--- title: History of the Prophet Joseph by His Mother description: 1902 edition of Lucy Mack Smith's memoir about her son Joseph Smith. authors: - Smith, Lucy editors: - Smith, George A. - Smith, Elias collections: - history tags: - history - biography published: "1902" publisher: Improvement Era Office edition: As revised by George A. Smith and Elias Smith (Salt Lake City, 1902) language: en type: book reference: "Lucy Smith, *History of the Prophet Joseph by His Mother*, rev. George A. Smith and Elias Smith (Salt Lake City, UT: Improvement Era Office, 1902), chap. 13, \"The Author's Dream,\" 52-53." source: url: https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/45619/pg45619-images.html identifier: gutenberg-45619 transcription: "Project Gutenberg eBook #45619 (Mormon Texts Project proofreading of the 1902 edition). The Gutenberg header, license and transcriber notes are not included, and no text from later editions is present." start_page: 52 end_page: 53 curator_note: Revised by George A. Smith and Elias Smith. rights: status: public-domain basis: 1902 US publication (Salt Lake City, Improvement Era Office; text of the 1853 original as revised by George A. Smith and Elias Smith); published before 1931, so public domain in the United States source: https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/45619 publication_year: 1902 note: "Verified: the text is the 1902 Improvement Era Office edition; it contains no introduction, notes or other matter from later editions (for example the 1945 Preston Nibley edition)." --- # Chapter XIII. The Author's Dream While we were living in the town of Tunbridge, my mind became deeply impressed with the subject of religion; which, probably, was occasioned by my singular experience during my sickness at Randolph. I commenced attending Methodist meetings, and in order to oblige me, my husband accompanied me; but when this came to the ears of his oldest brother, he was so displeased, and said so much in regard to the matter, that my husband thought it best to desist. He said that he considered it hardly worth our while to attend the meetings any longer, as it would prove of but little advantage to us; besides this, it gave our friends such disagreeable feelings. I was considerably hurt by this, yet I made no reply. I retired to a grove not far distant, where I prayed to the Lord in behalf of my husband—that the true gospel might be presented to him, and that his heart might be softened so as to receive it, or, that he might become more religiously inclined. After praying some time in this manner, I returned to the house, much depressed in spirit, which state of feeling continued until I retired to my bed. I soon fell asleep, and had the following dream:— > I thought that I stood in a large and beautiful meadow, which lay a short distance from the house in which we lived, and that everything around me wore an aspect of peculiar pleasantness. The first thing that attracted my special attention in this magnificent meadow, was a very pure and clear stream of water, which ran through the midst of it; and as I traced this stream, I discovered two trees standing upon its margin, both of which were on the same side of the stream. These trees were very beautiful, they were well proportioned, and towered with majestic beauty to a gre at height. Their branches, which added to their symmetry and glory, commenced near the top, and spread themselves in luxurious grandeur around. I gazed upon them with wonder and admiration; and after beholding them a short time, I saw one of them was surrounded with a bright belt, that shone like burnished gold, but far more brilliantly. Presently, a gentle breeze passed by, and the tree encircled with this golden zone, bent gracefully before the wind, and waved its beautiful branches in the light air. As the wind increased, this tree assumed the most lively and animated appearance, and seemed to express in its motions the utmost joy and happiness. If it had been an intelligent creature, it could not have conveyed, by the power of language, the idea of joy and gratitude so perfectly as it did; and even the stream that rolled beneath it, shared, apparently, every sensation felt by the tree, for, as the branches danced over the stream, it would swell gently, then recede again with a motion as soft as the breathing of an infant, but as lively as the dancing of a sunbeam. The belt also partook of the same influence, and, as it moved in unison with the motion of the stream and of the tree, it increased continually in refulgence and magnitude, until it became exceedingly glorious. > I turned my eyes upon its fellow, which stood opposite; but it was not surrounded with the belt of light as the former, and it stood erect and fixed as a pillar of marble. No matter how strong the wind blew over it, not a leaf was stirred, not a bough was bent; but obstinately stiff it stood, scorning alike the zephyr's breath, or the power of the mighty storm. > I wondered at what I saw, and said in my heart, What can be the meaning of all this? And the interpretation given me was, that these personated my husband and his oldest brother, Jesse Smith; that the stubborn and unyielding tree was like Jesse; that the other, more pliant and flexible, was like Joseph, my husband; that the breath of heaven? which passed over them, was the pure and undefiled gospel of the Son of God, which gospel Jesse would always resist, but which Joseph, when he was more advanced in life, would hear and receive with his whole heart, and rejoice therein; and unto him would be added intelligence, happiness, glory, and everlasting life