The following is an account of a remarkable vision of Sarah Smith, of Hanley, Staffordshire, England, taken from her own mouth by P. P. Pratt, June 15th, 1842.

"In 1835, on the 26th of December, being carried away in a vision, I was in a beautiful garden, interspersed with gravel walks, green pasture and beautiful fruit trees. Looking towards the east, I saw the rays of the sun piercing among the shades, the heavens clear and bright, and myself dressed in white, with a hymn book in my hand, and I was singing hymns. I then saw the Lord Jesus coming to meet me; he was arrayed in white, and his countenance as the sun; he had twelve angels before him, and twelve behind him, with harps in their hands, and were singing and playing music; they were all in white, with long hair hanging in beautiful ringlets down their shoulders. The Lord took me by the hand, and said unto me, 'Follow thou me'; he led me through a place like unto a prison, and said, behold on thy left; and I looked and beheld the flames of hell; and I cried, 'Lord, save me,' and he said, 'Surely from this hour thy soul is saved.' We then came to the bottom of a steep hill, and I saw at my right hand, as it were, a temple built of pure gold, mingled with glass. We then ascended the hill, hand-in-hand, the twelve angels before and behind; at the top of the hill were the gates of heaven, as it were, of pearl, cut in beautiful figures, and clear as crystal. At the gates stood two angels with trumpets in their hands; the Lord spoke to them, and the gates flew open; I saw within, the Lord sitting on his throne, which was of pearl, beautifully wrought in figures and ornaments; his countenance was as the lightning, almost too bright to behold; legions of angels were round about him, all singing, and playing on musical instruments. He had in his left hand a roll of parchment, while his right hand was extended to his Son, and he said unto his Son, 'Sit thou at my right hand'; he said unto me, 'Enter into the joy of they Lord,' and I was seated at his right hand; and he gave me a harp to play, and I sung and played with the angels. After beholding several other things which it is not wisdom to write, I awoke from my vision. The following is one of the hymns which I sang with Jesus and the angels, as we walked in the garden, and which I have ever since retained in my memory, without the slightest alteration in word or syllable:

No one doth know, no tongue can tell,
What I've gone through since I've lain ill;
But Christ has eased me of my pain,
And sanctified my soul in him.

Weep not for me, 'tis all in vain,
Weep for your sins, and then refrain;
For Christ says, 'Come, I'll ease you pain,
'If you will come to me again.'

O, what a happy day 'twill be,
When Christ shall say, 'Come reign with me';
When through the pearly gates of heaven,
We'll sing glad hymns of joy in heaven.

O, what a joyful sound to hear,
The Saints and angels singing there,
O, then, I'll join in heart, and sing
With Jesus Christ, my heavenly king.

And when I reach that blissful throne,
And have the robes of glory on:
And the bright crown which Christ has given:
'Ready prepared for me in heaven.

Oh, then, I'll sing, and praise my Lord,
With hymns of joy in one accord;
And angels whispering, all shall say,
'Glory unto our Lord most high.'

—Millennial Star, August, 1842.