--- title: Times and Seasons description: Issues of 1841 to 1842. authors: - Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints editors: - Ebenezer Robinson - Don Carlos Smith - Smith, Joseph, Jr. - Taylor, John collections: - periodicals tags: - newspaper - times-and-seasons - nauvoo - nineteenth-century periodical: Times and Seasons volume: 3 number: 20 published: 1842-08-15 publisher: E. Robinson and D. C. Smith; later John Taylor publisher_place: Commerce and Nauvoo, Illinois language: en type: article reference: "“Lines,” *Times and Seasons* 3, no. 20 (August 15, 1842): 894." printed_title: LINES. source: url: https://archive.org/details/per_utah-and-the-mormons_times-and-seasons_1842-08-15_3_20 transcription: Text from the Centerplace.org transcription (https://www.centerplace.org/history/ts/v3n20.htm), with its page breaks; this Internet Archive scan is the reference copy (its OCR was used only as a witness for OCR repair) identifier: per_utah-and-the-mormons_times-and-seasons_1842-08-15_3_20 start_page: 894 end_page: 894 curator_note: A Mormon newspaper published by the church in Nauvoo; included for historical study. Inclusion does not imply endorsement. rights: status: public-domain basis: US publication 1842 (Nauvoo, Illinois); published before 1931, so public domain in the United States source: https://archive.org/details/per_utah-and-the-mormons_times-and-seasons_1842-08-15_3_20 publication_year: 1842 --- # Lines Addressed to father Tyson, after the melancholy event of the death of his son, accidentally killed by the discharge of a rifle. Thou aged saint, can words avail- It is the Lord-his ways are just- Can tears afford relief? There's mercy in his rod; Can human sympathies prevail, Thou know's his goodness and can trust To soothe thy bosom's grief? The true and living God. In life how suddenly betide Great are the blessings now in store Those evils that destroy? For thee, in faithfulness: 'Twas but a moment to divide Look thro' thy sorrows and adore Thy hopes, and blasts thy joy! The hand that smites to bless, Deep is the wound and keen the dart- This sudden stroke has rent a chord It stings thy inmost soul- In twain that bound you here; And through the fibres [fibers] of thy heart But glorious will be your reward Affliction's waters roll! When in that blessed sphere. But cease thy sorrow-peace-be calm When all is joy, you will rejoin And let thy tears be dry- Your dear and fav'rite son; Sweet consolation's softest balm And glory in this deep design Is flowing from on high. Of the Eternal One. E. R. SNOW. DIED.-In this city, on Sunday the 31st day of July last, VINSON KNIGHT, aged 38 years. Brother Knight was one of the bishops of this church, and a man favored of God, and respected by all good men. He had been long in the church and had always adorned his life, works and profession, with the decorum virtue and humility, which ever characterizes the true followers of our blessed Jesus. Warring the great warfare of a saint, he has waded through the midst of persecution, over the blood stained prairies of Missouri, in the chilling blasts of winter, comforting the fleeing saints, and administering to the wants of his own family; yea, through great tribulations, heart and hand with his brethren; he was ever ready to give a reasonable answer for his hope in things to come; and showed by his actions as well as words, that he meant to live godly in Christ Jesus, although he suffered persecution. Though he has been removed, as it were in the midst of life, yet in the assurance of a glorious resurrection, he has died the death of the righteous: henceforth there is laid up for him a crown that fadeth not away. "Blessed are the dead that die in the Lord!"