It is all one.

They have only gone a little before us; and we shall soon strike hands with them across those poor, mean, empty graves back there on the forlorn prairies of Iowa.

For you must let me clench this God's truth into your minds; that you stand now in your last lot, in the end of your days when the Son of Man cometh again.

Afflictions shall be sent to humble and to prove you, but oh! stand fast to your teachings so that not one of you may be lost.
May sinners in Zion become afraid henceforth, and fearfulness surprise the hypocrite from this hour! And now may the favour and blessing of God be manifest upon you while we are absent from one another!" When the fervent amens had died away they sang the farewell hymn:-- "Thrones shall totter, Babel fall, Satan reign no more at all; "Saints shall gain the victory, Truth prevail o'er land and sea; "Gentile tyrants sink to hell; Now's the day of Israel." The words of the young Elder were felt to be highly consoling; but a toast given by Brigham that night was longer talked of.

It was at a farewell party at the house of Bishop Wright.