![]() J.T., Toby, and Manny hack Emma's e-mail account to locate her. In Mother and Child Reunion (2), Manny is worried when Emma makes up an excuse (that she later finds out is fake) as to why she can't come to her house that night. At first, Manny doesn't think twice about the dangers of her visiting Jordan, but later she suggests she tell her mom when things get suspicious. In Mother and Child Reunion (1), Manny teases and provides some realistic advice to Emma about her online crush, Jordan, but is still happy for her. They grew up together and were very close all their lives. ![]() Although neither of their characters are currently part of the series anymore, it can be presumed that they still remain best friends, despite the fact that both are going off in different directions in their lives. Despite having their differences throughout their time on the show, they still remained best friends. In Venus (2), Manny told Peter Stone that they had been best friends since daycare. The bodies from this cemetery were moved to other locations and bother of these bodies were moved to Emma’s garden where they are to this day.Emma and Manny met and became friends years prior to the series' premiere episode. Shortly after his death Emma is called to be the Relief Society Presidentĭied-In this city, on the 15 th ultimo, Don Carlos infant son of Joseph and Emma Smith, aged 14 months and 2 days-Like the bud of a beautiful flower, ere it had time to expand it was cut down, but it rests in peace.īoth the brother, Don Carlos, and the baby son were buried in the cemetery not far from the Temple grounds in Nauvoo. To hail its own bright spirit from the skies!Ĭity of Nauvoo Aug 12 th 1841. Waiting the trump of God, to call it forth They left the shouded buried corpse of one,īelov’d in life and honor’d in his death Whose umprage wav’d luxurious to the breeze, The mourning concourse in the burial grove,Īnd there, beneath Time’s monument the Oak With heavenly eloquence pour’d forth in pray’rįrom heart to heart of the vast multitude. Was touch’d that echoed music to the springs While on the coffin, fell the parted clodīeside the grave, the Legion’s playing band, Within the grave, a green unwither’d bough,Īnd passing onward left the trophied urn!Ī voice was heard slowly pronouncing, “Earth Or myrtle wreath, it matters not, ‘twas given Whether the olive branch-the cypress bough Then came the parting scenery that clos’d Thus clos’d the man of God.-The service Done Īgain the great procession form’d, and onceĪnd bore it onward to the “narrow house!” The faithful worshippers of the Most High. To soothe the bleeding heart, the speaker then Her lonely, weeping babes-left fatherless! Ah! who can now,Įn’er the halo of her feelings-soothe her grief ![]() Which she had suffer’d for the gospel’s sake.įirm as Giberalter’s rock-true unto death.Īnd then he came still nearer home, and touch’d Those scenes of persecution and distress. He lov’d his country-he’d prepar’d himself,Īnd then the chaplain spoke of him, in the H’d fall’n according to the common course Of war, and clash of arms and altho’ now, The world to come wrapt in the visions ofĮternal truth e’en grief itself, bow’d down,Ī stain-his Christian life, that seem’d withoutīefore the cannon’s mouth-altho’ he ne’er Was calling forth, a “fellowship of grief”Įach soldier, mourn’d a general-each saint, Of the late sad occurance, which had touch’d ![]() Of truth’s impssion’d eloquence, he spoke It lay conceal’d beneath the brow of grief. That warlike pride that fires the warrior’s eye. In shining armor clad but ah! they seem’d His brother officers, who form’d with him, The herse of him was placed, who there, in lifeĪnd other swords than his, lay crossed there. There the procession march’d-it halted there With clust’ring boughs, whose foliage waves around Slow, melancholy tread! A herse was borneĪlong with solemn, yet bold martial pomp, Stand thickly cluster’d near the river’s edge Walk’d A crowd of citizens of every rank-Ī long and glittering train of charriages. Still lengthening out the vast procession That grand display, was the last honors paid With Chieftains in the front-then horses and Foot,Ī splendid sight-a sight that would have Charm’d The sword was sheath’d, and every martial Brow There was no clash of arms-no din of war. The restless warrior to the battle field! Unlike the bold, and thrilling notes that call It came with solemn, slow and mournfjul air, Whose rich escutcheons glitter’d in the sun. That fronts the noble Mississippi’s wave, His own bright beams, and in effusions softĪnd gentle, as the soothing feeling tonesĪt length the clouds dispers’d-the sun pour’d Forth. The sun arose, muffled with clouds that hid That broke upon the sadden’d heart of man! ![]()
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