Letter from Orson Hyde, 17 April 1841

You will undoubtedly have learned that  I sailed from New York on the 13th of  February, and landed in Liverpool on  the 3rd of March following. We had a  good passage but a rough one—I have  learned that the rougher the voyage, the  sooner we arrive at our destined port.—  Something so is the voyage of life. To meet  once more with the Twelve, brought fresh  to mind, many scenes of by-gone time;  and caused my heart to swell with grati tude to Him whose providential care has  preserved and restored me to the embra ces of that honorable body. Let the  name of Jehovah be forever praised for  his condescending mercy towards my  brethren; and more particularly towards  me.
I have sent a little present to you and  brother Hyrum [Smith], by Elder [Heber C.] Kimball. He  will hand it to my wife, and she will give  it to you. It is only a little token, that I  have not forgotten you; for when we  were sick, you took us in. I hope you  will accept it, with the best wishes, and  grateful acknowledgments of an absent  friend and brother.
In my last to you, from New York, I  requested you to write me a letter about  the propriety of going on without Elder  [John E.] Page and direct it to Manchester in this  country. But I feel perfectly justified at  present in doing as I have; and I calcu late to hasten on, just as soon as the  brethren sail for America. Yet I should  be extremely glad to hear from you at  any time, and shall be happy to abide by  your advice and counsel. But if I hear  nothing from you to the contrary, I shall  if the Lord will, hasten on as fast as pos sible without him. I have been greeted  with a hearty welcome in this country by  the saints where we were acquainted, I  do assure you.
I can assure you, that although you  are a stranger here in one sense, yet your  name is engraven as with an iron pen,  upon the tablet of many warm and affec tionate hearts—and it is my faith and  prayer that you may be delivered from  the snares and violence of wicked men— Your days many on the earth.—and your  name embalmed in the memory of the just  forever. And in all your blessings I  hope and trust Sister Emma will be a  happy partaker.
I wish all the saints every good thing  that I can think of, and hope they will  pray for me that I may have power to  “lay the foundation of Jerusalem,” and  return again to them. I do not feel at  all disheartened at the prospect of going  alone. I fully believe that the Lord will  open my way before me. I trust that I  shall have your faith and prayers, which  I most earnestly desire. I should ask  you to write me, but I cannot tell you  where to direct, for I know not where I  may be.
I hasten to a close, by saying, may  the Lord bless and prosper you; and  the saints and kingdom over which you  are made a steward, and preserve you  and me spotless until we meet again.
Pres’t. J, Smith. [p. 483]
Orson Hyde, Letter, Manchester, England, to JS, Nauvoo, IL, 17 Apr. 1841; in Times and Seasons, 15 July 1841, 2:482–483.