--- title: Improvement Era description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930. authors: - Alder, Lydia D. collections: - periodicals tags: - magazine - improvement-era periodical: Improvement Era volume: 9 number: 11 published: 1906-09 publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations publisher_place: Salt Lake City language: en type: magazine reference: 'Lydia D. Alder, "Another Fulfilment of the Angel’s Prophecy," *Improvement Era* 9, no. 11 (September 1906): 894–896.' source: url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera0911unse transcription: Transcribed from the Internet Archive scan of each issue (the item for each issue is named in the issue's own source); unnumbered advertising leaves are omitted, printed page numbers are kept as page markers. identifier: improvementera0911unse start_page: 894 end_page: 896 rights: status: public-domain basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1906-09) source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera0911unse publication_year: 1906 note: The Internet Archive item metadata carries a blanket "© Copyright by Intellectual Reserve, Inc." notice. The library owner judged it inapplicable because this issue was published in 1906, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright. --- # Another Fulfilment of the Angel’s Prophecy ANOTHER FULFILMENT OF THE ANGEL'S PROPHECY. BY LYDIA D. ALDER. The grand banquet is over. It was the last social function of the great Quinquennial Congress, held in Berlin, 1904, which, amid the wildest applause, at the fall of the gavel, had closed at noon on that day. Seated at the long tables, spread with the bounties and delicacies of earth, hundreds had fared sumptuously. Among the guests were some of the most noted of the Kaiser's land, as well as many from lands afar. It was a feast of reason and a flow of soul; toasts had been given, and speeches made; some dwelt on the past, others prophesied of the future, but all were happy on this most auspicious occasion. The building was ablaze with light; mottoes of welcome, banners and bunting were displayed on every side. As the gay assemblage re-entered the reception hall, made beautiful by the fountain's foamy spray falling over the banks of roses, mosses and palms, with the varied light being thrown over all, changing the colors to amber, green, purple or gold, — the band was playing enchanting strains of music, the whole combining in beauty, suggesting some gorgeous scene in fairyland. Promenading two and fro were the distinguished guests of the Fatherland, chatting or laughing at some witty speech or jest. When near the fountain, under the changing, glorious light, the writer was addressed by a German lady, who, as an officer of the Congress had done much towards its great success. "Oh, she said, "I am so glad to see you! Would you mind remaining here a few minutes? my niece is so desirous to meet a 'Mormon.' " On being assured that it would be a pleasure to wait, the lady went for her niece. ANOTHER FULFILMENT OF THE ANGEL'S PROPHECY. 895 Handsome, stately men, some wearing the golden chain and locket, bearing a raised profile of the emperor, which also denoted them officials of imperial Berlin, (this was an official affair) passed by, with exquisitely groomed ladies leaning on their arms. Some were dressed decolette, others partially so, but all wore glittering jewels. Then came Berlin's mayor, with his charming wife. She wore a costly gown of some white, soft fabric, all embroidered with gold. Her train swept its great length along, spreading wide as she passed. Her bodice literally blazed with diamonds. They were brilliant in her hair, on her neck, her hands and arms; one was almost bewildered by the dazzling splendor, as she coquettishly waved her fan. Even in that throng, some stood a moment to gaze upon this conspicuous pair. "Oh, here you are, allow me to introduce my niece." A little, dark-eyed lady met my gaze. She appeared thoughtful,though quite vivacious. Immediately she said, "Oh, I have wanted to see you; auntie has told me so much of you, and I wanted to know, why you went to Utah, and about your boy prophet." Only too pleased, the writer answered her questions, which, of course, included the story of the visit of the angel Moroni to Joseph Smith, and the persecutions he endured for telling of his vision, which ended in the Saints being driven from Nauvoo, and the forced march across the western wilds. Very attentively the ladies listened, occasionally asking a question. Then, sympathetically, the younger lady exclaimed, "0 how sad! But I am so glad I have seen you, and shall always remember our meeting this evening." With a -mutual wish that we might meet again, we parted after a warm clasp of hands. Strains of Tannhauser, sounding from afar, were softly wafting among the banks of flowers, as another lady approached. We had met a day or two before, at a reception given by herself. After a warm German greeting, which is so near to the heart, she asked, ''Will you remain in Berlin, now the Congress is over?" On being answered in the affirmative, sha said, ' 'Will you come to my home? I will send you a card. I would hear more of your religion and about your prophet." 896 IMPROVEMENT ERA. how gladly the invitation was accepted, and assuring her the promised visit, we parted. Standing there a moment, my eyes rested upon the throng, resplendent with the wealth of Babylon. All at once the thought came, "Isn't it strange, that those questions about the prophet should be asked and answered in a gathering like this?" My heart was filled with emotion. I thrilled from the tips of my fingers through every fiber of my being! The prophesy was again fulfilled. Moroni had said to him nearly a century ago, 'Your ' name shall be had for good and evil among all nations, and kindreds and tongues; and be both good and evil spoken of among all people." Who would have thought that even here, in the midst of one of the grandest scenes that the heart of man could conceive, with brilliance, light and music, wealth and splendor all around, the story of the great prophet of the nineteenth century should be enquired after and told. The scene to me was changed, as it were, in an instant, and Moroni, in his loose robe of most excellent white- ness, his naked feet and ankles, his countenance like lightning and his person glorious beyond description, was revealed to view. Earthly splendor from my mind faded away. Across the restless sea, a boy was kneeling in the dark, green woods, breathing a simple prayer. The gates of heaven were opened; he saw the Father and the Son! Gratitude then overcame all my other emotions: gratitude for the gospel, for a knowledge of its truth, and for a being on the earth in the day in which it was revealed. Melted almost to tears, I felt grateful to be a chosen instrument to declare it here, in the house that Lehi saw, with its glittering spires, and inmates clothed in purple and fine linen, as well as in other places to those in humbler walks of life, and I gave thanks to God. Though the scenes described are past, yet, blended with their grandeur, forever will their memory live; and with it the knowledge of witnessing another fulfilment of the prophecy of the Angel Moroni to Joseph the Prophet, on that night of September 23, 1823: "God has a work for you to do, and your name shall be had for good and evil among all nations, kindreds and tongues. Salt Lake City, Utah.