Letter from Orson Hyde, 15 June 1841

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“O! gracious Father! I ask thee in the name of thy holy child Jesus, to bless with thy Royal favor, the weak exertions of thy humble servant; and make this production a blessing to all people who may be favored with a perusal of its pages. Wherever it shall go, let it be a messenger of conviction to the wicked: and a harbinger of peace to the righteous. Let its contents be borne upon every breeze, and wafted to the remotest climes. Let the angel of the covenant go before it, and prepare its way. Let its heavenly influence be distilled upon the rich and fertile soil of humble and honest hearts.”
“Go forth, therefore, little volume to other nations and tongues; and may the Almighty speed your way; and like a sharp two-edged sword, cut thy way through the prejudices of this generation,—encamp with all thy virtues in the hearts of the people, and there let thy principles be enthroned.”
One thing I was pleased with, which I noticed in the Times and Seasons, the remarks made on the use of intoxicating spirits. In my heart, they found a corresponding echo. I should not be willing to indulge the thought for a moment that the saints in would quietly stand still, and see a brother gorge himself with that strong drink which makes a hell of his home, and rolls the fiery flood of ruin, over the affections of his once happy family. No; they will dash from his lips the cup of wretchedness; and sharply rebuke the homicide that sells to him the wine of wrath, and measures to him his wife’s tears by the pint, the quart, the gallon, and the jug-ful.
May the lightnings of heaven forever blast, (I had almost said) those brews of strong drink which send forth their corrupt and poisonous streams to sweep down, in their filthy current, men of sterling talents to an untimely grave.— May the saints of God stand as far from them, as Lot stood from Sodom in its evil day. This dizzy flood has sometimes entered the house of worship—invaded the sacred desk, and hushed, in death, forever, the voice that could plead, like an angel, the cause of God and man.
I have just received a note from Dr. Solomon Hirschell, President Rabbi of the Hebrew community in this country, in reply to a very polite note which I sent to him, requesting the indulgence of a personal interview with him: But in consequence of a very severe accident which befel him, he is confined to his room, and unable, at this time, to grant the asked indulgence. -[His leg is broken.]-
I have addressed to him a communication upon the subject of my mission; a copy of which I transmit to you. It may not be altogether uninterresting to the saints and friends in
“Rev’d Sir,
I cannot but express my sorrow and regret at the misfortune under which you labor, in consequence of the severe accident which befel you; and by which you are confined to your room. Please accept Sir, the sincere wishes of a stranger, that you may speedily recover from the injury you sustained in consequence of the accident; and resume the labors which your high and responsible station calls you to perform.”
“Feeling that I may not enjoy the privilege and happiness of a personal interview with you, I hope you will indulge the liberty which I now presume to take in addressing a written communication to you, embracing some of those things which I had fondly hoped, would have been the foundation of a mutual interchange of thought between us: But as Providence has laid an embargo upon that distinguished privilege, I must forego, at this time, the pleasure of a verbal relation of those things pertaining to your nation, with which my mind is deeply affected.”
“Since I have arrived to years of more mature reflection, and become religiously inclined, the writings of the Jewish prophets have won my affections; and the scattered and oppressed condition of that people, has enlisted the finest sympathies of my heart. Believing therefore, that the words of Hosea the prophet 2. 23, connected with your magnanimity, will prohibit the indulgence of any prejudice in your feelings against the auther of this production, in consequence of his not being able, by any existing document or record, to identify himself with your nation.”
“About nine years ago, a young man with whom I had had a short acquaintance, and one, too, in whom dwelt much wisdom and knowledge—in whose bosom the Almighty had deposited many secrets, laid his hands upon my head, and pronounced these remarkable words: ‘In [p. 552]
“O! gracious Father! I ask thee in the name of thy holy child Jesus, to bless with thy Royal favor, the weak exertions of thy humble servant; and make this production a blessing to all people who may be favored with a perusal of its pages. Wherever it shall go, let it be a messenger of conviction to the wicked: and a harbinger of peace to the righteous. Let its contents be borne upon every breeze, and wafted to the remotest climes. Let the angel of the covenant go before it, and prepare its way. Let its heavenly influence be distilled upon the rich and fertile soil of humble and honest hearts.”
“Go forth, therefore, little volume to other nations and tongues; and may the Almighty speed your way; and like a sharp two-edged sword, cut thy way through the prejudices of this generation,—encamp with all thy virtues in the hearts of the people, and there let thy principles be enthroned.”
One thing I was pleased with, which I noticed in the Times and Seasons, the remarks made on the use of intoxicating spirits. In my heart, they found a corresponding echo. I should not be willing to indulge the thought for a moment that the saints in would quietly stand still, and see a brother gorge himself with that strong drink which makes a hell of his home, and rolls the fiery flood of ruin, over the affections of his once happy family. No; they will dash from his lips the cup of wretchedness; and sharply rebuke the homicide that sells to him the wine of wrath, and measures to him his wife’s tears by the pint, the quart, the gallon, and the jug-ful.
May the lightnings of heaven forever blast, (I had almost said) those brews of strong drink which send forth their corrupt and poisonous streams to sweep down, in their filthy current, men of sterling talents to an untimely grave.— May the saints of God stand as far from them, as Lot stood from Sodom in its evil day. This dizzy flood has sometimes entered the house of worship—invaded the sacred desk, and hushed, in death, forever, the voice that could plead, like an angel, the cause of God and man.
I have just received a note from Dr. Solomon Hirschell, President Rabbi of the Hebrew community in this country, in reply to a very polite note which I sent to him, requesting the indulgence of a personal interview with him: But in consequence of a very severe accident which befel him, he is confined to his room, and unable, at this time, to grant the asked indulgence. -[His leg is broken.]-
I have addressed to him a communication upon the subject of my mission; a copy of which I transmit to you. It may not be altogether uninterresting to the saints and friends in
“Rev’d Sir,
I cannot but express my sorrow and regret at the misfortune under which you labor, in consequence of the severe accident which befel you; and by which you are confined to your room. Please accept Sir, the sincere wishes of a stranger, that you may speedily recover from the injury you sustained in consequence of the accident; and resume the labors which your high and responsible station calls you to perform.”
“Feeling that I may not enjoy the privilege and happiness of a personal interview with you, I hope you will indulge the liberty which I now presume to take in addressing a written communication to you, embracing some of those things which I had fondly hoped, would have been the foundation of a mutual interchange of thought between us: But as Providence has laid an embargo upon that distinguished privilege, I must forego, at this time, the pleasure of a verbal relation of those things pertaining to your nation, with which my mind is deeply affected.”
“Since I have arrived to years of more mature reflection, and become religiously inclined, the writings of the Jewish prophets have won my affections; and the scattered and oppressed condition of that people, has enlisted the finest sympathies of my heart. Believing therefore, that the words of Hosea the prophet 2. 23, connected with your magnanimity, will prohibit the indulgence of any prejudice in your feelings against the auther of this production, in consequence of his not being able, by any existing document or record, to identify himself with your nation.”
“About nine years ago, a young man with whom I had had a short acquaintance, and one, too, in whom dwelt much wisdom and knowledge—in whose bosom the Almighty had deposited many secrets, laid his hands upon my head, and pronounced these remarkable words: ‘In [p. 552]
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