The Dope Fiend

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called of God, as was Aaron.' (Heb. 5:4.) Aaron received the Priesthood through direct revelation. (Exodus 28:1.) John the Baptist, who baptized the Savior, came, as a resurrected being, and conferred upon Joseph Smith and Oliver Cowdery the Aaronic Priesthood, the authority to baptize for the remission of sins. In turn the same authority that John the Baptist thus conferred has come to us by the laying on of hands by those who received the authority in this dispensation." "We baptize by immersion, placing the candidate under the water typical of the burial of the Savior, coming up out of the water in likeness of the resurrection." "However, we do not baptize little children. The object of baptism is for the remission of sins. Little children are incapable of committing sin. When they die they are absolutely saved, and go back to the presence of their Father in heaven, for the Savior and Redeemer of mankind said, 'Suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come unto me; for of such is the kingdom of heaven.' (Matt. 19:14.) We baptize the children at the age of eight, the age of accountability." "To one who is accountable, baptism is essential to enter the kingdom of God, because the Savior said so and set the example himself by being baptized." The company then moved along to see the great organ in the Tabernacle. In this interval a lady and a gentleman went to the guide and approved of the doctrine they had just heard as being reasonable and scriptural.

The Dope Fiend

Down the street he slinks, when night falls low, A derelict in the ebb and flow Of the city's throng. His hands are cold As he taps the door where dreams are sold.

His eyes are listless, his lips are thin, His face is ashen, his chest sunk in; Poor fellow! He once was a mother's pride, And once had a sweetheart by his side.

But now, down the street, when night hangs low, He slinks —poor chap!— from the city's glow, Slinks like a hunted thing to the den Where dreams are sold to the ship-wrecked men:

Dreams that are restful, delicious, and fair, But dreams that lead to the gulf Despair. Raymond, Canada Frank C. Steele