--- title: Improvement Era description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930. authors: - Day, S. F., Jr. collections: - periodicals tags: - magazine - improvement-era periodical: Improvement Era volume: 14 number: 6 published: 1911-04 publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations publisher_place: Salt Lake City language: en type: magazine reference: 'S. F., Jr. Day, "To Phoebe," *Improvement Era* 14, no. 6 (April 1911): 477.' source: url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera1406unse 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: improvementera1406unse start_page: 477 end_page: 477 rights: status: public-domain basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1911-04) source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera1406unse publication_year: 1911 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 1911, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright. --- # To Phoebe LAW AND^FREEDOM. All ness than the religion of Jesus Christ as restored to earth in the last days. How, then, can any Latter-day Saint help saying in his heart: "Father, I thank thee for all these blessings, and with thy help I shall lend the influence of my life to making them accessible to all my fellowmen." Ithaca, N. Y. To Phoebe. It has recently been discovered that one nf the satellites of Saturn, known as Phoebe, is revolving in a direction 1he exact contrary of that which all known astronomical laws would have led us to expect. English astronomers admit that this may necessitate a fundamental revision of the nebular hypothesis — Weekly Paper. Phoebe, Phoebe, whirling high in our neatly-plotted sky, Listen, Phoebe, to my lay: Won't you whirl the other way? All the other stars are good, and revolve the way they should, You alone, of the bright throng, will persist in going wrong. Don't reply that Goi has said. We have made a Law instead. Have you never heard of this: Neb-u-lar Hy-poth-e-sis? It prescribes, in terms exact, just how every star should act. Tells each little satellite where to go and whirl at night. Disobedience incurs anger of astronomers, Who — you mustn't think it odd— are more finicky than God. So, my dear, you'd better change. Really, we can't rearrange Every chart from Mars to Hebe, just to fit a chit like Phoebe. — C. S. Day, Jr., in Metropolitan Magazine.