Having occupied twice in the prayer meetings I hesitated to occupy at this time; but I went and told Brother Smith that which I had during the prayer meeting, and he and Brother Hilliard concluded I should present it before Brother Hilliard occupies.

I say a beautiful plot of ground, perhaps twelve acres, and perfectly level, the first part of it with no breaks, then a slight incline with trees uniform and symmetrical in size, and in their being trimmed up about forty feet spreading out, giving beautiful shade, and those around the tabernacle or pavilion were the larger, and they were smaller as they receded from the pavilion. There were flower beds in stars, in squares, in crescents, and in crosses, the most beautiful flowers that I ever saw.

The entrance to this plot of ground was about twenty feet wide, with two large stone pillars, one on either side of the driveway. The driveway was about twenty feet wide and ran one hundred feet then formed a circle around the tabernacle; but through the grounds from and around it there were many four-foot walks leading to the pavilion. The pavilion was about two hundred or two hundred and fifty feet long. It was built in the form of a cross. The farther end was perfectly square; the ends of the cross were perfectly square, and the pulpit and choir platform was a semicircle with the seats rising one above the other, accommodation about two hundred persons. The speaker's platform was about six feet wide and about fifteen feet long and stood outside the singers' platform, and from two pillars, one at either end of the speaker's platform, there was a sign (the groundwork was a cream color, the letters standing out about an inch, were pure white, glistening white), on which was written: "Welcome to those who love the Lord." On the pulpit, the altar of God, where beautiful white letters. This altar was also of a semicircle. On this, the right side of the pavilion, perhaps forty or fifty feet away from the altar, was another written sign, and this sign was: "These are they who have made sacrifice and are my children." Upon this, the left side of the pavilion, was another inscription: "None are permitted here to whom the message of my truth hath been given and they have not complied with the instructions that were given unto them."

I was not permitted to enter this great meeting. There were hundreds upon hundreds gathered. There was a veil between myself and the individual who was with me that gave me instruction, and the assembly; but on the platform I saw four aged men who were presiding over the meeting, and they and the congregation were dressed in white. Two of these men I thought that I knew. One looked to me like Bishop Israel L. Rogers, and the other Bishop George A. Blakeslee. The other two men I did not know.

In the congregation there was perfect order, and there was no rustling upon the floor. I neither know nor understand the reason why there was no noise. Even when men walked upon the floor there was no sound from their walking.

Among those that I saw stand up and speak, and they spoke very briefly, not occupying more than a minute at a time, the first one that I knew was David Dancer; the second one was James Whitehead. I also saw the father of William A. and Frank Hopkins, of Lamoni, and Elijah Banta, and many others.

I saw in that audience no living person I now know, but many that I knew here and elsewhere of the church membership. There was a sweet, solemn, pleasant feeling in my heart. I knew not what the vision meant, but I enjoyed the sight. It was as a flash to my view, and the Spirit of the Lord rested upon me. I felt impressed to tell it to Brother Smith, and I have told it now at his request.

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