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

  • Source Note
  • Historical Introduction
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<​July 9​> and is good for nothing without the other half, that is the baptism of the Holy Ghost.
I am free to day— Messengers have returned with offers of peace from the . The Savior says Except a man be born again, of water and of the Spirit, he can in no wise enter into the kingdom of Heaven. Though we or an [HC 5:499] angel from heaven preach any other Gospel unto you than that which we have preached unto you, let him be accursed, according to Galations 1 ch 8 v.”
This morning and retuned from . stated that on the 4th. they drove to Beardstown, hired fresh horses and got to 124 miles about 7 on the morning of the 5th. in advance of the mail <​carrying and ​> about 2 hours and ready to see the with documents— the affidavits were in the possession of , who refused to give them up, either to the or him, on account of a political squib in the State Register, charging with making capital Stock out of my arrest to favor his election to Congress; <​​> then demanded them as my Agent, telling him that if he would not give them up he would take them from him; then turned and said “I will do my duty if it takes my head”, and then went with him and delivered the papers to the . when they received the decision of the , started on their return home,— when they returned to Rushville they learned that Gen. had been staying there two or three weeks with 10 or 12 men, waiting for an opportunity of transporting me to , and had only left there the morning previous when they learned the decision of .
In the evening started for to carry further affidavits and see .
10 July 1843 • Monday
<​10​> I rode out with to the .
The following piece of poetry was composed by Miss on the occasion of my late arrest.
Like bloodhounds fiercely prowling,
With pistols ready drawn—
With oaths like tempests howling,
Those kidnappers came on.
He bared his breast before them
But as they hurried near
A fearfulness came o’er them—
It was the coward’s fear.
Well might their dark souls wither
When he their courage dared—
Their pity fled, O Whither?
When he his bosom bared?
“Death has to me no terrors”
He said “I hate a life
So subject to the horrors
of your ungodly strife.”
What means your savage conduct?
Have you a lawful writ?
To any legal process
I cheerfully submit.” [p. 1667]
July 9 and is good for nothing without the other half, that is the baptism of the Holy Ghost.
I am free to day— Messengers have returned with offers of peace from the . The Savior says Except a man be born again, of water and of the Spirit, he can in no wise enter into the kingdom of Heaven. Though we or an [HC 5:499] angel from heaven preach any other Gospel unto you than that which we have preached unto you, let him be accursed, according to Galations 1 ch 8 v.”
This morning and retuned from . stated that on the 4th. they drove to Beardstown, hired fresh horses and got to 124 miles about 7 on the morning of the 5th. in advance of the mail carrying and about 2 hours and ready to see the with documents— the affidavits were in the possession of , who refused to give them up, , on account of a political squib in the State Register, charging with making capital Stock out of my arrest to favor his election to Congress; then demanded them as my Agent, telling him that if he would not give them up he would take them from him; then turned and said “I will do my duty if it takes my head”, and then went with him and delivered the papers to the . when they received the decision of the , started on their return home,— when they returned to Rushville they learned that Gen. had been staying there two or three weeks with 10 or 12 men, waiting for an opportunity of transporting me to , and had only left there the morning previous when they learned the decision of .
In the evening started for to carry further affidavits and see .
10 July 1843 • Monday
10 I rode out with to the .
The following piece of poetry was composed by Miss on the occasion of my late arrest.
Like bloodhounds fiercely prowling,
With pistols ready drawn—
With oaths like tempests howling,
Those kidnappers came on.
He bared his breast before them
But as they hurried near
A fearfulness came o’er them—
It was the coward’s fear.
Well might their dark souls wither
When he their courage dared—
Their pity fled, O Whither?
When he his bosom bared?
“Death has to me no terrors”
He said “I hate a life
So subject to the horrors
of your ungodly strife.”
What means your savage conduct?
Have you a lawful writ?
To any legal process
I cheerfully submit.” [p. 1667]
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