nettie you have added one more treasure to those gone before; one more link to connect you with that bright home above, and one more hand to beckon you along that straight and narrow path that leads to life eternal.

We as a band of sisters earnestly pray that the Spirit of God will permeate your home. May its sweet influence soothe and comfort you, heal your wounded hearts, and shed a brightness over your souls that no earthly power can dim.

“Dearest sister, thou hast left us;/Here thy loss we deeply feel;/But the God that has bereft us,/He can all our sorrows heal.

Yet again we hope to meet thee,/When death’s gloomy night has fled;/Then on earth with joy to greet thee,/Where no bitter tears are shed.

Officers and members of the 17th Ward, Y.L.M.I.A  Mrs. J.C. Howe President, Miss Ella Dallas, Secretary.

 

Hannah Jackson Allen (1825-1891). “In Memorium.” Women’s Exponent. April 15, 1891, p. 158.

The subject of the following brief memoir, Sister Hannah Jackson Allen, was born at Gool, Lincolnshire, England, January 29th, 1825, was married to W.L.N. Allen, of Kingston upon Hull, England, August 14th, 1848. Received the gospel which her husband had previously received and was baptized by Elder Hugh Findlay of Glasgow, Scotland, then President of the district known as the Hull Conference.

By nature, Mrs. Allen was ardent and impulsive, sociable and sympathetic, hence her home at once became the main centre of the branch of which her husband was the loved and respected President. Round this centre, the Saints gathered from all points of the large Conference, for here was an open house to all “the honest of heart,” and whole souled welcome to such as “came in the name of the Lord.”

Her heart went especially to the Missionaries, both native and foreign. She realized painfully their great self denial, and the hardships to which they were subjected. Thus her cottage home was in very deed to them a haven of rest, and its hospitable hearth the altar where they offered up their sings of praise, and thanksgiving, and from which they went forth as giants refreshed with new wine. And to their credit be it spoken there are some in the land today who mindful of these things, speak of her still as “Dear Sister Allen.”

She was a woman of few words, but full of deeds, golden deeds, of love and charity. She filled well and to the full her mission in her native land, and carried with her the grateful love of all hearts, when, on the 7th of Jan., 1853, accompanied by her husband and first born child, an infant son of eight weeks, she started out for the gathering place of the Saints, where they arrived on the 12th of Oct. following, after a trying journey, equal in extent to the diameter of our globe, with good spirits, but somewhat impaired health from a long and stormy ocean voyage in mid-winter, and a more than thousand mile tramp over the trackless prairie, during which she carried her sick babe and walked from twelve to twenty miles a day.

How little do emigrants of today realize the privations and discomforts which of necessity awaited the early settlers! Silver and gold counted little in those days, it was brain and muscle, faith and integrity, which alone had value then, and in these things, Sister Allen and her brave young husband were rich indeed.

New and perplexing circumstances greeted them here, strangers in a strange land. But they quickly comprehended the situation, and with characteristic resolution took their stand, from which they never swerved, come weal, come woe, it was all the same, their hands were on the Gospel plow, and being, as she was wont to say “of the right grit,” they never faltered, not even when the law of celestial marriage was presented to them, that most trying of all tests ot women of her temperament and early training, but she bravely passed the ordeal, and proved that to know her duty was virtually to do it, and to the great surprise of her husband, suffering not her natural prejudices to assert themselves, she emulated the example of Sarah, and thus secured her own eternal honor.

In her new home even in the midst of penury, their old hospitality distinguished them, and in 1853, they took to their hearts ad house, four orphan children whose parents had died on the plains, and the result of her labor of love is found in the fact that every one of them are to-day industrious and reliable members of the community.

Notwithstanding her native sociability, Sister Allen was retiring even to a fault, and when the Relief Society of the twenty-first Ward was organized, with Mrs. A.O. Burt as President and she was first Counselor, she would fain have shrunk from the appointment, but finding she could not consistently do so, she took up the duties of her office, as she had done everything else, with all the energies of her being. No personal sacrifice was too much for her to make, she was always at her post, and could be confidently counted upon whenever required, until midsummer of 1857, when in the order of an unerring Providence, she was stricken with paralysis, and her usefulness forever destroyed.

But in this terrible visitation the goodness of God to her was remarkably manifest, in the fact, that her intellect was unimpaired, so that she could understand and enjoy all the blessings, which He in His love and mercy crowded into her last years, her only trouble was that she could not do anything for others in return for all their devotion to her. She would fervently remark with tears, “O if I could only do something even mend a pair of socks for the children, I would not mind.” But she had done her work, had made her record for industry, and left an example well worthy of imitation. It was therefore permitted her to rest from her labors even in this life. During the three years and a half of her utter helplessness, her children were untiring in their devotion to her, and vied with each other in demonstrations of their filial love, and her husband was her constant companion.

Her last days on earth was the 66th anniversary of her birth, and waking early that morning the Bishop said to her, “Ma, this is your birthday, I wish you many happy returns.” “My death day you mean,” she interposed; this remark he considerately evaded, and continued, “As the weather is cold and threatening, suppose we don’t celebrate today, but keep yours and mine together in May?” “Yes, it is cold, that will be better,” she replied. But the angel of the programme had arranged otherwise, and in the afternoon brought together her sons and her daughters, with their children, and their love tokens, to spend that never to be forgotten evening—the last with them. They were a happy unsuspecting party gathered around that family board without the faintest shadow of approaching gloom, or the smallest hint of coming grief. No death’s head at that joyous feast, all was harmless mirth and gaiety, and not until a late hour was the last good-night spoken, the last maternal kiss imprinted on precious lips and cheeks which she would kiss no more. All was done, she had finished her mother work, then calmly and peacefully she laid her down to rest, never to rise again! But not in the darkness of night did she steal away, no, she saw the morning dawn, and the bright blue sky, ere the last of human words had fallen on her ear, and they, coupled with his hearty and affectionate “Good morning, mother,” were a joke from her last born son, to which she replied in the same spirit, then the loved voice was hushed forever.

Some fifteen minutes later the Bishop returned to the room and finding a great change, summoned the family. There was no agonizing struggle, nothing to appal the looker on, but evidently the finger of death had tenderly touched the vitals, and his work too was done. She was gone! Gone where? Through “the beautiful gates ajar,” “Unto the glorious city beyond” from whence she beckons her loved ones to follow. Farewell to thee patient one! Peace to thy ashes, honor to thy memory, the blessings of consolation to thy bereaved children. May every name be written in the Saint’s book of Life, and chosen when He shall number up His jewels.

 

Huldah Meriah Ballentyne (1823-1883). “Gone to Her Rest.” Women’s Exponent. May 1, 1883, p. 181.

The funeral services over the remains of Sister Huldah Meriah Ballantyne, wife of Elder Richard Ballantyne, were held in the Fourth Ward schoolhouse, on Thursday afternoon, April 5th, 1883. The building was filled to its utmost capacity with friends who went there to pay their last tribute of respect to the memory of their departed friend.

The services were conducted by Bishop Edwin Stratford. The Choir sang: “Mourn not the dead who peaceful lay their wearied bodies down.”

Prayer was then offered by Elder Joseph Parry. The choir than sang: Sister, thou wert mild and lovely.”

After which David M Steward addressed the assembly for a few minutes. He said he had been acquainted with Sister Ballantyne for twenty years. He knew she was a good kind hearted lady, and a faithful Saint of God. She was always ready, willing, and took a delight in administering to the afflicted and supplying comfort, consolation and material help to those who were in need.

These kind offices were not confined to those of her own household, but were extended to the whole neighborhood in which she resided. Many will miss her, and by her death will lose a kind friend who acted towards them like an administering angel. But outside of her own family circle none will realize the loss of her society and good offices more than the Fourth Ward Ladies’ Relief Society, with whom she had been associated, and whose best interests she had labored many years to promote. She has made many friends who mourn her departure, and whose hearts are filled with blessings for her and her posterity, who will perpetuate her name and memory. She has been a woman of integrity; she has fought the good fight. She has kept the faith, and has secured for herself an eternal inheritance in the Kingdom of God.

President O.F. Middleton was the next speaker. He fully endorsed all that had been said by Elder Steward, as he had been long acquainted with the deceased, and knew that every word that had been uttered concerning her was true. He sympathized with the bereaved husband and family in their affliction. He knew, of course, that we are all appointed to die, and it is but a matter of time when each one of us will be called upon to pass through this ordeal. But the gospel is full of promises to the faithful Saints of God, and those who remain true to the end of their lives will receive a reward in the resurrection that will fully compensate them for all their sufferings for the gospel’s sake. He prayed that God would bless all present with his Spirit and enable us so to live that when at last our end shall come it may be like that of our departed sister. She lived the life of the righteous, she died in the Lord, and her eternal reward is sure.

President N.C. Flygare next spoke. He said it fell to his lot to be with Sister Ballantyne during the last hours of her sickness. She had been a very great sufferer. Her body was worn out in the services of God and His people. But she had borne it all with much patience and fortitude, until the Lord relieved her by death. Her sufferings are over; she is now free from all her sorrow and has gone to her rest. He then spoke of her long, faithful, and efficient labors in the Relief Society in the Fourth Ward, over which she presided for about four years. Her mission on earth is done and she has earned a name that will never perish.

Elder Lorin Farr next briefly addressed the meeting. He said he had been acquainted with Sister Ballantyne for some thirty-eight years, and never saw her during that time when she was not ready to impart of her substance to administer to those who were in distress. He never knew her otherwise than an honorable, upright woman, faithful wife, affectionate mother, and true Latter-day Saint. He was in full sympathy with all that had been said of her by the former speakers.

Bishop Stratford made a few appropriate remarks, after which the choir sang “Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb, Take this new treasure to thy trust.”

The benediction was pronounced by Bishop F.A. Hammond.

The Cortege then took up its march to the cemetery where the remains of Sister Huldah Meriah Ballantyne were laid to rest.

Deceased was the daughter of Gardner and Electa Clark. She was born at Genesee, New York, October 26th, 1823. She was baptized into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in 1840 by Elder orson Hyde—by whom she was also confirmed—at Genova, Illinois. She gathered with her parents and family to Nauvoo, in 1842. She remained there until 1846, when she was expelled from her home, in connection with thousands of others who were driven away by the hands of a ruthless mob. She went to Winter Quarters, where, on February 17th, 1847 she was married to Richard Ballantyne by President Heber C Kimball.

In the fall of 1848, she arrived with her husband in Salt Lake City. In 1860 she moved to Weber County. For six years she resided in Eden, Ogdon Valley. The remainder of the time since that period she has lived in this city.

On the 4th of January 1879, she was appointed President of the Fourth Ward Relief Society, over which she has continued until her demise. She was the mother of nine children, four sons and five daughters. One boy and girl are dead. She has also twelve grandchildren. Sister Ballantyne has been sick with general debility for about one year, during which time she was a great sufferer. She realized the state of all her mental faculties to the last moment of her life, and died surrounded by all her loving children, with whom she shook hands and left with the her parting blessing.

On the casket bearing the remains was the following encircled by a beautiful white wreath.

“A Tribute of Respect in memory of Sister H. Ballantyne, the first President of the 4th Relief Society. Presented by the officers and members of the Society. Absent but not forgotten.”

Ogden Herald, April 6, 1883.

 

Maren Bartleson. (1807-1894). Daile, Lette. “In Memorium.” Women’s Exponent. December 1, 1894, p. 216.

Sister Bartleson was borun in Lundie, Viborg, Amt, Denmark, Aug. 19th 1807.

She was married to Niels Barlteson in the summer of 1831, and joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in the Spring of 1853. Her husband did not join for some time after.

They suffered much persecution in their native land even before they became members of the Church, and were compelled to choose between their home and the Gospel: for one or the other must be forfeited, although their landlord tried hard to have them give up their religion which the husband would have done at the that time, he, being quite weak in the faith; but his wife preferred giving up her home, putting her trust in the Lord, saying, it was all in the programme; so she with her husband and ten children, the youngest being only a year and a half old, calmly submitted to leave their home, the only one they had occupied since their marriage (twenty one years). From that time they had no permanent home until they emigrated to America which they did in 1863.

The children all except two, the oldest and youngest, had come before, the mother having sent them as she could get means. This required great faith, some of them being very young to be entrusted to the care of strangers. But her great desire was to have them gather to Zion and be privileged to meet them there. The Lord heard and answered her prayers in their behalf. For altho’ the companies, in which they came, were overtaken with disaster, sickness and death, their lives were all spared to meet their parents and youngest sister when they arrived in Utah. The oldest daughter still being in Denmark. After some traveling around in the Territory, they made their home in Mt. Pleasant, Sanpete Co., where Brother Bartleson died a faithful Elder Sep. 20th, 1875. The remaining years of Sister Bartleson’s life she lived a widow. She labored in the Relief Society as a teacher for many years. The duties of this office she faithfully fulfilled. One of her chief delights was to visit and relieve the wants of the poor and needy.

She still kept her home in Mt. Pleasant, but for the last five and a half years previous to her demise she had lived with her daughters. Lette and Threna Dalley in Summit, Iron Co. She was afflicted with a consumptive cough for twelve years, and the last two years of her life, she was not able to leave her room or do anything for her self; and her constant prayer was for the Lord to take her home. She never feared death any more than she would to pass from one room to another. She passed very peacefully away from this life on the third of April 1894, at the residence of her daughter Lette Dailey. She was the mother of ten children, one son and nine daughters, all of whom survive her. She had ninety four grandchildren and one hundred and six great grand children.

She died as she lived a faithful Latter-day Saint and we know that she will reap the reward of the faithful. – Lette P. Dailey.

 

Mary E. Knight Bassett. (1836-1904). Alder, Lydia. “Sketch of the Life of Sister Mary E. Knight Bassett.” Women’s Exponent. January 1904, p. 61.

Sketch of the Life of Sister Mary E. Knight Bassett

It has often been said that the lives of the Saints are full of romance; that they read as fiction, and not as real life. So it is with that of the subject of this sketch, whose history is woven in with the early history of the Church, in the days of unbounded faith in, love for and devotion to the great Prophet of the nineteenth century.

Sister Bassett’s advent into this world occurred on June 16, 1836, at Gallatin, Clay county, Missouri. Long since the story has been told of the persecutions the Missouri Saints endured. How they were pillaged, driven and murdered. Homes and lands, the result of all their toil and labor, they were forced to abandon. Some of them even walked barefoot over the dry stubble, leaving bloody footprints at every step. Oh, the pain, the suffering of those days! Delicate women, small children, trudging along beside their little posessions, leaving mobs and forsaken homes behind. Peace had only been transitory, the threats of violence numerous and frequent.

Uncertainty stretched before them, yet they had an abiding faith that elsewhere they would find a place of rest, where unmolested by those creeds, they could worship God in their own way. Thus early in her life—being only four years of age—she was, with her parents and other Saints, expelled from Missouri.

Nauvoo the beautiful, situated on a bend of the Mississippi river, became her home for a time. From there her parents moved to La Harpe, an adjoining town, where they remained until the martyrdom of the Prophet Joseph and his brother Hyrum. This tragic event brought overwhelming sorrow to the Saints. Darkness reigned over Nauvoo. Fearful forebodings, grief and lamentations were borne on the air. Hunted and driven, mob violence on every hand, many Saints fled into Nauvoo, the family of Brother Knight being among the number; here they remained until the exodus of the Saints in 1846.

Well she remembers the miracle of the quails, that were sent to the starving “poor camp” on the banks of the Mississippi river, opposite Nauvoo. Destitute, sick and a hungered, prey to all the ills of the poor, scarcely able to raise a hand to relieve their dire necessities; want stamped on each shrunken, pinched face, there they were, those known as the “poor camp.” The Mississippi rolling by was unmindful of their sufferings. The cold stars in a winter sky, in pity gave their light, but icy breezes almost froze these houseless, homeless fugitives, made such by religious hate and intolerance, in the blaze of the vaunted civilization of the nineteenth century. But God was not unmindful of them; their prayers reached beyond the pale moon and glittering stars, even to heaven’s throne. Those who were able had gone in search of food, while the sick lay all around. Suddenly a dark cloud overshadowed the camp, but the stricken ones did not wonder much—if they were able to think at all—but just waited, not knowing what was coming next, when, lo! in untold numbers the quails flew down among them; they had only to pit out their hands, take and eat. Once again they would behold the miracle-food sent from heaven and the salvation of God.

Joseph Knight, Sister Bassett’s father, her grandfather, Joseph Knight, Sen., and his brother, Newel Knight, were close friends of the Prophet, even before the organization of the Church. At her parents’ home in Missouri the Prophet was a frequent and welcome visitor. By her parents she has been told, also by her older sister, Mrs. M. A. Mills, now living, that the Prophet often took her in his lap and fondly caressed her. She remembers that in Nauvoo she heard him preach in the bowery, just west of the temple. But that stately edifice is no more; not one stone left upon another; nothing left to designate where it once stood. After the expulsion of the Saints, the spirit of destruction, not yet satiated, was wreaked on the senseless stone and wood. It was set on fire. For a time the Mississippi ran as blood, while its grim banks and near surroundings were dyed with the crimson hue. The sky was ablaze, clouds banked each other in blood, then the light went out, and the city was desolate. The temple its glory, the Saints its strength and pride, all had vanished. The ever thrilling story lives in history of how the pioneers reached this land, each succeeding year saw another band wend its way across the trackless plains, until all were gathered who chose to come. Brother Knight with his family reached Salt Lake City in 1850. In common with others, they laid loved ones to rest on the way, for the old Mormon trail is marked by graves from Salt Lake to the Missouri River.

There they rest and mark the way,
Where the pilgrims trod:
‘Till the resurrection day,
There beneath the sod.

Ev’ning breezes wail around,
Coyotes screech in vain,
Nought disturbs their sleep so sound,
Nought wakes them again.

March 5, 1853, Sister Bassett entered into the holy order of marriage, becoming the wife of Charles H. Bassett, and is the mother of nine children, six of whom are still living. With her husband she has aided in building the great mountain commonwealth, where the children of the Saints enjoy plenty and prosperity.

Losses, trials and perplexities fall to the lot of all. She had shared in tehse, too, but they have been sanctified to her, and today she is beloved among women. Long, too, she has labored among the poor and distressed, been an angel of mercy to those in need. Very early she identified herself with the Relief Society, and was called to preside over the Second ward in 1871, which position she still holds. Loved by her sisters, she is respected by all those with whom she is associated, while children and grandchildren rise up and call her blessed. Faithful and true, enduring all things for the Gospel’s sake, how glorious shall they be who so continue unto the end. When Christ shall make up his jewels, resplendent shall they shine forever.

Who bear the cross shall wear the crown,
‘Twas ever thus decreed;
And through the golden gates at last,
Pass on, from trials freed.

‘Tis worth all suff’ring, all distress.
The joys of ehaven share;
To dwell with God in realms of bliss—
The sanctified are there.

Then as the sun the saints appear,
By blood they’re purified;
And through eternity they’ll praise
The Lamb, who for them died.

-Lydia D Alder.

 

Mary Tyndal Baxter. (–1909). Gourley, Amelia, Julia Okelberry, & Lucy P. Taylor. “Tribute of Love.” Women’s Exponent. January, 1910, p. 46.

A tribute to the memory of our beloved sister and counselor, Mary Tyndal Baxter, who departed this life November 24, 1909. When an infant she was stolen from her mother and was raised by a foster mother who taught her to read the Bible, fear God and lead a good, virtuous life, therefore when she heard the true Gospel she was ready to receive it.

She emigrated to Utah in an early day and was married to John Baxter in the Endowment House in 1857 by whom she bore ten children, five boys and five gorls, seven of whom survive her, two sons and one daughter have passed into the spirit world many years ago.

In 1869 her husband died leaving her a widow, therefore she had a very hard struggle to reat and care for so large a family of small children, but the Lord heard her cry and blessed her and fitted her back for its heavy burden.

She being a natural born nurse, was much sought after by the sick and afflicted and she did much good. At the first organization of the Relief Society of the Goshen ward she was chosen treasurer June 2, 1869. She was also blessed and set apart as a midwife and comforter of the sick, which calling she labored in up to the time of her last illness.

In June, 1874, she moved from Goshen to Spanish Fork, where in the year of 1875 she was chosen president of the Relief Society of that ward, and she labored in that capacity until the fall of 1889, when she was honorably released on account of her time being so occupied with the sick, she felt she could not do justice to both callings. When the ward was divided into four in the year 1892, she was prevailed on to be first counselor to Sister Hansen of the Fourth Ward Relief Society, Spanish Fork, and she worked in love and union with the sisters for many years, and she was known by old and young as Grandma Baxter.

The last few years of her life she has spent mostly among her children, some of whom live in Goshen, her old hom for the greater part of her time for the past five years, but she could not content herself to lead a quiet life but busied herself among the sick and lent a helping hand as long as she could. We have enjoyed her company and good advice in our Relief Society meetings, where we listened with much attention to her good counsel, thrilling experiences and strong testimonies of the truth of the Gospel. She has done much work in the Temples of God for the redemption of her dead relatives and friends, and many will be there to meet and welcome her for she has gone to her reward.

Resolutions:

Whereas our Heavenly Father has seen fit to call from our midst our beloved sister and co-laborer; therefore be it

Resolved that we emulate her many virtues, noble character and many deeds of love and kindness that she so bounteously bestowed upon mankind, for she never gave a deaf ear to the cry of the afflicted, but went out among the sick in all sorts of weather and in the dark hours of the night to give aid to those in distress. Therefore we resolve to remember her as one of God’s jewels and a true and faithful Latter-day Saint.

Resolved, that we tender our sympathy to her sons and daughters in the loss of so good a mother; spread a copy of these resolutions upon the records of the Goshen Relief Society and send one to the Woman’s Exponent for publication.

We will miss our dear, sweet sister
We can see her vacant chair,
But she’s gone to her kind Father
Who has blessings rich and bare.

Amelia Gourley
Julia M Okelberry
Lucy P Taylor – Committee.

 

Annie Ashbrook Becker. (1830-1890). Brower, Betsy. Women’s Exponent. March 1, 1891, p. 136.

Dear Editor: It has been a long time since I promised you I would write the obituary of my dear friend, Sister Annie Becker, who departed this life Oct. 14th, 1890, aged 60 years, 4 months and 23 days. Sister Becker’s maiden name was Annie Ashbrook, she was born, May 1830, in Manchester England. Her parents were George and Kate Ashbrook.

Her health had been failing for some time and when she was called hence, to meet her Father in heaven, she was sitsifed to go, for she had verily come home to live and die with the Saints of God in the valleys of the mountains—the Zion of our God. When she knew she was god, as we stood by her bedside she said these words, “I shall soon pass through the valley of the shadow of death, but I am not afraid.” May we all have the same assurance when we lay on our deathbed: and after that she lay peacefully waiting for the message of death, that comes to all in time.

I first became acquainted with her in Liverpool in 1852 or 1853. I had the pleasure of telling her first of the Gospel and introduced her to the brethren in the office there. I could stay but a days as I had to return home to Birmingham, but in a few weeks afterwards I had the news of her conversion to the truth; she came to Utah with one of the hand-cart companies in 1856. Brother F.D. Richard’s wagon came along in which she rode, she married a few months afterwards. Brother E. Cast, cabinet maker of the 13th Ward, where I believe you became acquainted with her; she left him through force of circumstances and lived for some time in the 8th Ward; and was there married to her lately bereaved husband, by whom she had wo children, a boy and a girl; the boy died when a few days old; the girl still lives to mourn the death of a fond, affectionate mother: and may she emulate her virtues, and be determined as she was to uphold the principles of truth.

In 1863, like many others, Mr. and Mrs. Becker went to Virginia, Montana, thinking to stay a few months and then return home. Times were hard and they took a trip to England instead of returning here, but not being satisfied, she (Mrs. Becker) soon sought the Latter-day Saints and identified herself with them again; they were living in Brighton; our faithful Elders who were traveling without purse or scrip were ever welcome guests at her home, I have no doubt many remember her hospitalities with pleasure.

Again she left her home in England for her home in “the mountains of Ephraim,” and arrived here thankful to God that He had permitted her to return safely.

She was a faithful, kind friend, a warm defender of the principles of life and salvation, and through her failing health she seldom could attend meetings she was ever ready to do what was required of her through the Relief Society in helping the poor and needy, and often called around her as best she could, her faithful sisters, that she could bless them and be blessed thereby.

Peace to her ashes, may we be permitted to meet in the morning of the first resurrection to rejoice together, is my prayer, trusting all is well. Accept my kind regards. Your Sister in the Gospel Betsy M Brower. Richmond, 1891.