History, 1838–1856, volume E-1 [1 July 1843–30 April 1844]

  • Source Note
  • Historical Introduction
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<​November 29​> but remember the flood of Noah; remember the fate of Sodom and Gomorrah: remember the dispersion and confusion at the tower of Babel; remember the destruction of Pharaoh and his hosts; remember the hand writing upon the wall, “mene, mene, tekel, upharsin;” remember the Angels visit to Sennacherib and the one hundred and eighty-five thousand Assyrians: remember the end of the Jews and Jerusalem; and remember the Lord Almighty will avenge the blood of his Saints that now crimsons the skirts of ! Shall wisdom cry aloud and not her speech <​not​> be heard?
Has the majesty of American liberty sunk into such vile servitude and oppression, that justice has fled? Has the glory and influence of a Washington, an Adams, a Jefferson, a La-fayette, and a host of others forever departed,— and the wrath of a Cain, a Judas, and a Nero whirled forth in the heraldry of hell, to sprinkle our garments with blood; and lighten the darkness of midnight, with the blaze of our dwellings?— Where is the patriotism of 1776? Where is the virtue of our forefathers? and where is the sacred honor of freemen?
Must we, because we believe in the fulness of the Gospel of Jesus Christ; the administration of angels, and the communion of the Holy Ghost, like the prophets and apostles of old;— must we be mobbed with impunity— be exiled from our habitations and property without [HC 6:91] remedy; murdered without mercy— and government find the weapons, and pay the vagabonds for doing the jobs, and give them the plunder into the bargain? Must we, because we believe in enjoying the constitutional privilege and right of worshipping Almighty God according to the dictates of our own consciences; and because we believe in repentance, and baptism for the remission of sins; the gift of the Holy Ghost by the laying on of the hands; the resurrection of the dead; the millennium; the day of judgment; and the Book of Mormon as the history of the aborigines of this continent ,— must we be expelled from the institutions of our ; the rights of citizenship, and the graves of our friends and brethren, and the government lock the gate of humanity, and shut the door of redress against us?— If so, farewell freedom; adieu to personal safety,— and let the red hot wrath of an offended God purify the nation of such sinks of corruption? For that realm is hurrying to ruin where vice has the power to expel virtue.
My , who stood, several times in the battles of the American Revolution, till his companions in arms, had been shot dead, at his feet, was forced from his home in , Missouri, by those civilized or satanized savages, in the dreary season of winter, to seek a shelter in another ; and the vicissitudes and sufferings consequent to his flight, brought his honored grey head to the grave, a few months after.— And my youngest , also, in the vigor and bloom of youth, from his great exposure and fatigue in endeavoring to assist his parents on their journey, (I and my brother being in chains, in dungeons <​in ​>— where they tried to feed us upon human flesh——,) was likewise so debilitated that he found a premature grave shortly after my , and my , too, though she yet lingers among us, from her extreme exposure in that dreadful [p. 1788]
November 29 but remember the flood of Noah; remember the fate of Sodom and Gomorrah: remember the dispersion and confusion at the tower of Babel; remember the destruction of Pharaoh and his hosts; remember the hand writing upon the wall, “mene, mene, tekel, upharsin;” remember the Angels visit to Sennacherib and the one hundred and eighty-five thousand Assyrians: remember the end of the Jews and Jerusalem; and remember the Lord Almighty will avenge the blood of his Saints that now crimsons the skirts of ! Shall wisdom cry aloud and her speech not be heard?
Has the majesty of American liberty sunk into such vile servitude and oppression, that justice has fled? Has the glory and influence of a Washington, an Adams, a Jefferson, a La-fayette, and a host of others forever departed,— and the wrath of a Cain, a Judas, and a Nero whirled forth in the heraldry of hell, to sprinkle our garments with blood; and lighten the darkness of midnight, with the blaze of our dwellings?— Where is the patriotism of 1776? Where is the virtue of our forefathers? and where is the sacred honor of freemen?
Must we, because we believe in the fulness of the Gospel of Jesus Christ; the administration of angels, and the communion of the Holy Ghost, like the prophets and apostles of old;— must we be mobbed with impunity— be exiled from our habitations and property without [HC 6:91] remedy; murdered without mercy— and government find the weapons, and pay the vagabonds for doing the jobs, and give them the plunder into the bargain? Must we, because we believe in enjoying the constitutional privilege and right of worshipping Almighty God according to the dictates of our own consciences; and because we believe in repentance, and baptism for the remission of sins; the gift of the Holy Ghost by the laying on of the hands; the resurrection of the dead; the millennium; the day of judgment; and the Book of Mormon as the history of the aborigines of this continent ,— must we be expelled from the institutions of our ; the rights of citizenship, and the graves of our friends and brethren, and the government lock the gate of humanity, and shut the door of redress against us?— If so, farewell freedom; adieu to personal safety,— and let the red hot wrath of an offended God purify the nation of such sinks of corruption? For that realm is hurrying to ruin where vice has the power to expel virtue.
My , who stood, several times in the battles of the American Revolution, till his companions in arms, had been shot dead, at his feet, was forced from his home in , Missouri, by those civilized or satanized savages, in the dreary season of winter, to seek a shelter in another ; and the vicissitudes and sufferings consequent to his flight, brought his honored grey head to the grave, a few months after.— And my youngest , also, in the vigor and bloom of youth, from his great exposure and fatigue in endeavoring to assist his parents on their journey, (I and my brother being in chains, in dungeons in where they tried to feed us upon human flesh——,) was likewise so debilitated that he found a premature grave shortly after my , and my , too, though she yet lingers among us, from her extreme exposure in that dreadful [p. 1788]
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