Letter from Elder L. Snow

London, Nov. 10, 1841.

ELDER KIMBALL

Dear Sir,-I received your letter directed from Pittsburgh, which I answered soon after its reception. I have also received another from you written at Nauvoo, which I read last Sunday week to a large congregation of Saints; they were extremely gratified with its contents, and much delighted in hearing from one who had labored so hard to plant the standard of Zion in this dark and benighted city. I forwarded it to Elder Pratt, for publication in the 'Star.'

The 'stone of the mountain,' which you set to rolling in London, (I am thankful to the Most High being able to say,) has not yet ceased moving, but is daily becoming more rapid and powerful in its revolutions. It has already gathered round its holy shrine, despite of opposing powers, about one hundred and forty sons and daughters of Zion. Every thing in relation to the church generally goes on prosperously; the power of God is beginning to manifest itself in a wonderful manner among the Saints; remarkable diseases have been healed through the medium of the priesthood, and many of the Saints have had open visions, which are of that glorious nature as to cause their hearts to rejoice, and to give glory to the Lord God of Zion.

The books that you left here I found to be very useful in circulating our appointments, and in spreading information concerning our doctrines, among the people. We have left Mr. Barret's Academy, and have obtained a commodious chapel to worship in. . . . We have proven the advice of Elder Woodruff and yourself to be very salutary to us, and have endeavored to follow it on all occasions. . . .

I am sorry to be under the painful necessity of having to communicate the intelligence of the death of our beloved sister, E. Morgan; she died of a complaint with which she had been afflicted many years; the whole church mourn her loss, and tears of grief are seen filling the eyes, not only of a bereaved husband and children, but of the Saints in general, and a large circle of friends by whom she was known and beloved. It is unnecessary for me to dwell upon her virtues, or to recount her acts of kindness and benevolence to you, when you first came to this city to raise the standard of truth: you found a home with her: you were always made welcome at the fire side and table of deacon Morgan and his wife, our deceased sister. From that time forth she was your friend, till she became a Saint, since which time she has been an ornament to society, and a pattern of righteousness, and she died as she lived, the friend of virtue, of truth, and of God; and manifested to an astonishing degree a strong and unshaken assurance of a celestial glory, which caused our hearts to rejoice, and was a subject of deep interest to many of her worldly friends. In her dying moments she requested me to inform you that she blessed the day that the elders came to her house, and blessed the hour in which she was baptized by you.

She refused to have her doctor attend her, in consequence of which she was refused a burial until a Coroner's Inquest was called, and held over her. In the inquest the jury sought very industriously to bring us in guilty of "manslaughter," but finally decided that the evidence for that purpose was not quite strong enough; so you see that we very fortunately escaped Newgate this time, but how we shall fare the next time we are ignorant of, and careless about. If the work of God be furthered we will content ourselves in being used as instruments in any way that the Lord may see proper, and say amen to his decisions, whether free, or bound in chains, or in the company of kings and nobles. An account of the inquest has been published by most of the London Journals. I enclose with this communication an article upon this subject, which I have taken from the "Despatch ," one of the most popular periodicals in England.

After this inquest was held, I delivered sister Morgan's funeral sermon. The chapel was crowded to excess, and I have not had a more attentive congregation while in England. There were many present, who, if they had been prepared with change of clothes, would have been baptized as soon as I had closed my discourse, although they had entered the chapel with minds darkened by false reports.

The Tower of London now lays low in ashes; it was burned down about a week since.

All the Saints send their love to you.

Yours, in the everlasting covenant.

LORENZO SNOW.

To H. C. KIMBALL.