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If you are not located in the United States, you'll have -to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. - - - -Title: Saint Abe snd His Seven Wives - A Tale of Salt Lake City, With A Bibliographical Note - -Author: Robert Buchanan - -Release Date: June 30, 2016 [EBook #52459] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SAINT ABE SND HIS SEVEN WIVES *** - - - - -Produced by David Widger from page images generously -provided by the Internet Archive - - - - - - - - - - - -SAINT ABE AND HIS SEVEN WIVES - -_A Tale of Salt Lake City_ - -With A Bibliographical Note - -By Robert Buchanan - -_First Cheap Edition_ - -London - -1896 - - - -TO OLD DAN CHAUCER. - - - Maypole dance and Whitsun ale, - - Sports of peasants in the dale, - - Harvest mirth and junketting, - - Fireside play and kiss-in-ring, - - Ancient fun and wit and ease, -- - - Gone are one and all of these; - - All the pleasant pastime planned - - In the green old Mother-land: - - Gone are these and gone the time - - Of the breezy English rhyme, - - Sung to make men glad and wise - - By great Bards with twinkling eyes: - - Gone the tale and gone the song - - Sound as nut-brown ale and strong, - - Freshening the sultry sense - - Out of idle impotence, - - Sowing features dull or bright - - With deep dimples of delight! - - - Thro' the Motherland I went - - Seeking these, half indolent: - - Up and down, saw them not: - - Only found them, half forgot. - - Buried in long-darken'd nooks - - With thy barrels of old books, - - Where the light and love and mirth - - Of the morning days of earth - - Sleeps, like light of sunken suns - - Brooding deep in cob-webb'd tuns! - - Everywhere I found instead, - - Hanging her dejected head, - - Barbing shafts of bitter wit, - - The pale Modern Spirit sit-- - - While her shadow, great as Gog's - - Cast upon the island fogs, - - In the midst of all things dim - - Loom'd, gigantically grim. - - Honest Chaucer, thee I greet - - In a verse with blithesomefeet. - - And ino' modern bards may stare, - - Crack a passing joke with Care! - - Take a merry song and true - - Fraught with inner meanings too! - - Goodman Dull may croak and scowl:-- - - Leave him hooting to the owl! - - Tight-laced Prudery may turn - - Angry back with eyes that burn, - - Reading on from page to page - - Scrofulous novels of the age! - - Fools may frown and humbugs rail, - - Not for them I tell the Tale; - - Not for them,, but souls like thee. - - Wise old English Jollity! - - Newport, October, 1872 - - - - -ST. ABE AND HIS SEVEN WIVES - - - Art thou unto a helpmate bound? - - Then stick to her, my brother! - - But hast thou laid her in the ground? - - Don't go to seek another! - - Thou hast not sin'd, if thou hast wed, - - Like many of our number, - - But thou hast spread a thorny bed, - - And there alas! must slumber! - - St. Paul, Cor. I., 7, 27-28. - - O let thy fount of love be blest - - And let thy wife rejoice, - - Contented rest upon her breast - - And listen to her voice; - - Yea, be not ravish'd from her side - - Whom thou at first has chosen, - - Nor having tried one earthly bride - - Go sighing for a Dozen! - - Sol. Prov. V., 18-20. - - - - -APPROACHING UTAH.--THE BOSS'S TALE. - - - - -I--PASSING THE HANCHE. - - - "Grrr!" shrieked the boss, with teeth clench'd - - tight, - - Just as the lone ranche hove in sight, - - And with a face of ghastly hue - - He flogg'd the horses till they flew, - - As if the devil were at their back, - - Along the wild and stony track. - - From side to side the waggon swung, - - While to the quaking seat I clung. - - Dogs bark'd; on each side of the pass - - The cattle grazing on the grass - - Raised heads and stared; and with a cry - - Out the men rush'd as we roll'd by. - - - "Grrr!" shriek'd the boss; and o'er and o'er - - He flogg'd the foaming steeds and swore; - - Harder and harder grew his face - - As by the rançhe we swept apace, - - And faced the hill, and past the pond, - - And gallop'd up the height beyond, - - Nor tighten'd rein till field and farm - - Were hidden by the mountain's arm - - A mile behind; when, hot and spent, - - The horses paused on the ascent, - - And mopping from his brow the sweat. - - The boy glanced round with teeth still set, - - And panting, with his eyes on me, - - Smil'd with a look of savage glee. - - - Joe Wilson is the boss's name, - - A Western boy well known to fame. - - He goes about the dangerous land - - His life for ever in his hand; - - Has lost three fingers in a fray, - - Has scalp'd his Indian too they say; - - Between the white man and the red - - Four times he hath been left for dead; - - Can drink, and swear, and laugh, and brawl, - - And keeps his big heart thro' it all - - Tender for babes and women. - - - He - - Turned, smiled, and nodded savagely; - - Then, with a dark look in his eyes - - In answer to my dumb surprise, - - Pointed with jerk of the whip's heft - - Back to the place that we had left, - - And cried aloud, - - "I guess you think - - I'm mad, or vicious, or in drink. - - But theer you're wrong. I never pass - - The ranche down theer and bit of grass, - - I never pass 'em, night nor day, - - But the fit takes me jest that way! - - - The hosses know as well as me - - What's coming, miles afore we see - - The dem'd old corner of a place, - - And they git ready for the race! - - Lord! if I _didn't_ lash and sweer, - - And ease my rage out passing theer, - - Guess I should go clean mad, that's all. - - And thet's the reason why I call - - This turn of road where I am took - - Jest Old Nick's Gallop!" - - - Then his look - - Grew more subdued yet darker still; - - And as the horses up the hill - - With loosen'd rein toil'd slowly, he - - Went on in half soliloquy, - - Indifferent almost if I heard, - - And grimly grinding out each word. - - - - -II--JOE WILSON GOES A-COURTING. - - - "There was a time, and no mistake, - - When thet same ranche down in the brake - - Was pleasanter a heap to me - - Than any sight on land or sea. - - The hosses knew it like their master, - - Smelt it miles orf, and spank'd the faster! - - Ay, bent to reach thet very spot, - - Flew till they halted steaming hot - - Sharp opposite the door, among - - The chicks and children old and young; - - And down I'd jump, and all the go - - Was 'Fortune, boss!' and 'Welcome, Joe!' - - And Cissy with her shining face, - - Tho' she was missus of the place, - - Stood larfing, hands upon her hips; - - And when upon her rosy lips - - I put my mouth and gave her one, - - She'd cuff me, and enjy the fun! - - She was a widow young and tight, - - Her chap had died in a free fight, - - And here she lived, and round her had - - Two chicks, three brothers, and her dad, - - All making money fast as hay, - - And doing better every day. - - Waal! guess tho' I was peart and swift, - - Spooning was never much my gift; - - But Cissy was a gal so sweet, - - So fresh, so spicy, and so neat, - - It put your wits all out o' place, - - Only to star' into her face. - - Skin whiter than a new-laid egg, - - Lips full of juice, and sech a leg! - - A smell about her, morn and e'en, - - Like fresh-bleach'd linen on a green; - - And from her hand when she took mine, - - The warmth ran up like sherry wine; - - And if in liquor I made free - - To pull her larfing on my knee, - - Why, there she'd sit, and feel so nice, - - Her heer all scent, her breath all spice! - - See! women hate, both young and old, - - A chap that's over shy and cold, - - And fire of all sorts kitches quick, - - And Cissy seem'd to feel full slick - - The same fond feelings, and at last - - Grew kinder every time I passed; - - And all her face, from eyes to chin, - - Said *'Bravo, Joe! You're safe to win!' - - And tho' we didn't fix, d'ye see, - - In downright _words_ that it should be, - - Ciss and her fam'ly understood - - That she and me would jine for good. - - Guess I was like a thirsty hoss - - Dead beat for days, who comes across - - A fresh clear beck, and on the brink - - Scoops out his shaky hand to drink; - - Or like a gal or boy of three, - - With eyes upon a pippin-tree; - - Or like some Injin cuss who sees - - A bottle of rum among the trees, - - And by the bit of smouldering log, - - Where squatters camp'd and took their grog - - The night afore. Waal!" (here he ground - - His teeth again with savage sound) - - "Waal, stranger, fancy, jest for fun, - - The feelings of the thirsty one, - - If, jest as he scoop'd out his hand, - - The water turn'd to dust and sand! - - Or fancy how the lad would scream - - To see thet fruit-tree jest a dream! - - Or guess how thet poor Injin cuss, - - Would dance and swear, and screech and fuss, - - If when he'd drawn the cork and tried - - To get a gulp of rum inside, - - 'Twarn't anything in thet theer style, - - But physic stuff or stinking ile! - - Ah! you've a notion now, I guess, - - Of how all ended in a mess, - - And how when I was putting in - - My biggest card and thought to win, - - The Old One taught her how to cheat, - - And yer I found myself, clean beat!" - - - - -III--SAINT AND DISCIPLE. - - Joe Wilson paused, and gazed straight down, - - With gritting teeth and bitter frown, - - And not till I entreated him - - Did he continue,--fierce and grim, - - With knitted brow and teeth clench'd tight. - - - "Along this way one summer night, - - Jest as I meant to take the prize, - - Passed an _Apostle_--dern his eyes! - - On his old pony, gravel-eyed, - - His legs a-dangling down each side, - - With twinkling eyes and wheedling smile, - - Grinning beneath his broad-brimm'd tile, - - With heer all scent and shaven face. - - He came a-trotting to the place. - - My luck was bad, I wasn't near, - - But busy many a mile from yer; - - And what I tell was told to me - - By them as were at hand to see. - - 'Twam't every day, I reckon, they - - Saw an Apostle pass their way! - - And Cissy, being kind o' soft, - - And empty in the upper loft, - - Was full of downright joy and pride - - To hev thet saint at her fireside-- - - One of the seventy they call - - The holiest holy--dern 'em all! - - O he was 'cute and no mistake, - - Deep as Salt Lake, and wide awake! - - Theer at the ranche three days he stayed, - - And well he knew his lying trade. - - 'Twarn't long afore he heard full free - - About her larks and thet with me, - - And how 'twas quite the fam'ly plan - - To hev me for her second man. - - At fust thet old Apostle said - - Little, but only shook his head; - - But you may bet he'd no intent - - To let things go as things had went. - - Three nights he stayed, and every night - - He squeezed her hand a bit more tight; - - And every night he didn't miss - - To give a loving kiss to Ciss; - - And tho' his fust was on her brow, - - He ended with her mouth, somehow. - - O, but he was a knowing one, - - The Apostle Hiram Higginson! - - Grey as a badger's was his heer, - - His age was over sixty year - - (Her grandfather was little older), - - So short, his head just touch'd her shoulder; - - His face all grease, his voice all puff, - - His eyes two currants stuck in duff;-- - - Call thet a man!--then look at _me!_ - - Thretty year old and six foot three, - - Afear'd o' nothing morn nor night, - - The man don't walk I wouldn't fight! - - Women is women! Thet's their style-- - - Talk _reason_ to them and they'll bile; - - But baste'em soft as any pigeon, - - With lies and rubbish and religion; - - Don't talk of flesh and blood and feeling, - - But Holy Ghost and blessed healing; - - Don't name things in too plain a way. - - Look a heap warmer than you say, - - Make'em believe they're serving true - - The Holy Spirit and not you, - - Prove all the world but you's damnation, - - And call your kisses jest salvation; - - Do this, and press'em on the sly, - - You're safe to win'em. Jest you try! - - - "Fust thing I heerd of all this game, - - One night when to the ranche I came, - - Jump'd down, ran in, saw Cissy theer, - - And thought her kind o' cool and queer; - - For when I caught her with a kiss, - - Twarn't that she took the thing amiss, - - But kept stone cool and gev a sigh, - - And wiped her mouth upon the sly - - On her white milkin'-apron. 'Waal,' - - Says I, 'you're out o' sorts, my gel!' - - And with a squeamish smile for me, - - Like folks hev when they're sick at sea, - - Says she, 'O, Joseph, ere too late, - - I am awaken'd to my state-- - - How pleasant and how sweet it is - - To be in sech a state of bliss!' - - I stared and gaped, and turned to Jim - - Her brother, and cried out to him, - - 'Hullo, mate, what's the matter here? - - What's come to Cissy? Is she _queer?_' - - Jim gev a grin and answered 'Yes, - - A trifle out o' sorts, I guess.' - - But Cissy here spoke up and said, - - 'It ain't my stomach, nor my head, - - It ain't my flesh, it ain't my skin, - - It's holy _spirits_ here within!' - - 'Waal,' says I, meanin' to be kind, - - 'I must be off, for I'm behind; - - But next time that I pass this way - - We'll fix ourselves without delay. - - I know what your complaint is, Ciss, - - I've seen the same in many a miss, - - Keep up your spirits, thet's your plan. - - You're lonely here without a man, - - And you shall hev as good a one - - As e'er druv hoss beneath the sun!' - - At that I buss'd her with a smack. - - Turn'd out, jump'd up, and took the track, - - And larfing druv along the pass. - - - "Theer! Guess I was as green as grass!" - - - - -IV--THE BOOK OF MORMON. - - - "'Twas jest a week after thet day - - When down I druv again this way. - - My heart was light; and 'neath the box - - I'd got a shawl and two fine frocks - - For Cissy. On in spanking style - - The hosses went mile arter mile; - - The sun was blazing golden bright, - - The sunflowers burning in the light, - - The cattle in the golden gleer - - Wading for coolness everywheer - - Among the shinin' ponds, with flies - - As thick as pepper round their eyes - - And on their heads. See! as I went - - Whistling like mad and waal content, - - Altho' 'twas broad bright day all round, - - A cock crow'd, and I thought the sound - - Seem'd pleasant. Twice or thrice he - - crow'd,' - - And then up to the ranche I rode. - - Since then I've often heerd folk say - - When a cock crows in open day - - It's a _bad sign_, announcin' clear - - Black luck or death to those thet hear. - - - "When I drew up, all things were still. - - I saw the boys far up the hill - - Tossin' the hay; but at the door - - No Cissy stood as oft afore. - - No, not a soul there, left nor right, - - Her very chicks were out o' sight. - - So down I jump'd, and 'Ciss!' I cried, - - But not a sign of her outside. - - With thet into the house I ran, - - But found no sight of gel or man-- - - All empty. Thinks I, 'this is queer!'-- - - Look'd in the dairy--no one theer; - - Then loiter'd round the kitchen' track - - Into the orchard at the back: - - Under the fruit-trees' shade I pass'd,... - - Thro' the green bushes,... and at last - - Found, as the furthest path I trode, - - The gel I wanted. Ye... s! by----! - - - The gel I wanted--ay, I found - - More than I wanted, you'll be bound! - - Theer, seated on a wooden cheer, - - With bows and ribbons in her heer, - - Her hat a-swinging on a twig - - Close by, sat Ciss in her best rig, - - And at her feet that knowing one, - - The Apostle Hiram Higginson! - - They were too keen to notice me, - - So I held back behind a tree - - And watch'd'em. Never night nor day - - Did I see Cissy look so gay, - - Her eyes all sparkling blue and bright, - - Her face all sanctified delight. - - She hed her gown tuck'd up to show - - Embrider'd petticoat below, - - And jest a glimpse, below the white, - - Of dainty leg in stocking tight - - With crimson clocks; and on her knee - - She held an open book, which he, - - Thet dem'd Apostle at her feet, - - With her low milking stool for seat, - - Was reading out all clear and pat, - - Keeping the place with finger fat; - - Creeping more close to book and letter - - To feel the warmth of his text better, - - His crimson face like a cock's head - - With his emotion as he read, - - And now and then his eyes he'd close - - Jest like a cock does when he crows! - - Above the heads of thet strange two - - The shade was deep, the sky was blue, - - The place was full of warmth and smell, - - All round the fruit and fruit-leaves fell, - - And that Saint's voice, when all was - - still, - - Was like the groanin' of a mill. - - - "At last he stops for lack of wind, - - And smiled with sarcy double-chinn'd - - Fat face at Cissy, while she cried, - - Rocking herself from side to side, - - 'O Bishop, them are words of bliss!' - - And then he gev a long fat kiss - - On her warm hand, and edged his stool - - Still closer. Could a man keep cool - - And see it? Trembling thro' and thro' - - I walked right up to thet theer two, - - And caught the dem'd old lump of duff - - Jest by the breeches and the scruff. - - And chuck'd him off, and with one kick - - Sent his stool arter him right slick-- - - While Cissy scream'd with frighten'd face, - - 'Spare him! O spare that man of grace!' - - - "'Spare him!' I cried, and gev a shout, - - 'What's this yer shine you air about-- - - What cuss is this that I jest see - - With that big book upon your knee, - - Cuddling up close and making sham - - To read a heap of holy flam?' - - Then Cissy clasp'd her hands, and said, - - While that dem'd Saint sat fierce and - - red, - - Mopping his brow with a black frown, - - And squatting where I chuck'd him down, - - 'Joe Wilson, stay your hand so bold, - - Come not a wolf into the fold; - - Forbear to touch that holy one-- - - The Apostle Hiram Higginson.' - - 'Touch him,' said I, 'for half a pin - - I'd flay and quarter him and skin! - - Waal may he look so white and skeer'd - - For of his doings I have heerd; - - Five wives he hev already done, - - And him--not half the man for one!' - - -"And then I stoop'd and took a peep - - At what they'd studied at so deep, - - And read, for I can read a bit, - - 'The Book of Mormon '--what was writ - - By the first Saint of all the lot, - - Mad Joseph, him the Yankees shot. - - 'What's the contents of this yer book?' - - Says I, and fixed her with a look. - - O Joe,' she answered, 'read aright, - - It is a book of blessed light-- - - Thet holy man expounds it clear \ - - Edification great is theer!' - - Then, for my blood was up, I took - - One kick at thet infernal book, - - And tho' the Apostle guv a cry, - - Into the well I made it fly, - - And turning to the Apostle cried, - - Tho' thet theer Scriptur' is your guide, - - You'd best depart without delay, - - Afore you sink in the same way! - - And sure as fate you'll wet your skin - - If you come courting yer agin!' - - - "At first he stared and puff'd and blew,-- - - Git out!' I cried, and off he flew, - - And not till he was out o' reach - - Shook his fat fist and found his speech. - - I turned to Cissy. 'Cicely Dunn,' - - Ses I, 'is this a bit of fun - - Or eernest?' Reckon 'twas a sight - - To see the way she stood upright, - - Rolled her blue eyes up, tried to speak, - - Made fust a giggle, then a squeak, - - And said half crying, 'I despise - - Your wicked calumnies and lies, - - And what you would insinuate - - Won't move me from my blessed state. - - Now I perceive in time, thank hiven, - - You are a man to anger given, - - Jealous and vi'lent. Go away! - - And when you recollect this day, - - And those bad words you've said to me, - - Blush if you kin. Tehee! tehee!' - - And then she sobbed, and in her cheer - - Fell crying: so I felt quite queer, - - And stood like a dern'd fool, and star'd - - Watchin' the pump a going hard; - - And then at last, I couldn't stand - - The sight no more, but slipt my hand - - Sharp into hers, and said quite kind, - - Say no more, Cissy--never mind; - - I know how queer you women's ways is-- - - Let the Apostle go to blazes!' - - Now thet was plain and fair. With this - - I would have put my arm round Ciss. - - But Lord! you should have seen her face, - - When I attempted to embrace; - - Sprang to her feet and gev a cry, - - Her back up like a cat's, her eye - - All blazing, and cried fierce and clear, - - You villain, touch me if you deer!' - - And jest then in the distance, fur - - From danger, a voice echoed her,-- - - The dem'd Apostle's, from some place - - Where he had hid his ugly face,-- - - Crying out faint and thick and clear, - - Yes, villain, touch her if you deer!' - - - So riled I was, to be so beat, - - I could have Struck her to my feet - - I didn't tho', tho' sore beset-- - - I never struck a woman yet. - - - "But off I walked right up the pass, - - And found the men among the grass, - - And when I came in sight said flat, - - What's this yer game Cissy is at? - - She's thrown me off, and taken pity - - On an Apostle from the City. - - Five wives already, too, has he-- - - Poor cussed things as e'er I see-- - - Does she mean _mischief_ or a _lark?_' - - Waal, all the men at thet look'd dark, - - And scratch'd their heads and seem'd in - - doubt. - - At last her brother Jim spoke out-- - - Joe, don't blame _us_--by George, it's true, - - We're chawed by this as much as you; - - We've done our best and tried and tried, - - But Ciss is off her head with pride, - - And all her thoughts, both night and day, - - Are with the Apostles fur away. - - "O that I were in bliss with them - - Theer in the new Jerusalem!" - - She says; and when we laugh and sneer, - - Ses we're jest raging wolves down here. - - She's a bit dull at home d'ye see, - - Allays liked heaps of company, - - And now the foolish critter paints - - A life of larks among the Saints. - - We've done our best, don't hev a doubt, - - To keep the old Apostle out: - - We've trained the dogs to seize and bite him, - - We've got up ghosts at night to fright him, - - Doctor'd his hoss and so upset him, - - Put tickle-grass in bed to fret him, - - Jalap'd his beer and snuffed his tea too, - - Gunpowder in his pipe put free too; - - A dozen times we've well-nigh kill'd him, - - - - We've skeer'd him, shaken him, and spiff'd - - him; - - In fact, done all we deer,' said Jim, - - Against a powerful man like him; - - But all in vain we've hed our sport; - - Jest like a cat that _can't_ be hurt, - - With nine good lives if he hev one. - - Is this same Hiram Higginson!'" - - - - -V--JOE ENDS HIS STORY.--FIRST GLIMPSE OF UTAH. - - - Joe paused, for down the mountain's brow - - His hastening horses trotted now. - - Into a canyon green and light, - - Thro' which a beck was sparkling light, - - Quickly we wound. Joe Wilson lit - - His cutty pipe, and suck'd at it - - In silence grim; and when it drew, - - Puff after puff of smoke he blew, - - With blank eye fixed on vacancy. - - At last he turned again to me, - - And spoke with bitter indignation - - The epilogue of his narration. - - - "Waal, stranger, guess my story's told, - - The Apostle beat and I was bowl'd. - - - Reckon I might have won if I - - Had allays been at hand to _try_; - - But I was busy out of sight, - - And he was theer, morn, noon, and night, - - Playing his cards, and waal it weer - - For him I never caught him theer. - - To cut the story short, I guess - - He got the Prophet to say 'yes,' - - And Cissy without much ado - - Gev her consent to hev him too; - - And one fine morning off they druv - - To what he called the Abode of Love-- - - A dem'd old place, it seems to me, - - Jest like a dove-box on a tree, - - Where every lonesome woman-soul - - Sits shivering in her own hole, - - And on the outside, free to choose, - - The old cock-pigeon struts and coos. - - I've heard from many a one that Ciss - - Has found her blunder out by this, - - And she'd prefer for company - - A brisk young chap, tho' poor, like me, - - Than the sixth part of him she's won-- - - The holy Hiram Iligginson. - - I've got a peep at her since then, - - When she's crawl'd out of thet theer den, - - But she's so pale and thin and tame - - I shouldn't know her for the same, - - No flesh to pinch upon her cheek, - - Her legs gone thin, no voice to speak, - - Dabby and crush'd, and sad and flabby, - - Sucking a wretched squeaking baby; - - And all the fun and all the light - - Gone from her face, and left it white. - - Her cheek 'll take 'feeble flush, - - But hesn't blood enough to blush; - - Tries to seem modest, peart and sly, - - And brighten up if I go by, - - But from the corner of her eyes - - Peeps at me quietly, and sighs. - - - Reckon her luck has been a stinger! - - She'd bolt if I held up my finger; - - But tho' I'm rough, and wild, and free, - - Take a _Saint's_ leavings--no not me! - - You've heerd of Vampires--them that rise - - At dead o' night with flaming eyes, - - And into women's beds'll creep - - To suck their blood when they're asleep. - - I guess these Saints are jest the same, - - Sucking the life out is their game; - - And tho' it ain't in the broad sun - - Or in the open streets it's done, - - There ain't a woman they clap eyes on - - Their teeth don't touch, their touch don't pison; - - Thet's their dem'd way in this yer spot-- - - Grrr! git along, hoss! dem you, trot!" - - - From pool to pool the wild beck sped - - Beside us, dwindled to a thread. - - With mellow verdure fringed around - - It sang along with summer sound: - - Here gliding into a green glade; - - Here darting from a nest of shade - - With sudden sparkle and quick cry, - - As glad again to meet the sky; - - Here whirling off with eager will - - And quickening tread to turn a mill; - - Then stealing from the busy place - - With duskier depths and wearier pace - - In the blue void above the beck - - Sailed with us, dwindled to a speck, - - The hen-hawk; and from pools below - - The blue-wing'd heron oft rose slow, - - And upward pass'd with measured beat - - Of wing to seek some new retreat. - - Blue was the heaven and darkly bright, - - Suffused with throbbing golden light, - - And in the burning Indian ray - - A million insects hummed at play. - - Soon, by the margin of the stream, - - We passed a driver with his team - - Bound for the City; then a hound - - Afar off made a dreamy sound; - - And suddenly the sultry track - - Left the green canyon at our back, - - And sweeping round a curve, behold! - - We came into the yellow gold - - Of perfect sunlight on the plain; - - And Joe, abruptly drawing rein, - - Said quick and sharp, shading his eyes - - With sunburnt hand, "See, theer it - - lies-- - - Theer's _Sodom!_" - - And even as he cried, - - The mighty Valley we espied, - - Burning below us in one ray - - Of liquid light that summer day; - - And far away, 'mid peaceful gleams - - Of flocks and herds and glistering streams, - - Rose, fair as aught that fancy paints, - - The wondrous City of the Saints! - - - - -THE CITY OF THE SAINTS. - - - _O Saints that shine around the heavenly Seat! - - What heaven is this that opens at my feet? - - What flocks are these that thro' the golden gleam - - Stray on by freckled fields and shining stream? - - What glittering roofs and white kiosks are these, - - Up-peeping from the shade of emerald trees? - - Whose City is this that rises on the sight - - Fair and fantastic as a city of light - - Seen in the sunset? What is yonder sea - - Opening beyond the City cool and free. - - Large, deep, and luminous, looming thro' the heat. - - And lying at the darkly shadowed feet - - Of the Sierrasy which with jagged line - - Burning to amber in the light divine, - - Close in the Valley of the happy land, - - With heights as barren as a dead man's hand?_ - - - _O pilgrim, halt! O wandering heart, give praise - - Behold the City of these Latter Days! - - Here may'st thou leave thy load and be forgiven, - - And in anticipation taste of Heaven!_ - - - - -AMONG THE PASTURES.--SUMMER EVENING DIALOGUE. - - -BISHOP PETE, BISHOP JOSS, STRANGER. - - - -BISHOP PETE. - - - Ah, things down here, as you observe, are getting - - more pernicious, - - And Brigham's losing all his nerve, altho' the - - fix is vicious. - - Jest as we've rear'd a prosperous place and fill'd - - our holy quivers, - - The Yankee comes with dern'd long face to give - - us all the shivers! - - And on his jaws a wicked grin prognosticates - - disaster, - - And, jest as sure as sin is sin, he means to be - - the master. - - "Pack up your traps," I hear him cry, "for here - - there's no remainin'," - - And winks with his malicious eye, and progues - - us out of Canaan. - - - -BISHOP JOSS. - - - It ain't the Yankee that _I_ fear, the neighbour - - nor the stranger-- - - No, no, it's closer home, it's _here_, that I perceive - - the danger. - - The wheels of State has gather'd rust, the helm - - wants hands to guide it, - - Tain't from without the tiler'll bust, but 'cause - - of steam inside it; - - Yet if we went falootin' less, and made less - - noise and flurry, - - It isn't Jonathan, I guess, would hurt us in a - - hurry. - - But there's sedition east and west, and secret - - revolution, - - There's canker in the social breast, rot in the - - constitution; - - And over half of us, at least, are plunged in mad - - vexation, - - Forgetting how our race increased, our very - - creed's foundation. - - What's our religion's strength and force, its - - substance, and its story? - - - -STRANGER. - - - Polygamy, my friend, of course! the law of love - - and glory! - - - -BISHOP PETE. - - - Stranger, I'm with you there, indeed:--it's been - - the best of nusses; - - Polygamy is to our creed what meat and drink - - to _us_ is. - - Destroy that notion any day, and all the rest is - - brittle, - - And Mormondom dies clean away like one in - - want of vittle. - - It's meat and drink, it's life, it's power! to - - heaven its breath doth win us! - - It warms our vitals every hour! it's Holy Ghost - - within us! - - Jest lay that notion on the shelf, and all life's - - springs are frozen! - - I've half-a-dozen wives myself, and wish I had a - - dozen! - - - -BISHOP JOSS. - - - If all the Elders of the State like you were sound - - and holy, - - P. Shufflebotham, guess our fate were far less - - melancholy. - - You air a man of blessed toil, far-shining and - - discerning, - - A heavenly lamp well trimm'd with oil, upon the - - altar burning. - - And yet for every one of us with equal resolu- - - tion, - - There's twenty samples of the Cuss, as mean as - - Brother Clewson. - - - -STRANGER. - - - St. Abe? - - - -BISHOP JOSS. - - - Yes, _him_--the snivelling sneak--his very _name_ - - provokes me,-- - - Altho' my temper's milky-meek, he sours me - - and he chokes me. - - To see him going up and down with those meek - - lips asunder, - - Jest like a man about to drown, with lead to sink - - him under, - - His grey hair on his shoulders shed, one leg than - - t'other shorter, - - No end of cuteness in his head, and him--as - - weak as water! - - - -BISHOP PETE. - - - And yet how well I can recall the time when - - Abe was younger-- - - Why not a chap among us all went for the - - notion stronger. - - When to the mother-country he was sent to wake - - the sinning, - - He shipp'd young lambs across the sea by _flocks_ - ---he was so winning; - - O but he had a lively style, describing saintly - - blisses! - - He made the spirit pant and smile, and seek - - seraphic kisses! - - How the bright raptures of the Saint fresh lustre - - seemed to borrow, - - While black and awful he did paint the one-wived - - sinner's sorrow! - - Each woman longed to be his bride, and by his - - side to slumber-- - - "The more the blesseder!" he cried, still adding - - to the number. - - - -STRANGER. - - - How did the gentleman contrive to change his - - skin so quickly? - - - -BISHOP JOSS. - - - The holy Spirit couldn't thrive because the Flesh - - was sickly! - - Tho' day by day he did increase his flock, his - - soul was shallow, - - His brains were only candle-grease, and wasted - - down like tallow. - - He stoop'd a mighty heap too much, and let his - - household rule him, - - The weakness of the man was such that any face - - could fool him. - - Ay! made his presence cheap, no doubt, and so - - contempt grew quicker,-- - - Not measuring his notice out in smallish drams, - - like liquor. - - His house became a troublous house, with mis- - - chief overbrimmin', - - And he went creeping like a mouse among the - - cats of women. - - Ah, womenfolk are hard to rule, their tricks is - - most surprising, - - It's only a dern'd spoony fool goes _sentimental- - - ising!_ - - But give'em now and then a bit of notice and a - - present, - - And lor, they're just like doves, that sit on one - - green branch, all pleasant! - - But Abe's love was a queer complaint, a sort of - - tertian fever, - - Each case he cured of thought the Saint a - - thorough-paced deceiver; - - And soon he found, he did indeed, with all their - - whims to nourish, - - That Mormonism ain't a creed where fleshly - - follies flourish. - - - -BISHOP PETE. - - - Ah, right you air! A creed it is demandin' iron - - mettle! - - A will that quells, as soon as riz, the biling of - - the kettle! - - With wary eye, with manner deep, a spirit - - overbrimmin', - - Like to a shepherd 'mong his sheep, the Saint is - -'mong his women; - - And unto him they do uplift their eyes in awe - - and wonder; - - His notice is a blessed gift, his anger is blue - - thunder. - - No n'ises vex the holy place where dwell those - - blessed parties; - - Each missus shineth in her place, and blithe and - - meek her heart is! - - They sow, they spin, they darn, they hem, their - - blessed babes they handle, - - The Devil never comes to _them_, lit by that holy - - candle! - - When in their midst serenely walks their - - Master and their Mentor, - - They're hush'd, as when the Prophet stalks down - - holy church's centre! - - They touch his robe, they do not move, those - - blessed wives and mothers, - - And, when on one he shineth love, no envy fills - - the others; - - They know his perfect saintliness, and honour - - his affection-- - - And, if they did object, I guess he'd settle that - - objection! - - - -BISHOP JOSS - - - It ain't a passionate flat like Abe can manage - - things in _your_ way! - - They teased that most etarnal babe, till things - - were in a poor way. - - I used to watch his thorny bed, and bust my - - sides with laughter, - - _Once_ give a female hoss her head you'll never - - stop her after. - - It's one thing getting seal'd, and he was mighty - - fond of Sealing, - - He'd all the human heat, d'ye see, without the - - saintly feeling. - - His were the wildest set of gals that ever drove - - man silly, - - Each full of freaks and fal-de-lals, as frisky as a - - filly. - - One pull'd this way, and t'other that, and made - - his life a mockery, - - They'd all the feelings of a cat scampaging - -'mong the crockery. - - I saw Abe growing pale and thin, and well I - - knew what ail'd him-- - - The skunk went stealing out and in, and all his - - spirit failed him; - - And tho' the tanning-yard paid well, and he - - was money-making, - - His saintly home was hot as Hell, and, ah! - - how he was baking! - - Why, now and then at evening-time, when his - - day's work was over, - - Up this here hill he used to climb and squat - - among the clover, - - And with his fishy eye he'd glare across the - - Rocky Mountains, - - And wish he was away up there, among the - - heavenly fountains! - - I had an aunt, Tabitha Brooks, a virgin under - - fifty, - - She warn't so much for pretty looks, but she - - was wise and thrifty; - - She'd seen the vanities of life, was good at - -'counts and brewin'-- - - Thinks I, "Here's just the sort of Wife to save - - poor Abe from ruin." - - So, after fooling many a week, and showing - - him she loved him, - - And seeing he was shy to _speak_, whatever - - feelings moved him, - - At last I took her by the hand, and led her to - - him straightway, - - One day when we could see him stand jest close - - unto the gateway. - - My words were to the p'int and brief: says I, - - "My brother Clewson, - - There'll be an end to all your grief, if you've got - - resolution. - - Where shall you find a house that thrives without - - a head that's ruling? - - Here is the paragon of wives to teach those - - others schooling! - - She'll be to you not only wife, but careful as a - - mother-- - - A little property for life is hers; you'll share it, - - brother. - - I've seen the question morn and eve within your - - eyes unspoken, - - You're slow and nervous I perceive, but now--the - - ice is broken. - - Here is a guardian and a guide to bless a man - - and grace him;" - - And then I to Tabitha cried, "Go in, old gal- - - embrace him!" - - - -STRANGER. - - - Why, that was acting fresh and fair;--but Abe, - - was he as hearty? - - - -BISHOP JOSS. - - - We...ll! Abe was never anywhere against a - -_female_ party! - - At first he seemed about to run, and then we - - might have missed him; - - But Tabby was a tender one, she collar'd him - - and kissed him. - - And round his neck she blushing hung, part - - holding, part caressing, - - And murmur'd, with a faltering tongue, "O, Abe, - - I'll be a blessing." - - And home they walk'd one morning, he just - - reaching to her shoulders, - - And sneaking at her skirt, while she stared - - straight at all beholders. - - Swinging her bonnet by the strings, and setting - - her lips tighter, - - In at his door the old gal springs, her grim eyes - - growing brighter; - - And, Lord! there was the devil to pay, and - - lightning and blue thunder, - - For she was going to have her way, and hold - - the vixens under; - - They would have torn old Abe to bits, they - - were so anger-bitten, - - But Tabby saved him from their fits, as a cat - - saves her kitten. - - - -STRANGER. - - - It seems your patriarchal life has got its - - botherations, - - And leads to much domestic strife and infinite - - vexations! - - But when the ladies couldn't lodge in peace one - - house-roof under, - - I thought that 'twas the saintly dodge to give - - them homes asunder? - - - -BISHOP JOSS. - - - And you thought right; it is a plan by many - - here affected-- - - Never by _me_--I ain't the man--I'll have my will - - respected. - - - -BISHOP JOSS'S OWN DOMESTIC SYSTEM. - - - If all the women of _my_ house can't fondly pull - - together, - - And each as meek as any mouse, look out for - - stormy weather!-- - - No, no, I don't approve at all of humouring my - - women, - - And building lots of boxes small for each one - - to grow grim in. - - I teach them jealousy's a _sin_, and solitude's just - - bearish, - - They nuss each other lying-in, each other's babes - - they cherish; - - It is a family jubilee, and not a selfish plea- - - sure, - - Whenever one presents to me another infant - - treasure! - - All ekal, all respected, each with tokens of - - affection, - - They dwell together, soft of speech, beneath their - - lord's protection; - - And if by any chance I mark a spark of shindy - - raising, - - I set my heel upon that spark,--before the house - - gets blazing! - - Now that's what Clewson should have done, but - - couldn't, thro' his folly, - - For even when Tabby's help was won, he wasn't - - much more jolly. - - Altho' she stopt the household fuss, and husht - - the awful riot, - - The old contrairy stupid Cuss could not enj'y - - the quiet. - - His house was peaceful as a church, all solemn, - - still, and saintly; - - And yet he'd tremble at the porch, and look - - about him faintly; - - And tho' the place was all his own, with hat in - - hand he'd enter, - - Like one thro' public buildings shown, soft - - treading down the centre. - - Still, things were better than before, though - - somewhat trouble-laden,. - - When one fine day unto his door there came a - - Yankee maiden. - - "Is Brother Clewson in?" she says; and when - - she saw and knew him, - - The stranger gal to his amaze scream'd out and - - clung unto him. - - Then in a voice all thick and wild, exclaim'd that - - gal unlucky, - - "O Sir, I'm Jason Jones's child--he's _dead_-- - - stabb'd in Kentucky! - - And father's gone, and O I've come to _you_ - - across the mountains." - - And then the little one was dumb, and Abe's - - eyes gushed like fountains.... - - He took that gal into his place, and kept her as - - his daughter-- - - Ah, mischief to her wheedling face and the bad - - wind that brought her! - - - -BISHOP PETE. - - - I knew that Jones;--used to faloot about Emanci- - - pation-- - - It made your very toe-nails shoot to hear his - - declamation. - - And when he'd made all bosoms swell with - - wonder at his vigour, - - He'd get so drunk he couldn't tell a white man - - from a nigger! - - Was six foot high, thin, grim, and pale,--his - - troubles can't be spoken-- - - Tarred, feathered, ridden on a rail, left beaten, - - bruised, and broken; - - But nothing made his tongue keep still, or stopt - - his games improper, - - Till, after many an awkward spill, he came the - - final cropper. - - - -BISHOP JOSS. - - -... That gal was fourteen years of age, and sly - - with all her meekness; - - It put the fam'ly in a rage, for well they knew - - Abe's weakness. - - But Abe (a cuss, as I have said, that any fool - - might sit on) - - Was stubborn as an ass's head, when once he - - took the fit on! - - And, once he fixed the gal to take, in spite of - - their vexation, - - Not all the rows on earth would break his firm - - determination. - - He took the naggings as they came, he bowed - - his head quite quiet, - - Still mild he was and sad and tame, and ate the - - peppery diet; - - But tho' he seemed so crush'd to be, when this - - or that one blew up, - - He stuck to Jones's Legacy and school'd her till - - she grew up. - - Well! there! the thing was said and done, and - - so far who could blame him? - - But O he was a crafty one, and sorrow couldn't - - shame him! - - That gal grew up, and at eighteen was prettier - - far and neater-- - - There were not many to be seen about these - - parts to beat her; - - Peart, brisk, bright-eyed, all trim and tight, like - - kittens fond of playing, - - A most uncommon pleasant sight at pic-nic or - - at praying. - - Then it became, as you'll infer, a simple public - - duty, - - To cherish and look after her, considering her - - beauty; - - And several Saints most great and blest now - - offer'd their protection, - - And I myself among the rest felt something of - - affection. - - But O the selfishness of Abe, all things it beats - - and passes! - - As greedy as a two-year babe a-grasping at - - molasses! - - When once those Shepherds of the flock began - - to smile and beckon, - - He screamed like any lighting cock, and raised - - his comb, I reckon! - - First one was floor'd, then number two, she - - wouldn't look at any; - - Then _my_ turn came, although I knew the - - maiden's faults were many. - - "My brother Abe," says I, "I come untoe your - - house at present - - To offer sister Anne a home which she will find - - most pleasant. - - You know I am a saintly man, and all my ways - - are lawful"-- - - And in a minute he began abusing me most - - awful. - - "Begone," he said, "you're like the rest,-- - - wolves, Wolves with greedy clutches! - - Poor little lamb; but in my breast I'll shield her - - from your touches!" - - "Come, come," says I, "a gal can't stay a child - - like that for ever, - - You'll _hev_ to seal the gal some day; " but Abe - - cried fiercely, "Never!" - - Says I, "Perhaps it's in your view _yourself_ this - - lamb to gather?" - - And "If it is, what's that to _you?_" he cried; - -"but I'm her father! - - You get along, I know your line, it's crushing, - - bullying, wearing, - - You'll never seal a child of mine, so go, and - - don't stand staring!" - - This was the man once mild in phiz as any - - farthing candle-- - - A hedgehog now, his quills all riz, whom no - - one dared to handle! - - But O I little guessed his deal, nor tried to - - circumvent it, - - I never thought he'd dare to _seal_ another; but - - he meant it! - - Yes, managed Brigham on the sly, for fear his - - plans miscarried, - - And long before we'd time to cry, the two were - - sealed and married. - - - -BISHOP PETE. - - - Well, you've your consolation now--he's pun- - - ished clean, I'm thinking, - - He's ten times deeper in the slough, up to his - - neck and sinking. - - There's vinegar in Abe's pale face enough to - - sour a barrel, - - Goes crawling up and down the place, neglect- - - ing his apparel, - - Seems to have lost all heart and soul, has fits of - - absence shocking-- - - His home is like a rabbit's hole when weasels - - come a-knocking. - - And now and then, to put it plain, while falling - - daily sicker, - - I think he tries to float his pain by copious goes - - of liquor. - - - -BISHOP JOSS. - - - Yes, that's the end of selfishness, it leads to - - long vexation-- - - No man can pity Abe, I guess, who knows his - - situation; - - And, Stranger, if this man you meet, don't take - -_him_ for a sample, - - Although he speaks you fair and sweet, he's set - - a vile example. - - Because you see him ill at ease, at home, and - - never hearty, - - Don't think these air the tokens, please, of a - - real saintly party! - - No, he's a failure, he's a sham, a scandal to our - - nation, - - Not fit to lead a single lamb, unworthy of his - - station; - - No! if you want a Saint to see, who rules lambs - - when he's got 'em, - - Just cock your weather-eye at _me_, or Brother - - Shufflebotham. - -_We_ don't go croaking east and west, afraid of - - women's faces, - - We bless and we air truly blest in our domestic - - places; - - We air religious, holy men, happy our folds to - - gather, - - Each is a loyal citizen, also a husband--rather. - - But now with talk you're dry and hot, and - - weary with your ride here. - - Jest come and see _my_ fam'ly lot,--they're waiting - - tea inside here. - - - - -WITHIN THE CITY.--SAINT ABE AND THE SEVEN. - - - Sister Tabitha, thirty odd, - - Rising up with a stare and a nod; - - Sister Amelia, sleepy and mild, - - Freckled, Duduish, suckling a child; - - Sister Fanny, pert and keen, - - Sister Emily, solemn and lean, - - Sister Mary, given to tears, - - Sister Sarah, with wool in her ears;-- - - All appearing like tapers wan - - In the mellow sunlight of Sister Anne. - - - With a tremulous wave of his hand, the Saint - - Introduces the household quaint, - - And sinks on a chair and looks around, - - As the dresses rustle with snakish sound, - - As curtsies are bobb'd, and eyes cast down - - Some with a simper, some with a frown, - - And Sister Anne, with a fluttering breast, - - Stands trembling and peeping behind the rest - - - Every face but one has been - - Pretty, perchance, at the age of eighteen, - - Pert and pretty, and plump and bright; - - But now their fairness is faded quite, - - And every feature is fashion'd here - - To a flabby smile, or a snappish sneer. - - Before the stranger they each assume - - A false fine flutter and feeble bloom, - - And a little colour comes into the cheek - - When the eyes meet mine, as I sit and speak; - - But there they sit and look at me, - - Almost withering visibly, - - And languidly tremble and try to blow-- - - Six pale roses all in a row! - - - Six? ah, yes; but at hand sits one, - - The seventh, still full of the light of the sun. - - Though her colour terribly comes and goes, - - Now white as a lily, now red as a rose, - - So sweet she is, and so full of light, - - That the rose seems soft, and the lily bright. - - Her large blue eyes, with a tender care, - - Steal to her husband unaware, - - And whenever he feels them he flushes red, - - And the trembling hand goes up to his head! - - Around those dove-like eyes appears - - A redness as of recent tears. - - Alone she sits in her youth's fresh bloom - - In a dark corner of the room, - - And folds her hands, and does not stir, - - and the others scarcely look at her, - - But crowding together, as if by plan, - - Draw further and further from Sister Anne. - - - I try to rattle along in chat, - - Talking freely of this and that-- - - The crops, the weather, the mother-land, - - Talk a baby could understand; - - And the faded roses, faint and meek, - - Open their languid lips to speak, - - But in various sharps and flats, all low, - - Give a lazy "yes" or a sleepy "no." - - Yet now and then Tabitha speaks, - - Snapping her answer with yellow cheeks, - - And fixing the Saint who is sitting by - - With the fish-like glare of her glittering eye, - - Whenever the looks of the weary man - - Stray to the corner of Sister Anne. - - - Like a fountain in a shady place - - Is the gleam of the sadly shining face-- - - A fresh spring whither the soul might turn, - - When the road is rough, and the hot sands - - bum; - - Like a fount, or a bird, or a blooming tree, - - To a weary spirit is such as she! - - And Brother Abe, from his easy chair, - - Looks thither by stealth with an aching care, - - And in spite of the dragons that guard the - - brink - - Would stoop to the edge of the fount, I think, - - And drink! and drink! - - - "Drink? Stuff and fiddlesticks," you cry, - - Matron reader with flashing eye: - - "Isn't the thing completely _his_, - - His wife, his mistress, whatever you please? - - Look at her! Dragons and fountains! Absurd!" - - Madam, I bow to every word; - - But truth is truth, and cannot fail, - - And this is quite a veracious tale. - - More like a couple of lovers shy, - - Who flush and flutter when folk are by, - - Were man and wife, or (in another - - And holier parlance) sister and brother. - - As a man of the world I noticed it, - - And it made me speculate a bit, - - For the situation was to my mind - - A phenomenon of a curious kind-- - - A person in love with his _wife_, 'twas clear, - - But afraid, when another soul was near, - - Of showing his feelings in any way - - Because--there would be the Devil to pay! - - - The Saint has been a handsome fellow, - - Clear-eyed, fresh-skinn'd, if a trifle yellow, - - And his face though somewhat soft and plain - - Ends in a towering mass of brain. - - - His locks, though still an abundant crop, - - Are thinning a little at the top, - - But you only notice here and there - - The straggling gleam of a silver hair. - - A man by nature rolled round and short, - - Meant for the Merry Andrew's sport, - - But sober'd down by the wear and tear - - Of business troubles and household care: - - Quiet, reticent, gentle, kind, - - Of amorous heart and extensive mind, - - A Saint devoid of saintly sham, - - Is little Brother Abraham. - - - Brigham's right hand he used to be-- - - Mild though he seems, and simple, and free; - - Sound in the ways of the world, and great - - In planning potent affairs of state; - - Not bright, nor bumptious, you must know, - - Too retiring for popular show, - - But known to conceive on a startling scale - - Gigantic plans that never fail; - - To hold with a certain secret sense - - The Prophet under his influence, - - To be, I am led to understand, - - The Brain, while the Prophet is the Hand, - - And to see his intellectual way - - Thro' moral dilemmas of every day, - - By which the wisest are led astray. - - - Here's the Philosopher!--here he sits, - - Here, with his vaguely wandering wits, - - Among the dragons, as I have said, - - Smiling, and holding his hand to his head. - - What mighty thoughts are gathering now - - Behind that marble mass of brow? - - What daring schemes of polity - - To set the popular conscience free, - - And bless humanity, planneth he? - - His talk is idle, a surface-gleam, - - The ripple on the rest of the stream, - - But his thoughts--ah, his _thoughts_--where do - - they fly, - - While the wretched roses under his eye - - Flutter and peep? and in what doth his plan - - Turn to the counsel of Sister Anne? - - For his eyes give ever a questioning look, - - And the little one in her quiet nook - - Flashes an answer, and back again - - The question runs to the Brother's brain, - - And the lights of speculation flit - - Over his face and trouble it. - - - Follow his eyes once more, and scan - - The fair young features of Sister Anne: - - Frank and innocent, and in sooth - - Full of the first fair flush of youth. - - Quite a child--nineteen years old; - - Not gushing, and self-possessed, and bold, - - Like our Yankee women at nineteen, - - But low of voice, and mild of mien-- - - More like the fresh young fruit you see - - In the mother-land across the sea-- - - More like that rosiest flower on earth, - - A blooming maiden of English birth. - - Such as we find them yet awhile - - Scatter'd about the homely Isle, - - Not yet entirely eaten away - - By the canker-novel of the day, - - Or curling up and losing their scent - - In a poisonous dew from the Continent. - - - There she sits, in her quiet nook, - - Still bright tho' sadden'd; and while I look, - - My heart is filled and my eyes are dim, - - And I hate the Saint when I turn to him! - - Ogre! Blue Beard! Oily and sly! - - His meekness a cheat, his quiet a lie! - - A roaring lion he'll walk the house - - Tho' now he crouches like any mouse! - - Had not he pluck'd enough and to spare - - Of roses like these set fading there, - - - - But he must seek to cajole and kiss - - Another yet, and a child like this? - - A maid on the stalk, just panting to prove - - The honest joy of a virgin love; - - A girl, a baby, an innocent child, - - To be caught by the first man's face that smiled! - - Scarce able the difference to fix - - Of polygamy and politics! - - Led to the altar like a lamb, - - And sacrificed to the great god _Sham!_ - - Deluded, martyr'd, given to woe, - - Last of seven who have perish'd so; - - For who can say but the flowers I see - - Were once as rosy and ripe as she? - - Already the household worm has begun - - To feed on the cheeks of the little one; - - Already her spirit, fever-fraught, - - Droops to the weight of its own thought; - - Already she saddens and sinks and sighs, - - Watched by the jealous dragonish eyes. - - Even Amelia, sleepy and wan, - - Sharpens her orbs as she looks at Anne; - - While Sister Tabby, when she can spare - - Her gaze from the Saint in his easy-chair, - - Fixes her with a gorgon glare. - - - All is still and calm and polite, - - The Sisters bolster themselves upright, - - And try to smile, but the atmosphere - - Is charged with thunder and lightning here. - - Heavy it seems, and close and warm, - - Like the air before a summer storm; - - And at times,--as in that drowsy dream - - Preluding thunder, all sounds will seem - - Distinct and ominously clear, - - And the far-off cocks seem crowing near - - Ev'n so in the pauses of talk, each breast - - Is strangely conscious of the rest, - - And the tick of the watch of Abe the Saint - - Breaks on the air, distinct though faint, - - Like the ticking of his heart! - - I rise - - To depart, still glancing with piteous eyes - - On Sister Anne; and I find her face - - Turn'd questioning still to the same old place-- - - The face of the Saint. I stand and bow, - - Curtsies again are bobbing now, - - Dresses rustling... I know no more - - Till the Saint has led me to the door, - - And I find myself in a day-dream dim, - - Just after shaking hands with him. - - Standing and watching him sad and slow - - Into the dainty dwelling go, - - With a heavy sigh, and his hand to his head. - - -... Hark, _distant thunder!_--'tis as I said: - - The air was far too close;--at length - - The Storm is breaking in all its strength. - - - - -III--PROMENADE--MAIN STREET, UTAH. - - - -THE STRANGER. - - - Along the streets they're thronging, walking, - - Clad gaily in their best and talking, - - Women and children quite a crowd; - - The bright sun overhead is blazing, - - The people sweat, the dust they're raising - - Arises like a golden cloud. - - Still out of every door they scatter, - - Laughing and light. Pray what's the matter. - - That such a flock of folks I see? - - - -A LOUNGER - - - They're off to hear the Prophet patter, - - This yer's a day of jubilee. - - - -VOICES. - - - Come along, we're late I reckon... - - There's our Matt, I see him beckon... - - How d'ye do, marm? glad to meet you. - - Silence, Hiram, or I'll beat you... - - Emm, there's brother Jones a-looking... - - Here's warm weather, how I'm cooking! - - - -STRANGER - - - Afar the hills arise with cone and column - - Into a sky of brass serene and solemn; - - And underneath their shadow in one haze - - Of limpid heat the great salt waters blaze, - - While faint and filmy through the sultry veil - - The purple islands on their bosom sail - - Like floating clouds of dark fantastic air. - - How strangely sounds (while 'mid the Indian - - glare - - Moves the gay crowd of people old and young) - - The bird-like chirp of the old Saxon tongue! - - The women seem half weary and half gay, - - Their eyes droop in a melancholy way,-- - - I have not seen a merry face to-day. - - - -A BISHOP - - - Ther's a smart hoss you're riding, brother! - - How are things looking, down with you? - - - -SECOND BISHOP - - - Not over bright with one nor 'tother, - - Taters are bad, tomatoes blue. - - You've heer'd of Brother Simpson's losses?-- - - Buried his wife and spiled his hay. - - And the three best of Hornby's hosses - - Some Injin cuss has stol'n away. - - - -VOICES. - - - Zoë, jest fix up my gown... - - There's my hair a-coming down... - - Drat the babby, he's so crusty-- - - It's the heat as makes him thusty... - - Come along, I'm almost sinking... - - There's a stranger, and he's winking. - - Stranger. - - That was a fine girl with the grey-hair'd lady, - - How shining were her eyes, how true and - - steady, - - Not drooping down in guilty Mormon fashion, - - But shooting at the soul their power and passion. - - That's a big fellow, six foot two, not under, - - But how he struts, and looks as black as thunder, - - Half glancing round at his poor sheep to scare - - 'em-- - - Six, seven, eight, nine,--O Abraham, what a - - harem! - - - All berry brown, but looking scared as may be, - - And each one but the oldest with a baby. - - - -PHOEBE - - - A Girl? - - Another. - - Yes, Grace! - - - -FIRST GIRL - - - Don't seem to notice, dear, - - That Yankee from the camp again is here, - - Making such eyes, and following on the sly, - - And coughing now and then to show he's nigh. - - - -SECOND GIRL - - - Who's that along with him--the little scamp - - Shaking his hair and nodding with a smile? - - - -FIRST GIRL - - - Guess he's some new one just come down to - - - -SECOND GIRL - - - Isn't he handsome? - - - -FIRST GIRL - - - No; the first's my style! - - - -STRANGER - - - If my good friends, the Saints, could get then - - will, - - These Yankee officers would fare but ill; - - Wherever they approach the folk retire, - - As if from veritable coals of fire; - - With distant bow, set lips, and half-hid frown, - - The Bishops pass them in the blessed town; - - The women come behind like trembling sheep, - - Some freeze to ice, some blush and steal a peep. - - And often, as a band of maidens gay - - Comes up, each maid ceases to talk and play, - - Droops down her eyes, and does not look their - - way; - - But after passing where the youngsters pine, - - All giggle as at one concerted sign, - - And tripping on with half-hush'd merry cries, - - Look boldly back with laughter in their eyes! - - - -VOICES - - - Here we are, how folk are pushing... - - Mind the babby in the crushing... - - Pheemy!.. Yes, John!.. Don't go staring - - At that Yankee--it's past bearing. - - - Draw your veil down while he passes, - - Reckon you're as bold as brass is. - - - -ABE CLEWSON - - -_[Passing with his hand to his head, attended by his - - Wives.]_ - - Head in a whirl, and heart in a flutter, - - Guess I don't know the half that I utter. - - Too much of this life is beginning to try me, - - I'm like a dem'd miller the grind always nigh - - me; - - Praying don't sooth me nor comfort me any, - - My house is too full and my blessings too - - many-- - - The ways o' the wilderness puzzle me greatly. - - - -SISTER TABITHA. - - - Do walk like a Christian, and keep kind o' - - stately! - - And jest keep an eye on those persons behind - - you, - - You call 'em your Wives, but they tease you and - - blind you; - - Sister Anne's a disgrace, tho' you think her a - - martyr, - - And she's tuck'd up her petticoat nigh to her - - garter. - - - -STRANGER - - - What group is this, begrim'd with dust and - - heat, - - Staring like strangers in the open street? - - The women, ragged, wretched, and half dead, - - Sit on the kerbstone hot and hang the head, - - And clustering at their side stand children - - brown, - - Weary, with wondering eyes on the fair town. - - Close by in knots beside the unhorsed team - - The sunburn'd men stand talking in a dream, - - For the vast tracts of country left behind - - Seem now a haunting mirage in the mind. - - Gaunt miners folding hands upon their breasts, - - Big-jointed labourers looking ox-like down, - - And sickly artizans with narrow chests - - Still pallid from the smoke of English town. - - Hard by to these a group of Teutons stand, - - Light-hair'd, blue-eyed, still full of Fatherland, - - With water-loving Northmen, who grow gay - - To see the mimic sea gleam far away. - - Now to this group, with a sharp questioning - - face, - - Cometh a holy magnate of the place - - In decent black; shakes hands with some; - - and then - - Begins an eager converse with the men: - - All brighten; even the children hush their cries, - - And the pale women smile with sparkling eyes. - - - -BISHOP. - - - The Prophet welcomes you, and sends - - His message by my mouth, my friends; - - He'll see you snug, for on this shore - - There's heaps of room for millions more!.. - - Scotchman, I take it?.. Ah, I know - - Glasgow--was there a year or so... - - And if _you_ don't from Yorkshire hail, - - I'll--ah, I thought so; seldom fail. - - - Make yourselves snug and rest a spell, - - There's liquor coming--meat as well. - - All welcome! We keep open door-- - - Ah, _we_ don't push away the poor; - - Tho' he's a fool, you understand, - - Who keeps poor long in this here land. - - The land of honey you behold-- - - Honey and milk--silver and gold! - - - -AN ARTIZAN - - - Ah, that's the style--Bess, just you hear it; - - Come, come, old gal, keep up your spirit: - - Silver and gold, and milk and honey, - - This is the country for our money! - - - -A GERMAN. - - - Es lebe die Stadt! es lebe dran! - - Das heilige Leben steht mir an! - - - -A NORTHMAN. - - - Taler du norske - - - -BISHOP. - - - -_[Shaking his head. and turning with a wink to the - - English.]_ - - No, not me! - - _Saxon's_ the language of the free: - - The language of the great Evangels! - - The language of the Saints and Angels! - - The only speech that Joseph knew! - - The speech of him and Brigham too! - - Only the speech by which we've thriven - - Is comprehended up in Heaven!.. - - Poor heathens! but we'll make'em spry, - - They'll talk like Christians by and by. - - - -STRANGER - - - _[Strolling out of the streets.]_ - - From east, from west, from every worn-out land, - - Yearly they stream to swell this busy band. - - Out of the fever'd famine of the slums, - - From sickness, shame, and sorrow, Lazarus comes, - - Drags his sore limbs o'er half the world and sea, - - Seeking for freedom and felicity. - - The sewer of ignorance and shame and loss, - - Draining old Europe of its dirt and dross, - - Grows the great City by the will of God; - - While wondrously out of the desert sod, - - Nourished with lives unclean and weary hearts - - The new faith like a splendid weed upstarts. - - A splendid weed! rather a fair wild-flower, - - Strange to the eye in its first birth of power, - - But bearing surely in its breast the seeds - - Of higher issues and diviner deeds. - - Changed from Sahara to a fruitful vale - - Fairer than ever grew in fairy tale, - - Transmuted into plenteous field and glade - - By the slow magic of the white man's spade, - - Grows Deseret, filling its mighty nest - - Between the eastern mountains and the west, - - While--who goes there? What shape antique - - looks down - - From this green mound upon the festive town, - - With tall majestic figure darkly set - - Against the sky in dusky silhouette? - - Strange his attire: a blanket edged with red - - Wrapt royally around him; on his head - - A battered hat of the strange modem sort - - Which men have christened "chimney pots" in - - sport; - - Mocassins on his feet, fur-fringed and grand, - - And a large green umbrella in his hand. - - Pensive he stands with deep-lined dreamy face, - - Last living remnant of the mighty race - - Who on these hunting-fields for many a year - - Chased the wild buffalo, and elk, and deer. - - Heaven help him! In his mien grief and despair - - Seem to contend, as he stands musing there; - - Until he notices that I am nigh, - - And lo! with outstretched hands and glistening - - eye - - Swift he descends--Does he mean mischief? - - No; - - He smiles and beckons as I turn to go. - - - -INDIAN - - - Me Medicine Crow. White man gib drink to me. - - Great chief; much squaw; papoose, sah, one, - - two, three! - - - -STRANGER - - - With what a leer, half wheedling and half winking, - - The lost one imitates the act of drinking; - - His nose already, to his woe and shame, - - Carbuncled with the white man's liquid flame! - - Well, I pull out my flask, and fill a cup - - Of burning rum--how quick he gulps it up; - - And in a moment in his trembling grip - - Thrusts out the cup for more with thirsty lip. - - - But no!--already drunken past a doubt, - - Degenerate nomad of the plains, get out! - - _[A railway whistle sounds in the far distance.]_ - - Fire-hearted Demon tamed to human hand, - - Rushing with smoky breath from land to land, - - Screaming aloud to scare with rage and wrath - - Primaeval ignorance before his path, - - Dragging behind him as he runs along - - His lilliputian masters, pale and strong, - - With melancholy sound for plain and hill - - Man's last Familiar Spirit whistles shrill. - - Poor devil of the plains, now spent and frail, - - Hovering wildly on the fatal trail, - - Pass on!--there lies thy way and thine abode, - - Get out of Jonathan thy master's road. - - Where? anywhere!--he's not particular where, - - So that you clear the road, he does not care; - - Off, quick! clear out! ay, drink your fill and die; - - And, since the Earth rejects you, try the Sky! - - And see if He, who sent your white-faced - - brother - - To hound and drive you from this world you - - bother, - - Can find a comer for you in another! - - - - -WITHIN THE SYNAGOGUE.--SERMONIZETH THE PROPHET. - - - Sisters and brothers who love the right, - - Saints whose hearts are divinely beating, - - Children rejoicing in the light, - - I reckon this is a pleasant meeting. - - Where's the face with a look of grief?-- - - Jehovah's with us and leads the battle; - - We've had a harvest beyond belief, - - And the signs of fever have left the cattle; - - All still blesses the holy life - - Here in the land of milk and honey. - - - -FEMININE WHISPERS - - - Brother Shuttleworth's seventeenth wife,.. - - Her with the heer brushed up so funny! - - - -THE PROPHET - - - Out of Egypt hither we flew, - - Through the desert and rocky places; - - The people murmur'd, and all look'd blue, - - The bones of the martyr'd filled our traces. - - Mountain and valley we crawl'd along, - - And every morning our hearts beat quicker. - - Our flesh was weak, but our souls were strong. - - And we'd managed to carry some kegs of - - liquor. - - At last we halted on yonder height, - - Just as the sun in the west was blinking. - - - -FEMININE WHISPERS - - - Isn't Jedge Hawkins's last a fright?... - - I'm suttin that Brother Abe's been drinking! - - - -THE PROPHET. - - - That night, my lambs, in a wondrous dream, - - I saw the gushing of many fountains; - - Soon as the morning began to beam, - - Down we went from yonder mountains, - - Found the water just where I thought, - - Fresh and good, though a trifle gritty, - - Pitch'd our tents in the plain, and wrought - - The site and plan of the Holy City. - - "Pioneers of the blest," I cried, - - "Dig, and the Lord will bless each spade- - - ful." - - - -FEMININE WHISPERS - - - Brigham's sealed to another Bride... - - How worn he's gittin'! he's aging dread- - - ful. - - - -THE PROPHET - - - This is a tale so often told, - - The theme of every eventful meeting; - - Yes! you may smile and think it old; - - But yet it's a tale that will bear repeating. - - That's how the City of Light began, - - That's how we founded the saintly nation, - - All by the spade and the arm of man, - - And the aid of a special dispensation. - - "Work" was the word when we begun, - - "Work" is the word now we have plenty. - - - -FEMININE WHISPERS. - - - Heard about Sister Euphemia's son?.. - - Sealing already, though only twenty! - - - -THE PROPHET. - - - I say just now what I used to say, - - Though it moves the heathens to mock and - - laughter, - - From work to prayer is the proper way-- - - Labour first, and Religion after. - - Let a big man, strong in body and limb, - - Come here inquiring about his Maker, - - This is the question I put to him, - - "Can you grow a cabbage, or reap an - - acre?" - - What's the soul but a flower sublime, - - Grown in the earth and upspringing surely! - - - -FEMININE WHISPERS - - - O yes! she's hed a most dreadful time! - - Twins, both thriving, though she's so - - poorly. - - - -THE PROPHET. - - - Beauty, my friends, is the crown of life, - - To the young and foolish seldom granted; - - After a youth of honest strife - - Comes the reward for which you've panted. - - - O blessed sight beyond compare, - - When life with its halo of light is rounded, - - To see a Saint with reverend hair - - Sitting like Solomon love-surrounded! - - One at his feet and one on his knee, - - Others around him, blue-eyed and dreamy! - - - -FEMININE WHISPERS. - - - All very well, but as for me, - - My man had better!--I'd pison him, - - Pheemy! - - - -THE PROPHET - - - There in the gate of Paradise - - The Saint is sitting serene and hoary, - - Tendrils of euros, and blossoms of eyes, - - Festoon him round in his place of glory; - - Little cherubs float thick as bees - - Round about him, and murmur "father!" - - - The sun shines bright and he sits at-ease, - - Fruit all round for his hand to gather. - - Blessed is he and for ever gay, - - Floating to Heaven and adding to it! - - - -FEMININE WHISPERS - - - Thought I should have gone mad that day - - He brought a second; I made him rue it! - - - -THE PROPHET - - - Sisters and Brothers by love made wise. - - Remember, when Satan attempts to quel] - - you, - - If this here Earth isn't Paradise - - You'll never see it, and so I tell you. - - Dig and drain, and harrow and sow, - - God will bless you beyond all measure; - - Labour, and meet with reward below, - - For what is the end of all labour? Plea- - - sure! - - - Labour's the vine, and pleasure's the grape; - - The one delighting, the other bearing. - - - -FEMININE WHISPERS - - - - Higginson's third is losing her shape. - - She hes too many--it's dreadful wearing. - - - -THE PROPHET - - - But I hear some awakening spirit cry, - - "Labour is labour, and all men know it; - - But what is pleasure?" and I reply, - - Grace abounding and Wives to show it! - - Holy is he beyond compare - - Who tills his acres and takes his blessing, - - Who sees around him everywhere - - Sisters soothing and babes caressing. - - And his delight is Heaven's as well, - - For swells he not the ranks of the chosen? - - - -FEMININE WHISPERS. - - - Martha is growing a handsome gel... - - Three at a birth?--that makes the dozen. - - - -THE PROPHET. - - - Learning's a shadow, and books a jest, - - One Book's a Light, but the rest are human. - - The kind of study that I think best - - Is the use of a spade and the love of a - - woman. - - Here and yonder, in heaven and earth, - - By big Salt Lake and by Eden river, - - The finest sight is a man of worth, - - Never tired of increasing his quiver. - - He sits in the light of perfect grace - - With a dozen cradles going together! - - - -FEMININE WHISPERS. - - - The babby's growing black in the face! - - Carry him out--it's the heat of the weather! - - - -THE PROPHET - - - A faithful vine at the door of the Lord, - - A shining flower in the garden of spirits, - - A lute whose strings are of sweet accord, - - Such is the person of saintly merits. - - Sisters and brothers, behold and strive - - Up to the level of his perfection; - - Sow, and harrow, and dig, and thrive, - - Increase according to God's direction. - - This is the Happy Land, no doubt, - - Where each may flourish in his vocation. - - Brother Bantam will now give out - - The hymn of love and of jubilation. - - - - -V--THE FALLING OF THE THUNDERBOLT - - - Deep and wise beyond expression - - Sat the Prophet holding session, - - And his Elders, round him sitting - - With a gravity befitting, - - Never rash and never fiery, - - Chew'd the cud of each inquiry, - - Weigh'd each question and discussed it. - - Sought to settle and adjust it, - - Till, with sudden indication - - Of a gush of inspiration, - - The grave Prophet from their middle - - Gave the answer to their riddle, - - And the lesser lights all holy, - - Round the Lamp revolving slowly, - - Thought, with eyes and lips asunder, - -"_Right_, we reckon, he's a wonder!" - - - Whether Boyes, that blessed brother, - - Should be sealed unto another, - - Having, tho' a Saint most steady, - - Very many wives already? - - Whether it was held improper, - - If a woman drank, to drop her? - - Whether unto Brother Fleming - - Formal praise would be beseeming, - - Since from three or four potatoes - -(Not much bigger than his great toes) - - He'd extracted, to their wonder, - - Four stone six and nothing under? - - Whether Bigg be reprimanded - - For his conduct underhanded. - - - Since he'd packed his prettiest daughter - - To a heathen o'er the water? - - How, now Thompson had departed, - - His poor widows, broken-hearted, - - Should be settled? They were seven, - - Sweet as cherubs up in heaven; - - Three were handsome, young, and pleasant, - - And had offers on at present-- - - Must they take them?.. These and other - - Questions proffer'd by each brother, - - The great Prophet ever gracious, - - Free and easy, and sagacious, - - Answer'd after meditation - - With sublime deliberation; - - And his answers were so clever - - Each one whisper'd, "Well I never!" - - And the lesser lights all holy, - - Round the Prophet turning slowly, - - Raised their reverend heads and hoary, - - Thinking, "To the Prophet, glory! - - - Hallelujah, veneration, - - Reckon that he licks creation!" - - - Suddenly as they sat gleaming, - - On them came an unbeseeming - - Murmur, tumult, and commotion, - - Like the breaking of the ocean; - - And before a word was utter'd, - - In rush'd one with voice that fluttered - - Arms uplifted, face the colour - - Of a bran-new Yankee dollar, - - Like a man whose wits are addled. - - Crying--"_Brother Abe's skedaddled!_" - - - Then those Elders fearful-hearted - - Raised a loud cry and upstarted, - - But the Prophet, never rising, - - Said, "Be calm! this row's surprising!" - - And as each Saint sank unsinew'd - - In his arm-chair he continued: - - - "Goodman Jones, your cheeks are yellow, - - Tell thy tale, and do not bellow! - - What's the reason of your crying-- - - Is our brother _dead!_--or _dying?_" - - - As the Prophet spake, supremely - - Hushing all the strife unseemly, - - Sudden in the room there entered - - Shapes on whom all eyes were centred-- - - Six sad female figures moaning, - - Trembling, weeping, and intoning, - - "We are widows broken-hearted-- - - Abraham Clewson has departed!" - - - While the Saints again upleaping - - Joined their voices to the weeping, - - For a moment the great Prophet - - Trembled, and look'd dark as Tophet. - - But the cloud pass'd over lightly. - - "Cease!" he cried, but sniffled slightly, - - "Cease this murmur and be quiet-- - - Dead men won't awake with riot. - - Tis indeed a loss stupendous-- - - When will Heaven his equal send us? - - Speak, then, of our brother cherish'd, - - Was it _fits_ by which he perish'd? - - Or did Death come even quicker, - - Thro' a bolting horse or kicker?" - - - At the Prophet's question scowling, - - All the Wives stood moaning, howling, - - Crying wildly in a fever, - - "O the villain! the deceiver!" - - But the oldest stepping boldly, - - Curtseying to the Session coldly, - - Cried in voice like cracking thunder, - - "Prophet, don't you make a blunder? - - Abraham Clewson isn't dying-- - - Hasn't died, as you're implying - - No! he's not the man, my brothers, - - To die decently like others! - - Worse! he's from your cause revolted-- - - Run away! ske-daddled! bolted!" - - - Bolted! run away! skedaddled! - - Like to men whose wits are addled, - - Echoed all those Lights so holy, - - Round the Prophet shining slowly - - And the Prophet, undissembling, - - Underneath the blow sat trembling, - - While the perspiration hovered - - On his forehead, and he covered - - With one trembling hand his features - - From the gaze of smaller creatures. - - Then at last the high and gifted - - Cough'd and craved, with hands uplifted, - - Silence. When 'twas given duly, - - "This," said he, "'s a crusher truly! - - - Brother Clewson fall'n from glory! - - I can scarce believe your story, - - O my Saints, each in his station, - - Join in prayer and meditation!" - - - Covering up each eyelid saintly - - With a finger tip, prayed faintly, - - Shining in the church's centre, - - Their great Prophet, Lamp, and Mentor; - - And the lesser Lights all holy, - - Round the Lamp revolving slowly, - - Each upon his seat there sitting, - - With a gravity befitting, - - Bowed their reverend heads and hoary, - - Saying, "To the Prophet glory! - - Hallelujah, veneration! - - Reckon that he licks creation!" - - - Lastly, when the trance was ended. - - And, with face where sorrow blended - - Into pity and compassion, - - Shone the Light in common fashion; - - Forth the Brother stept who brought them - - First the news which had distraught them, - - And, while stood the Widows weeping, - - Gave into the Prophet's keeping - - A seal'd paper, which the latter - - Read, as if 'twere solemn matter-- - - Gravely pursing lips and nodding, - - While they watch'd in dark foreboding, - - Till at last, with voice that quivered, - - He these woeful words delivered:-- - - - "Sisters, calm your hearts unruly, - - Tis an awful business truly; - - Weeping now will save him never, - - He's as good as lost for ever; - - Yes, I say with grief unspoken, - - Jest a pane crack'd, smash'd, and broken - - In the windows of the Temple-- - - Crack'd's the word--so take example! - - Had he left ye one and all here - - On our holy help to call here, - - Fled alone from _every_ fetter, - - I could comprehend it better! - - Flying, not with some strange lady, - - But with her he had already, - - With his own seal'd Wife eloping-- - - It's a case of craze past hoping! - - List, O Saints, each in his station. - - To the idiot's explanation!" - - - Then, while now and then the holy - - Broke the tale of melancholy - - With a grunt contempt expressing, - - And the widows made distressing - - Murmurs of recrimination - - Here and there in the narration, - - The great Prophet in affliction - - Read this awful Valediction! - - - - -VI--LAST EPISTLE OF ST. ABE TO THE POLYGAMISTS. - - - O Brother, Prophet of the Light!--don't let my - - state distress you, - - While from the depths of darkest night I cry, - - "Farewell! God bless you!" - - I don't deserve a parting tear, nor even a male- - - diction, - - Too weak to fill a saintly sphere, I yield to my - - affliction; - - Down like a cataract I shoot into the depths - - below you, - - While you stand wondering and mute, my last - - adieu I throw you; - - Commending to your blessed care my well-be- - - loved spouses, - - My debts (there's plenty and to spare to pay - - them), lands, and houses, - - My sheep, my cattle, farm and fold, yea, all by - - which I've thriven: - - These to be at the auction sold, and to my - - widows given. - - Bless them! to prize them at their worth was - - far beyond my merit, - - Just make them think me in the earth, a poor - - departed spirit. - - I couldn't bear to say good-bye, and see their - - tears up-starting; - - I thought it best to pack and fly without the - - pain of parting! - - O tell Amelia, if she can, by careful educa- - - tion, - - To make her boy grow up a man of strength - - and saintly station! - - Tell Fanny to beware of men, and say I'm still - - her debtor-- - - Tho' she cut sharpish now and then, I think it - - made me better! - - Let Emily still her spirit fill with holy consola- - - tions-- - - Seraphic soul, I hear her still a-reading "Reve- - - lations!" - - Bid Mary now to dry her tears--she's free of her - - chief bother; - - And comfort Sarah--I've my fears she's going to - - be a mother; - - And to Tabitha give for me a tender kiss of - - healing-- - - Guilt wrings my soul--I seem to see that well- - - known face appealing! - - - And now,--before my figure fades for ever from - - your vision, - - Before I mingle with the shades beyond your - - light Elysian, - -_Now_, while your faces all turn pale, and you - - raise eyes and shiver, - - Let me a round unvarnish'd tale (as Shakspere - - says) deliver; - - And let there be a warning text in my most - - shameful story, - - When some poor sheep, perplext and vext, goes - - seeking too much glory. - - O Brigham, think of my poor fate, a scandal to - - beholders, - - And don't again put too much weight before - - you've tried the shoulders! - - - Though I'd the intellectual gift, and knew the - - rights and reasons; - - Though I could trade, and save, and shift, - - according to the seasons; - - Though I was thought a clever man, and was at - - spouting splendid,-- - - Just think how finely I began, and see how all - - has ended! - - In _principle_ unto this hour I'm still a holy - - being-- - - But oh, how poorly is my power proportion'd to - - my seeing! - - You've all the logic on your side, you're right in - - each conclusion, - - And yet how vainly have I tried, with eager - - resolution! - - My will was good, I felt the call, although my - - strength was meagre, - - There wasn't one among you all to serve the - - Lord more eager! - - I never tired in younger days of drawing lambs - - unto me, - - My lot was one to bless and praise, the fire of - - faith thrill'd through me. - - And _you_, believing I was strong, smiled on me - - like a father,-- - - Said, "Blessëd be this man, though young, who - - the sweet lambs doth gather! " - - At first it was a time full blest, and all my - - earthy pleasure - - Was gathering lambs unto my breast to cherish - - and to treasure; - - Ay, one by one, for heaven's sake, my female - - flock I found me, - - Until one day I did awake and heard them - - bleating round me, - - And there was sorrow in their eyes, and mute - - reproach and wonder, - - For they perceived to their surprise their Shep- - - herd was a blunder. - - O Brigham, think of it and weep, my firm and - - saintly Master-- - -_The Pastor trembled at his Sheep, the Sheep despised - - the Pastor!_ - - - O listen to the tale of dread, thou Light that - - shines so brightly-- - - Virtue's a horse that drops down dead if over- - - loaded slightly! - - She's all the _will_, she wants to go, she'd carry - - every tittle; - - But when you see her flag and blow, just ease - - her of a little! - -_One_ wife for me was near enough, _two_ might - - have fixed me neatly, - -_Three_ made me shake, _four_ made me puff, _five_ - - settled me completely,-- - - But when the _sixth_ came, though I still was - - glad and never grumbled, - - I took the staggers, kick'd, went ill, and in the - - traces tumbled! - - - Ah, well may I compare my state unto a beast's - - position-- - - Unfit to bear a saintly weight, I sank and lost - - condition; - - I lack'd the moral nerve and thew, to fill so fine - - a station-- - - Ah, if I'd had a head like you, and your deter- - - mination! - - - - Instead of going in and out, like a superior - - party, - - I was too soft of heart, no doubt, too open, and - - too hearty. - - When I _began_ with each young sheep I was too - - free and loving, - - Not being strong and wise and deep, I set her - -_feelings_ moving; - - And so, instead of noticing the gentle flock in - - common, - - I waken'd up that mighty thing--the Spirit of a - - Woman. - - Each got to think me, don't you see,--so foolish - - was the feeling,-- - - Her own especial property, which all the rest - - were stealing! - - And, since I could not give to each the whole of - - my attention, - - All came to grief, and parts of speech too deli- - - cate to mention! - - - Bless them! they loved me far too much, they - - erred in their devotion, - - I lack'd the proper saintly touch, subduing mere - - emotion: - - The solemn air sent from the skies, so cold, so - - tranquillising, . - - That on the female waters lies, and keeps the - - same from rising, - - But holds them down all smooth and bright, - - and, if some wild wind storms 'em, - - Comes like a cold frost in the night, and into ice - - transforms 'em! - - - And there, between ourselves, I see the diffi- - - culty growing, - - Since most men are as meek as me, too pas- - - sionate and glowing; - - They cannot in _your_ royal way dwell like a - - guest from Heaven - - Within this tenement of clay, which for the Soul - - is given; - - They cannot like a blessed guest come calm and - - strong into it, - - Eating and drinking of its best, and calmly - - gazing thro' it. - - No, every mortal's not a Saint, and truly very - - few are, - - So weak they are, they cannot paint what holy - - men like you are. - - Instead of keeping well apart the Flesh and - - Spirit, brother, - - And making one with cunning art the nigger of - - the other, - - They muddle and confuse the two, they mix and - - twist and mingle, - - So that it takes a cunning view to make out - - either single. - - The Soul gets mingled with the Flesh beyond all - - separation, - - The Body holds it in a mesh of animal sensa- - - tion; - - The poor bewilder'd Being, grown a thing in - - nature double, - - Half light and soul, half flesh and bone, is given - - up to trouble. - - He thinks the instinct of the clay, the glowings - - of the Spirit, - - And when the Spirit has her say, inclines the - - Flesh to hear it. - - The slave of every passing whim, the dupe of - - every devil, - - Inspired by every female limb to love, and light, - - and revel, - - Impulsive, timid, weak, or strong, as Flesh or - - Spirit makes him, - - The lost one wildly moans along till mischief - - overtakes him; - - And when the Soul has fed upon the Flesh till - - life's spring passes, - - Finds strength and health and comfort gone-- - - the way of last year's grasses, - - And the poor Soul is doom'd to bow, in deep - - humiliation, - - Within a place that isn't now a decent habitation. - - - No! keep the Soul and Flesh apart in pious - - resolution, - - Don't let weak flutterings of the heart lead you - - to _my_ confusion! - - But let the Flesh be as the _horse_, the Spirit as - - the _rider_, - - And use the snaffle first of course, and ease her - - up and guide her; - - And if she's going to resist, and won't let none - - go past her, - - Just take the _curb_ and give a twist, and show - - her you're the Master. - - The Flesh is but a temporal thing, and Satan's - - strength is in it, - - Use it, but conquer it, and bring its vice dowN - - every minute! - - - Into a woman's arms don't fall, as if you meant - - to _stay_ there, - -_Just come as if you'd made a call\ and idly found - - your way there_; - - Don't praise her too much to her face, but keep - - her calm and quiet,-- - - Most female illnesses take place thro' far too - - warm a diet; - - Unto her give your fleshly kiss, calm, kind, and - - patronising, - - Then--soar to your own sphere of bliss, before - - her heart gets rising! - - Don't fail to let her see full clear, how in your - - saintly station - - The Flesh is but your nigger here obeying your - - dictation; - - And tho' the Flesh be e'er so warm, your Soul - - the weakness smothers - - Of loving any female form much better than the - - others! - - O Brigham, I can see you smile to hear the - - Devil preaching;-- - - Well, I can praise your perfect style, tho' far - - beyond my reaching. - - Forgive me, if in shame and grief I vex you with - - digression, - - And let me come again in brief to my own dark - - confession. - - - The world of men divided is into _two portions_, - - brother, - - The first are Saints, so high in bliss that they the - - Flesh can smother; - - God meant them from fair flower to flower to - - flutter, smiles bestowing, - - Tasting the sweet, leaving the sour, just hover- - - ing,--and going. - - The second are a different set, just _halves_ of - - perfect spirits, - - Going about in bitter fret, of uncompleted - - merits, - - Till they discover, here or there, their _other half_ - -(or woman), - - Then these two join, and make a Pair, and so - - increase the human. - - The second Souls inferior are, a lower spirit- - - order, - - Born 'neath a less auspicious star, and taken by - - soft sawder;-- - - And if they do not happen here to find their fair - - Affinity, - - They come to grief and doubt and fear, and end - - in asininity; - - And if they try the blessed game of those - - superior to them, - - They're very quickly brought to shame,--their - - passions so undo them. - - In some diviner sphere, perhaps, they'll look and - - grow more holy,-- - - Meantime they're vessels Sorrow taps and grim - - Remorse sucks slowly. - - Now, Brigham, _I_ was made, you see, one of - - those _lower_ creatures, - - Polygamy was not for me, altho' I joined its - - preachers. - - Instead of, with a wary eye, seeking the one - - who waited, - - And sticking to her, wet or dry, because the - - thing was fated, - - I snatch'd the first whose beauty stirred my soul - - with tender feeling! - - And then another! then a third! and so con- - - tinued Sealing! - - And duly, after many a smart, discovered, - - sighing faintly, - - I _hadn't found my missing part, and _wasn't_ - - strong and saintly! - - O they were far too good for me, altho' their - - zeal betrayed them;-- - - Unfortunately, don't you see, heaven for some - - other made them: - - Each would a downright blessing be, and Peace - - would pitch the tent for her, - - If "she" could only find the "he" originally - - meant for her! - - - Well, Brother, after many years of bad domestic - - diet, - - One morning I woke up in tears, still weary and - - unquiet, - - And (speaking figuratively) lo! beside my bed - - stood smiling - -_The Woman_, young and virgin snow, but beckon- - - ing and beguiling. - - I started up, my wild eyes rolled, I knew her, - - and stood sighing, - - My thoughts throng'd up like bees of gold out of - - the smithy flying. - - And as she stood in brightness there, familiar, - - tho' a stranger, - - I looked at her in dumb despair, and trembled - - at the danger. - - But, Brother Brigham, don't you think the - - Devil could so undo me, - - That straight I rushed the cup to drink too late - - extended to me. - - No, for I hesitated long, ev'n when I found she - - loved me, - - And didn't seem to think it wrong when love - - and passion moved me. - - O Brigham, you're a Saint above, and know not - - the sensation - - The ecstasy, the maddening love, the rapturous - - exultation, - - That fills a man of lower race with wonder past - - all speaking, - - When first he finds in one sweet face the Soul he - - has been seeking! - - When two immortal beings glow in the first - - fond revealing, - - And their inferior natures know the luxury of - - feeling! - - But ah, I had already got a quiver-full of bless- - - ing, - - Had blundered, tho' I knew it not, six times - - beyond redressing, - - And surely it was time to stop, tho' still my lot - - was lonely: - - My house was like a cobbler's shop, full, tho' - - with "misfits" only. - - - And so I _should_ have stopt, I swear, the - - wretchedest of creatures, - - Rather than put one mark of care on her - - belovéd features: - - But that it happen'd Sister Anne (ah, now the - - secret's flitted!) - - Was left in this great world of man unto my - - care committed. - - Her father, Jason Jones, was dead, a man whose - - faults were many, - - "O, be a father, Abe," he said, "to my poor - - daughter, Annie!" - - And so I promised, so she came an Orphan to - - this city, - - And set my foolish heart in flame with mingled - - love and pity; - - And as she prettier grew each day, and throve - -'neath my protection, - -_I saw the Saints did cast her way some tokens of - - affection_. - - O, Brigham, pray forgive me now;--envy and - - love combining, - - I hated every saintly brow, benignantly in- - - clining! - - Sneered at their motives, mocked the cause, - - went wild and sorrow-laden, - - And saw Polygamy's vast jaws a-yawning for - - the maiden. - - Why _not_, you say? Ah, yes, why not, from - - your high point of vision; - - But I'm of an inferior lot, beyond the light - - Elysian. - - I tore my hair, whined like a whelp, I loved her - - to distraction, - - I saw the danger, knew the help, yet trembled - - at the action. - - At last I came to you, my friend, and told my - - tender feeling; - - You said, "Your grief shall have an end--this is - - a case for Sealing; - - And since you have deserved so well, and made - - no heinous blunder, - - Why, brother Abraham, _take_ the gel, but mind - - you keep her under." - - Well! then I went to Sister Anne, my inmost - - heart unclothing, - - Told her my feelings like a man, concealing - - next to nothing, - - Explain'd the various characters of those I had - - already, - - The various tricks and freaks and stirs peculiar - - to each lady, - - And, finally, when all was clear, and hope - - seem'd to forsake me, - - "There! it's a wretched chance, my dear--you - - leave me, or you take me." - - Well, Sister Annie look'd at me, _her_ inmost - - heart revealing - -(Women are very weak, you see, inferior, full of - - feeling), - - Then, thro' her tears outshining bright, "I'll - - never never leave you! - - "O Abe," she said, "my love, my light, why - - should I pain or grieve you? - - I do not love the way of life you have so sadly - - chosen, - - I'd rather be a single wife than one in half a - - dozen; - - But now you cannot change your plan, tho' - - health and spirit perish, - - And I shall never see a man but you to love and - - cherish. - - Take me, I'm yours, and O, my dear, don't - - think I miss your merit, - - I'll try to help a little here your true and loving - - spirit." - - "Reflect, my love," I said, "once more," with - - bursting heart, half crying, - - "Two of the girls cut very sore, and most of - - them are trying!" - - And then that' gentle-hearted maid kissed me - - and bent above me, - - "O Abe," she said, "don't be afraid,--I'll try to - - make them _love_ me!" - - - Ah well! I scarcely stopt to ask myself, till all - - was over, - - How precious tough would be her task who - - made those dear souls love her! - - But I was seal'd to Sister Anne, and straight- - - way to my wonder - - A series of events began which showed me all - - my blunder. - - Brother, don't blame the souls who erred thro' - - their excess of feeling-- - - So angrily their hearts were stirred by my last - - act of sealing; - - But in a moment they forgot the quarrels they'd - - been wrapt in, - - And leagued together in one lot, with Tabby for - - the Captain. - - Their little tiffs were laid aside, and all com- - - bined together, - - Preparing for the gentle Bride the blackest sort - - of weather. - - It wasn't _feeling_ made them flout poor Annie in - - that fashion, - - It wasn't love turn'd inside out, it wasn't jealous - - passion, - - It wasn't that they cared for _me_, or any other - - party, - - Their hearts and sentiments were free, their ap- - - petites were hearty. - - But when the pretty smiling face came blossom- - - ing and blooming, - - Like sunshine in a shady place the fam'ly Vault - - illuming, - - It naturally made them grim to see its sunny - - colour, - - While like a row of tapers dim by daylight, they - - grew duller. - - She tried her best to make them kind, she - - coaxed and served them dumbly, - - She watch'd them with a willing mind, deferred - - to them most humbly; - - Tried hard to pick herself a friend, but found her - - arts rejected, - - And fail'd entirely in her end, as one might - - have expected. - - But, Brother, tho' I'm loathe to add one word to - - criminate them, - - I think their conduct was too bad,--it almost - - made me hate them. - - Ah me, the many nagging ways of women are - - amazing, - - Their cleverness solicits praise, their cruelty is - - crazing! - - And Sister Annie hadn't been a single day their - - neighbour, - - Before a baby could have seen her life would be - - a labour. - - But bless her little loving heart, it kept its - - sorrow hidden, - - And if the tears began to start, suppressed the - - same unbidden. - - She tried to smile, and smiled her best, till I - - thought sorrow silly, - - And kept in her own garden nest, and lit it like - - a lily. - - O I should waste your time for days with talk - - like this at present, - - If I described her thousand ways of making - - things look pleasant! - - But, bless you, 'twere as well to try, when - - thunder's at its dire work, - - To clear the air, and light the sky, by penny- - - worths of firework. - - These gentle ways to hide her woe and make - - my life a blessing, - - Just made the after darkness grow more gloomy - - and depressing. - - Taunts, mocks, and jeers, coldness and sneers, - - insult and trouble daily, - - A thousand stabs that brought the tears, all - - these she cover'd gaily; - - But when her fond eyes fell on _me_, the light of - - love to borrow, - - And Sister Anne began to see _I knew_ her secret - - sorrow, - - All of a sudden like a mask the loving cheat - - forsook her, - - And reckon I had all my task, for _illness_ over- - - took her. - - - She took to bed, grew sad and thin, seem'd like - - a spirit flying, - - Smiled thro' her tears when I went in, but when - - I left fell crying; - - And as she languish'd in her bed, as weak and - - wan as water, - - I thought of what her father said, "Take care of - - my dear daughter!" - - Then I look'd round with secret eye upon her - - many Sisters, - - And close at hand I saw them lie, ready for use - ---like blisters; - - They seemed with secret looks of glee, to keep - - their wifely station; - - They set their lips and sneer'd at me, and - - watch'd the situation. - - O Brother, I can scarce express the agony of - - those moments, - -1 fear your perfect saintliness, and dread your - - cutting comments! - - - I prayed, I wept, I moan'd, I cried, I anguish'd - - night and morrow, - - I watch'd and waited, sleepless-eyed, beside - - that bed of sorrow. - - - At last I knew, in those dark days of sorrow - - and disaster, - - Mine wasn't soil where you could raise a Saint - - up, or a Pastor; - - In spite of careful watering, and tilling night - - and morning, - - The weeds of vanity would spring without a - - word of warning. - - I was and ever must subsist, labell'd on every - - feature, - - A wretched poor _Monogamist_, a most inferior - - creature-- - - Just half a soul, and half a mind, a blunder and - - abortion, - - Not finish'd half till I could find the other - - missing portion! - - And gazing on that missing part which I at last - - had found out, - - I murmur'd with a burning heart, scarce strong - - to get the sound out, - - "If from the greedy clutch of Fate I save this - - chief of treasures, - - I will no longer hesitate, but take decided mea- - - sures! - - A poor monogamist like me can _not_ love half a - - dozen, - - Better by far, then, set them free! and take the - - Wife I've chosen! - - Their love for me, of course, is small, a very - - shadowy tittle, - - They will not miss my face at all, or miss it very - - little. - - I can't undo what I have done, by my forlorn - - embraces, - - And call the brightness of the sun again into - - their faces; - - But I _can_ save one spirit true, confiding and - - unthinking, - - From slowly curdling to a shrew or into swine- - - dom sinking." - - These were my bitter words of woe, my fears - - were so distressing, - - Not that I would reflect--O no!--on any living - - blessing. - - - Thus, Brother, I resolved, and when she rose, - - still frail and sighing, - - I kept my word like better men, and bolted,-- - - and I'm flying. - - Into oblivion I haste, and leave the world be- - - hind me, - - Afar unto the starless waste, where not a soul - - shall find me. - - I send my love, and Sister Anne joins cordially, - - agreeing - - I never was the sort of man for your high state - - of being; - - Such as I am, she takes me, though; and after - - years of trying, - - From Eden hand in hand we go, like our first - - parents flying; - - And like the bright sword that did chase the - - first of sires and mothers, - - Shines dear Tabitha's flaming face, surrounded - - by the others: - - Shining it threatens there on high, above the - - gates of heaven, - - And faster at the sight we fly, in naked shame, - - forth-driven. - - Nothing of all my worldly store I take, 'twould - - be improper, - - I go a pilgrim, strong and poor, without a single - - copper. - - Unto my Widows I outreach my property com- - - pletely. - - There's modest competence for each, if it is - - managed neatly. - - That, Brother, is a labour left to your sagacious - - keeping;-- - - Comfort them, comfort the bereft! I'm good as - - dead and sleeping! - - A fallen star, a shooting light, a portent and an - - omen, - - A moment passing on the sight, thereafter seen - - by no men! - - I go, with backward-looking face, and spirit - - rent asunder. - - O may you prosper in your place, for you're a - - shining wonder! - - So strong, so sweet, so mild, so good!--by - - Heaven's dispensation, - - Made Husband to a _multitude_ and Father to a - -_nation!_ - - May all the saintly life ensures increase and - - make you stronger! - - Humbly and penitently yours, - - A. Clewson (_Saint no longer_). - - - - -THK FARM IN THE VALLEY--SUNSET. - - - Still the saintly City stands, - - Wondrous work oF busy hands; - - Still the lonely City thrives, - - Rich in worldly goods and wives, - - And with thrust-out jaw and set - - Teeth, the Yankee threatens yet-- - - Half admiring and half riled, - - Oft by bigger schemes beguiled, - - Turning off his curious stare - - To communities elsewhere. - - Always with unquiet eye - - Watching Utah on the sly. - - Long the City of the Plain - - Left its image on my brain: - - White kiosks and gardens bright - - Rising in a golden light; - - Busy figures everywhere - - Bustling bee-like in the glare; - - And from dovecots in green places, - - Peep'd out weary women's faces, - - Flushing faint to a thin cry - - From the nursery hard by. - - And the City in my thought - - Slept fantastically wrought, - - Till the whole began to seem - - Like a curious Eastern dream, - - Like the pictures strange we scan - - In the tales Arabian: - - Tales of magic art and sleight, - - Cities rising in a night, - - And of women richly clad, - - Dark-eyed, melancholy, sad, - - Ever with a glance uncertain, - - Trembling at the purple curtain, - - Lest behind the black slave stand - - With the bowstring in his hand - - Happy tales, within whose heart - - Founts of weeping eyes upstart, - - Told, to save her pretty head, - - By Scheherazad in bed! - - - All had faded and grown faint, - - Save the figure of the Saint - - Who that memorable night - - Left the Children of the Light, - - Flying o'er the lonely plain - - From his lofty sphere of pain - - Oft his gentle face would flit - - O'er my mind and puzzle it, - - Ever waking up meanwhile - - Something of a merry smile, - - Whose quick light illumined me - - During many a reverie, - - When I puffed my weed alone. - - - Faint and strange the face had grown, - - Tho' for five long years or so - - I had watched it come and go, - - When, on busy thoughts intent, - - I into New England went, - - And one evening, riding slow - - By a River that I know, - - (Gentle stream! I hide thy name, - - Far too modest thou for fame!) - - I beheld the landscape swim - - In the autumn hazes dim, - - And from out the neighbouring dales - - Heard the thumping of the flails. - - - All was hush'd; afar away - - (As a novelist would say) - - - - -SUNSET IN NEW ENGLAND - - - Sank the mighty orb of day, - - Staring with a hazy glow - - On the purple plain below, - - Where (like burning embers shed - - From the sunset's glowing bed, - - Dying out or burning bright, - - Every leaf a blaze of light) - - Ran the maple swamps ablaze; - - Everywhere amid the haze, - - Floating strangely in the air, - - Farms and homesteads gather'd fair; - - And the River rippled slow - - Thro' the marshes green and low, - - Spreading oft as smooth as glass - - As it fringed the meadow grass, - - Making 'mong the misty fields - - Pools like golden gleaming shields. - - - Thus I walked my steed along, - - Humming a low scrap of song, - - Watching with an idle eye - - White clouds in the dreamy sky - - Sailing with me in slow pomp. - - In the bright flush of the swamp, - - While his dogs bark'd in the wood, - - Gun in hand the sportsman stood; - - And beside me, wading deep, - - Stood the angler half asleep, - - Figure black against the gleam - - Of the bright pools of the stream; - - Now and then a wherry brown - - With the current drifted down - - Sunset-ward, and as it went - - Made an oar-splash indolent; - - While with solitary sound, - - Deepening the silence round, - - In a voice of mystery - - Faintly cried the chickadee- - - Suddenly the River's arm - - Rounded, and a lonely Farm - - Stood before me blazing red - - To the bright blaze overhead; - - In the homesteads at its side, - - Cattle lowed and voices cried, - - And from out the shadows dark - - Came a mastiff's measured bark. - - Fair and fat stood the abode - - On the path by which I rode, - - And a mighty orchard, strown - - Still with apple-leaves wind-blown, - - Raised its branches gnarl'd and bare - - Black against the sunset air, - - And with greensward deep and dim, - - Wander'd to the River's brim. - - - Close beside the orchard walk - - Linger'd one in quiet talk - - With a man in workman's gear. - - As my horse's feet drew near, - - The labourer nodded rough "good-day," - - Turned his back and loung'd away. - - Then the first, a plump and fat - - Yeoman in a broad straw hat, - - Stood alone in thought intent, - - Watching while the other went, - - And amid the sunlight red - - Paused, with hand held to his head. - - - In a moment, like a word - - Long forgotten until heard, - - Like a buried sentiment - - Born again to some stray scent, - - Like a sound to which the brain - - Gives familiar refrain, - - Something in the gesture brought - - Things forgotten to my thought; - - Memory, as I watched the sight. - - Flashed from eager light to light - - Remember'd and remember'd not, - - Half familiar, half forgot. - - Stood the figure, till at last, - - Bending eyes on his, I passed, - - Gazed again, as loth to go, - - Drew the rein, stopt short, and so - - Rested, looking back; when he, - - The object of my scrutiny, - - Smiled and nodded, saying, "Yes! - - Stare your fill, young man! I guess - - You'll know me if we meet again!" - - - In a moment all my brain - - Was illumined at the tone, - - All was vivid that had grown - - Faint and dim, and straight I knew; him, - - Holding out my hand unto him, - - Smiled, and called him by his name. - - Wondering, hearing me exclaim. - - Abraham Clewson (for'twas he) - - Came more close and gazed at me, - - As he gazed, a merry grin - - Brighten'd down from eyes to chin: - - In a moment he, too, knew me, - - Reaching out his hand unto me, - - Crying "Track'd, by all that's blue - - Who'd have thought of seeing _you?_ - - Then, in double quicker time - - Than it takes to make the rhyme, - - Abe, with face of welcome bright, - - Made me from my steed alight; - - Call'd a boy, and bade him lead - - The beast away to bed and feed; - - And, with hand upon my arm, - - Led me off into the Farm, - - Where, amid a dwelling-place - - Fresh and bright as her own face, - - With a gleam of shining ware - - For a background everywhere, - - Free as any summer breeze, - - With a bunch of huswife's keys - - At her girdle, sweet and mild - - Sister Annie blush'd and smiled,-- - - While two tiny laughing girls, - - Peeping at me through their curls, - - Hid their sweet shamefacëdness - - In the skirts of Annie's dress. - - -***** - - - That same night the Saint and I - - Sat and talked of times gone by, - - Smoked our pipes and drank our grog - - By the slowly smouldering log, - - While the clock's hand slowly crept - - To midnight, and the household slept - - "Happy?" Abe said with a smile, - - "Yes, in my _inferior_ style, - - Meek and humble, not like them - - In the New Jerusalem." - - Here his hand, as if astray, - - For a moment found its way - - To his forehead, as he said, - - "Reckon they believe I'm dead? - - Ah, that life of sanctity - - Never was the life for me. - - Couldn't stand it wet nor dry, - - Hated to see women cry; - - Couldn't bear to be the cause - - Of tiffs and squalls and endless jaws - - Always felt amid the stir - - Jest a whited sepulchre; - - And I did the best I could - - When I ran away for good. - - Yet, for many a night, you know - - (Annie, too, would tell you so), - - Couldn't sleep a single wink, - - Couldn't eat, and couldn't drink, - - Being kind of conscience-cleft - - For those poor creatures I had left, - - Not till I got news from there, - - And I found their fate was fair, - - Could I set to work, or find - - Any comfort in my mind. - - Well (here Abe smiled quietly), - - Guess they didn't groan for me! - - Fanny and Amelia got - - Sealed to Brigham on the spot; - - Emmy soon consoled herself - - In the arms of Brother Delf; - - And poor Mary one fine day - - Packed her traps and tript away - - Down to Fresco with Fred Bates, - - A young player from the States: - - While Sarah,'twas the wisest plan, - - Pick'd herself a single man-- - - A young joiner fresh come down - - Out of Texas to the town-- - - And he took her with her baby, - - And they're doing well as maybe.'" - - Here the Saint with quiet smile, - - Sipping at his grog the while, - - Paused as if his tale was o'er, - - Held his tongue and said no more. - - "Good," I said, "but have you done? - - You have spoke of all save one-- - - All your Widows, so bereft, - - Are most comfortably left, - - But of one alone you said - - Nothing. Is the lady _dead?" - - Then the good man's features broke - - Into brightness as I spoke, - - And with loud guffaw cried he, - - "What, Tabitha? Dead! Not she. - - All alone and doing splendid-- - - Jest you guess, now, how she's ended! - - Give it up? This very week - - I heard she's at Oneida Creek, - - All alone and doing hearty, - - Down with Brother Noyes's party. - - Tried the Shakers first, they say, - - Tired of them and went away, - - Testing with a deal of bother - - This community and t'other, - - Till she to Oneida flitted, - - And with trouble got admitted. - - Bless you, she's a shining lamp, - - Tho' I used her like a scamp, - - And she's great in exposition - - Of the Free Love folk's condition, - - Vowing, tho' she found it late, - - Tis the only happy state.... - - - "As for me," added the speaker, - - "I'm lower in the scale, and weaker; - - Polygamy's beyond my merits, - - Shakerism wears the spirits, - - And as for Free Love, why you see - - (Here the Saint wink'd wickedly) - - With my whim it might have hung - - Once, when I was spry and young; - - But poor Annie's love alone - - Keeps my mind in proper tone, - - And tho' my spirit mayn't be strong, - - I'm lively--as the day is long." - - - As he spoke with half a yawn, - - Half a smile, I saw the dawn - - Creeping faint into the gloom - - Of the quickly-chilling room. - - On the hearth the wood-log lay, - - With one last expiring ray; - - Draining off his glass of grog, - - Clewson rose and kick'd the log; - - As it crumbled into ashes, - - Watched the last expiring flashes, - - Gave another yawn and said, - - "Well! I guess it's time for bed!" - - -THE END. - - - - - -BIBLIOGRAPHICAL NOTE ON ST. ABE AND HIS SEVEN WIVES. - -St. Abe and his Seven Wives was written in 1870, at a time when all the -Cockney bastions of criticism were swarming with sharp-shooters on -the look-out for "the d------d Scotchman" who had dared to denounce -Logrolling. It was published anonymously, and simultaneously _The Drama -of Kings_ appeared with the author's name. The _Drama_ was torn to -shreds in every newspaper; the Satire, because no one suspected who had -written it, was at once hailed as a masterpiece. Even the _Athenaum_ -cried "all hail" to the illustrious Unknown. The _Pall Mall Gazette_ -avowed in one breath that Robert Buchanan was utterly devoid of dramatic -power, while the author of _St. Abe_ was a man of dramatic genius. The -secret was well kept, and the bewildered Cocknies did not cease braying -their hosannahs even when another anonymous work, _White Rose and -Red_, was issued by the same publisher. _St. Abe_ went through numerous -editions in a very short space of time. - -To one familiar with the process of book-reviewing, and aware of the -curious futility of even honest literary judgments, there is nothing -extraordinary in the facts which I have just stated. Printed cackle -about books will always be about as valuable as spoken cackle about -them, and the history of literature is one long record of the march of -genius through regions of mountainous stupidity. But there were some -points about the treatment of _St. Abe_ which are worth noting, -as illustrating the way in which reviewing "is done" for leading -newspapers. Example. The publisher sent out "early sheets" to the -great dailies, several of which printed eulogistic reviews. The _Daily -Telegraph_, however, was cautious. After receiving the sheets, the -acting or sub-editor sent a message round to the publisher saying that -a cordial review had been written and was in type, but that "the -Chief" wanted to be assured, before committing himself to such an -advertisement, about the authorship of the work. "_Is_ it by _Lowell?_" -queried the jack-in-office; "only inform us in confidence, and the -review shall appear." Mr. Strahan either did not reply, or refused to -answer the question. Result--the cordial review never appeared at all! - -The general impression, however, was that the poem was written by James -Russell Lowell. One or two kind critics suggested Bret Harte, but these -were in a minority. No one suspected for one moment that the work was -written by a Scotchman who, up to that date, had never even visited -America. The _Spectator_ (A Daniel come to judgment!) devoted a long -leading article to proving that humour of this particular kind could -have been produced only in the Far West, while a leading magazine -bewailed the fact that we had no such humourists in England, since "with -Thackeray our last writer of humour left us." - -In America itself, the success of the book was less remarkable, and the -explanation was given to me in a letter from a publisher in the States, -who asserted that public feeling against the Mormons was so fierce and -bitter that even a joke at their expense could not be appreciated. "The -very subject of Mormondom," wrote my friend, "is regarded as indecent, -unsavoury, and offensive." In spite of all, the satire was appreciated, -even in America. - -Already, however, its subject has ceased to be contemporary and become -historical. Mormonism, as I depicted it, is as dead as Slavery, for the -Yankee--as I foreshadowed he would do, in this very book--has put down -Polygamy. Future generations, therefore, may turn to this book as they -will turn to _Uncle Tom's Cabin_, for a record of a system which once -flourished, and which, when all is said and done, did quite as much good -as harm. I confess, indeed, that I am sorry for the Mormons; for I think -that they are more sinned against than sinning. Polygamy is abolished in -America, but a far fouler evil, Prostitution, flourishes, in both public -and private life. The Mormons crushed this evil and obliterated it -altogether, and if they substituted Polygamy, they only did openly and -politically what is done, and must be done, clandestinely, in every -country, under the present conditions of our civilisation. - -The present is the first cheap edition of the book, and the first which -bears the author's name on the title page. It will be followed by a -cheap edition of _White Rose and Red_. I shall be quite prepared to hear -now, on the authority of the newspapers, that the eulogy given to _St. -Abe_ on its first appearance was all a mistake, and that the writer -possesses no humour whatsoever. I was informed, indeed, the other day, -by a critic in the _Daily News_, that most of my aberrations proceeded -from "a fatal want of humour." The critic was reviewing the _Devil's -Case_, and his suggestion was, I presume, that I ought to have perceived -the joke of the Nonconformist Conscience and latterday Christianity. I -thought that I had done so, but it appears that I had not been funny at -all, or not funny enough. But my real misfortune was, that my name was -printed on the title page of the work then under review. - -I cannot conclude this bibliographical note without a word concerning -the remarkable artist who furnished _St. Abe and his Seven Wives_ with -its original frontispiece. The genius of the late A. B. Houghton is -at last receiving some kind of tardy recognition, chiefly through the -efforts of Mr. Pennell, whose criticisms on art have done so much to -free the air of lingering folly and superstition. When I sought out Mr. -Houghton, and persuaded him to put pencil to paper on my behalf, he was -in the midst of his life-long struggle against the powers of darkness. -He died not long afterwards, prematurely worn out with the hopeless -fight. One of the last of the true Bohemians, a man of undoubted -genius, he never learned the trick of wearing fine linen and touting -for popularity; but those who value good work hold him in grateful -remembrance, and I am proud to think that so great a master in black and -white honoured me by associating himself with a book of mine. - -Robert Buchanan. - - - - -ORIGINALLY PREFACED TO SAINT ABE AND HIS SEVEN WIVES. - -TESTIMONIES OF DISTINGUISHED PERSONS. - - -I. From P----------t G------t, U.S. - -Smart. Polygamy is Greek for Secesh. Guess Brigham will have to make -tracks. - -II. From R. W. E------n, Boston, U.S. - -Adequate expression is rare. I had fancied the oracles were dumb, and -had returned with a sigh to the enervating society of my friends in -Boston, when your book reached me. To think of it! In this very epoch, -at this very day, poetry has been secreting itself silently and surely, -and suddenly the whole ocean of human thought is illumined by the -accumulated phosphoresence of a subtle and startling poetic life.. . . -Your work is the story of Polygamy written in colossal cipher the study -of all forthcoming ages. Triflers will call you a caricaturist, empty -solemnities will deem you a jester. Fools! who miss the pathetic -symbolism of Falstaff, and deem the Rabelaisan epos fit food for -mirth.... I read it from first page to last with solemn thoughts too -deep for tears. I class you already with the creators, with Shakespere, -Dante, Whitman, Ellery Channing, and myself. - - -III. From W------t W----------n, Washington, U.S. - -I - - Our own feuillage; - - A leaf from the sweating branches of these States; - - A fallen symbol, I guess, vegetable, living, human; - - A heart-beat from the hairy breast of a man. - -2 - - The Salon contents me not; - - The fine feathers of New England damsels content me not; - - The ways of snobs, the falsettos of the primo tenore, the legs - - of Lydia Thomson's troupe of blondes, content me not; - - Nor tea-drinking, nor the twaddle of Mr. Secretary Harlan, - - nor the loafers of the hotel bar, nor Sham, nor Long- - - fellow's Village Blacksmith. - -3 - - But the Prairies content me; - - And the Red Indian dragging along his squaw by the scruff of - - the neck; - - And the bones of mules and adventurous persons in Bitter - - Creek; - - And the oaths of pioneers, and the ways of the unwashed, - - large, undulating, majestic, virile, strong of scent, all - - these content me. - -4 - - Utah contents me; - - The City by the margin of the great Salt Lake contents me; - - And to have many wives contents me; - - Blessed is he who has a hundred wives, and peoples the - - solitudes of these States. - -5 - - Great is Brigham; - - Great is polygamy, great is monogamy, great is polyandry, - - great is license, great is right, and great is wrong; - - And I say again that wrong is every whit as good as right, and - - not one jot better; - - And I say further there is no such thing as wrong, nor any - - such thing as right, and that neither are accountable, and - - both exist only by allowance. - -6 - - O I am wonderful; - - And the world, and the sea, and joy and sorrow, and sense - - and nonsense, all content me; - - And this book contents me, with its feuillage from the City of - - many wives. - - -IV. From Elder F------k E----------s, of Mt. L------n, U.S. - -An amusing attempt to show that polygamy is a social failure. None can -peruse it without perceiving at once that the author secretly inclines -to the ascetic tenets of Shakerism. - - -V. From Brother T. H. N------s, O----------a C--------k. - -After perusing this subtle study, who can doubt that Free Love is the -natural human condition? The utter selfishness of the wretched -monogamist-hero repels and sickens us; nor can we look with anything but -disgust on the obtusity of the heroine, in whom the author vainly tries -to awaken interest. It is quite clear that the reconstruction of Utah on -O--------a C------k principles would yet save the State from the crash -which is impending. - - -VI. From E---------a F-------n H-------m, of S----------n Island. - -If _Polygamy_ is to continue, then, I say, let _Polyandry_ flourish! -Woman is the sublimer Being, the subtler Type, the more delicate -Mechanism, and, strictly speaking, _needs_ many pendants of the -inferior or masculine Type to fulfil her mission in perfect comfort. Shall -Brigham Young, a mere Man, have sixteen wives; and shall one wretched -piece of humanity content _me_, that supreme Fact, _a perfect Woman_, -highest and truest of beings under God? No; if these things be -tolerated, I claim for each Woman, in the name of Light and Law, twenty -ministering attendants of the lower race; and the day is near when, if -this boon, or any other boon we like to ask, be denied us, it will be -_taken with a strong hand!_ - - -VII. From T------s C--------e, Esq., Chelsea, England. - -The titanic humour of the Conception does not blind me to the radical -falseness of the Teaching, wherein, as I shall show you presently, you -somewhat resemble the miserable Homunculi of our I own literary Wagners; -for, if I rightly conceive, you would tacitly and by inference urge that -it is expressly part of the Divine Thought that the _Ewigweibliche_, or -Woman-Soul, should be _happy_. Now Woman's _mundane_ unhappiness, as I -construe, comes of her inadequacy; it is the stirring within her of -the Infinite against the Finite, a struggle of the spark upward, of the -lower to the higher Symbol. Will Woman's Rights Agitators, and Monogamy, -and Political Tomfoolery, do what Millinery has failed to do, and waken -one Female to the sense of divine Function? It is not _happiness_ I -solicit for the Woman-Soul, but _Identity_; and the prerogative of -Identity is great work, Adequacy, pre-eminent fulfilment of the -Function; woman, in this country of rags and shams, being buried quick -under masses of Sophistication and Upholstery, oblivious of her divine -duty to increase the population and train the young masculine Idea -starward. I do not care if the wives of Deseret are pale, or faint, or -uncultured, or unhappy; it is enough for me to know that they have a -numerous progeny, and believe in Deity or the Divine Essence; and I will -not conclude this letter without recording my conviction that yonder -man, Brigham Young by name, is perhaps the clearest Intellect now -brooding on this planet; that Friedrich was royaller but not greater, -and that Bismarck is no more than his equal; and that he, this American, -few in words, mark you, but great in deeds, has decided a more -stupendous Question than ever puzzled the strength of either of those -others,--the Question of the Sphere and Function in modern life of the -ever-agitating _Feminine Principle_. If, furthermore, as I have ever -held, the test of clearness of intellect and greatness of soul be -_Success_, at any price and under any circumstances, none but a -transcendental Windbag or a pedantic Baccalaureus will doubt my -assertion that Young is a stupendous intellectual, ethical, and -political Force--a Master-Spirit--a Colossal Being, a moral Architect of -sublime cunning--as such to be reverenced by every right-thinking _Man_ -under the Sun. - - -VIII. From J------n R------n, Esq., London. - -I am not generally appreciated in my own country, because I frequently -change my views about religion, art, architecture, poetry, and things in -general. Most of my early writings are twaddle, but my present opinions -are all valuable. I think this poem, with its nervous Saxon Diction, its -subtle humour, its tender pathos and piteousness, the noblest specimen -of narrative verse of modern times; and, indeed, I know not where to -look, out of the pages of Chaucer, for an equally successful blending -of human laughter and ethereal mystery. At the same time, the writer -scarcely does justice to the subject on the aesthetic side. A City where -the streets are broad and clean and well-watered, the houses surrounded -by gardens full of fruit and flowers; where the children, with shining, -clean-washed faces, curtsey to the Philosophers in the public places; -where there are no brothels and no hells; where life runs fresh, -free, and unpolluted,--such a City, I say, can hardly be the symbol of -feminine degradation. More than once, tired of publishing my prophetic -warnings in the _Daily Telegraph_, I have thought of bending my -weary footsteps to the new Jerusalem; and I might have carried out -my intention long ago, if I had had a less profound sense of my own -unfitness for the duties of a Saint. - - -IX. From M--------w A--------d, Esq., England. - -Your poem possesses a certain rough primitive humour, though it appears -to me deficient in the higher graces of _sweetness_ and _light._ St. -Paul would have entirely objected to the monogamical inference drawn in -your epilogue; and the fact that you draw any such inference at all is -to me a distressing proof that your tendency is to the Philistinism of -those authors who write for the British Matron. I fear you have not read -"Merope." - - - - -SOME NOTICES OF THE FIRST EDITION. - - -From the "GRAPHIC." - -"Such vigorous, racy, determined satire has not been met with for many -a long day. It is at once fresh and salt as the sea.... The humour is -exquisite, and as regards literary execution, the work is masterly." - - -From the "PALL MALL GAZETTE." - -"Although in a striking address to Chaucer the author intimates an -expectation that Prudery may turn from his pages, and though his theme -is certainly a delicate one, there is nothing in the book that a modest -man may not read without blinking, and therefore, we suppose, no modest -woman. On the other hand, the whole poem is marked with so much natural -strength, so much of the inborn faculties of literature--(though they -are wielded in a light, easy, trifling way)--that they take possession -of our admiration as of right. The chief characteristics of the book -are mastery of verse, strong and simple diction, delicate, accurate -description of scenery, and that quick and forcible discrimination of -character which belongs to men of dramatic genius. This has the look -of exaggerated praise. We propose, therefore, to give one or two large -samples of the author's quality, leaving our readers to judge from them -whether we are not probably right. If they turn to the book and read it -through, we do not doubt that they will agree with us." - - -From the "ILLUSTRATED REVIEW." - -"The tale, however, is not to be read from reviews.... The variety of -interest, the versatility of fancy, the richness of description with -which the different lays and cantos are replete, will preclude the -possibility of tediousness. To open the book is to read it to the end. -It is like some Greek comedy in its shifting scenes, its vivid pictures, -its rapidly passing 'dramatis personae' and supernumeraries.. .. The -author of 'St. Abe,' who can write like this, may do more if he will, -and even found a new school of realistic and satirical poetry." - - -From the "DAILY NEWS." - -"If the author of a 'Tale of Salt Lake City' be not a new poet, he is -certainly a writer of exceedingly clever and effective verses. They -have the ring of originality, and they indicate ability to produce -something still more remarkable than this very remarkable little -piece. It merits a place among works which every one reads with genuine -satisfaction. It is a piece which subserves one of the chief ends of -poetry, that of telling a tale in an unusually forcible and pleasant -way.... If it be the author's purpose to furnish a new argument against -polygamous Mormons, by showing the ridiculous side of their system, -he has perfectly succeeded. The extracts we have given show the varied, -fluent, and forcible character of his verse. None who read about Saint -Abe and his Seven Wives can fail to be amused and to be gratified alike -by the manner of the verse and the matter of the tale." - - -From the "SCOTSMAN." - -"This book does not need much commendation, but it deserves a great -deal. The author of 'The Biglow Papers' might have written it, but there -are passages which are not unlike Bret Harte; and him we suspect. The -authorship, however, may be left out of notice. Men inquire who has -written a good book, that they may honour him; but if his name never be -heard, the book is none the less prized. In design and construction -this work has high merit. It is a good story and it is good poetry. The -author is a humourist and a satirist, and he has here displayed all his -qualities lavishly." - - -From the "NONCONFORMIST." - -"Amazingly clever.... Besides its pure tone deserves warm recognition. -The humour is never coarse. There is a high delicacy, which is -sufficient to colour and sweeten the whole, as the open spring breeze -holds everything in good savour." - - -From the "SPECTATOR." - -We believe that the new book which has just appeared, 'St. Abe and His -Seven Wives,' will paralyze Mormon resistance far more than any amount -of speeches in Congress or messages from President Grant, by bringing -home to the minds of the millions the ridiculous-diabolic side of the -peculiar institution. The canto called 'The Last Epistle of St. Abe to -the Polygamists,' with its humorous narrative of the way in which the -Saint, sealed to seven wives, fell in love with one, and thenceforward -could not abide the jealousy felt by the other six, will do more to -weaken the last defence of Mormonism--that after all, the women like -it--than a whole ream of narratives about the discontent in Utah. -Thousands on whom narrative and argument would make little or no impression, -will feel how it must be when many wives with burning hearts watch the -husband's growing love for one, when the favourite is sick unto -death, and how 'they set their lips and sneered at me and watched the -situation,' and will understand that the first price paid for polygamy -is the suppression of love, and the second, the slavery of women. The -letter in which the first point is proved is too long for quotation, -and would be spoiled by extracts; but the second could hardly be better -proved than in these humorous lines. - -The descriptions of Saint Abe and his Seven Wives will be relished -by roughs in California as much as by the self-indulgent philosophers -of Boston.... Pope would have been proud, we fancy, of these terrible -lines, uttered by a driver whose _fiancée_ has just been beguiled away -by a Mormon saint. - - -From the "ATHENÆUM." - -"'Saint Abe and his Seven Wives' has a freshness and an originality, -altogether wanting in Mr. Longfellow's new work, 'The Divine Tragedy.' -In quaint and forcible language--language admirably suited to the theme; -the author takes us to the wondrous city of the saints, and describes -its inhabitants in a series of graphic sketches. The hero of the story -is Saint Abe, or Abraham Clewson, and in giving us his history the -author has really given us the inner life of the Mormon settlement. In -his pages we see the origin of the movement, the reasons why it has -increased, the internal weakness of the system, and the effect it -produces on its adherents. We are introduced to the saints, whom we see -among their pastures, in their homes, in their promenades, and in their -synagogue." - - -From the "FREEMAN." - -"A remarkable poem.... The production is anonymous, but whoever the -author may be there can be no question that he is a poet, and one of -vast and varied powers. The inner life of Mormondom is portrayed with a -caustic humour equal to anything in 'The Biglow Papers'; and were it not -for the exquisite elegance of the verse we should think that some parts -of the poem were written by Robert Browning. The hero of the poem is a -Mormon, who fares so badly as a polygamist that he elopes with one of -his seven wives--the one whom he really loves; and the story is a most -effective exposure of the evils which necessarily attach to polygamy." - - -From the "WEEKLY REVIEW." - -"There can be no doubt that it is worthy of the author of 'The Biglow -Papers.' Since that work was published, we have received many humorous -volumes from across the Atlantic, but nothing equal to 'St. Abe.' As -to its form, it shows that Mr. Lowell has been making advances in the -poetic art; and the substance of it is as strong as anything in the -entire range of English satirical literature." - - -From the "BRITISH QUARTERLY REVIEW." - -"The writer has an easy mastery over various kinds of metre, and a -felicity of easy rhyming which is not unworthy of our best writers -of satire..., The prevailing impression of the whole is of that easy -strength which does what it likes with language and rhythm. .... -The style is light and playful, with admirable touches of fine -discrimination and rich humour; but the purpose is earnest. .... The -book is a very clever and a very wholesome one. It is one of those -strong, crushing, dramatic satires, which do more execution than a -thousand arguments." - - -From "TEMPLE BAR." - -"It is said to be by Lowell. Truly, if America has more than one -writer who can write in such a rich vein of satire, humour, pathos, -and wit, as we have here, England must look to her laurels.... This -is poetry of a high order. Would that in England we had humourists who -could write as well. But with Thackeray our last writer of humour left -us." - - -From the "WESTMINSTER REVIEW." - -"'Saint Abe and his Seven Wives' may lay claim to many rare -qualities. The author possesses simplicity and directness. To this he -adds genuine humour and interposes dramatic power. Lastly, he has contrived -to give a local flavour, something of the salt of the Salt Lake to his -characters, which enables us to thoroughly realise them.... We will -not spoil the admirable canto 'Within the Synagogue' by any quotation, -which, however long, cannot possibly do it justice. We will merely say -that this one hit is worth the price of the whole book. In the author we -recognise a true poet, with an entirely original vein of humour." - - -From the "MANCHESTER GUARDIAN." - -"It is thoroughly American, now rising into a true imaginative -intensity, but oftener falling into a satirical vein, dealing plainly -enough with the plague-spots of Salt Lake society and its wily, false -prophets.... Like most men capable of humour, the author has command of -a sweeter and more harmonious manner. Indeed, the beautiful descriptive -and lyrical fragments stand in vivid and reflecting relief to the homely -staple of the poem." - - -From the "TORONTO GLOBE." - -"It is impossible to deny that the praises bestowed on 'St. Abe and -his Seven Wives' as a work of literary power are deserved." - - - - - - - - - -End of Project Gutenberg's Saint Abe snd His Seven Wives, by Robert Buchanan - -*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SAINT ABE SND HIS SEVEN WIVES *** - -***** This file should be named 52459-8.txt or 52459-8.zip ***** -This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: - http://www.gutenberg.org/5/2/4/5/52459/ - -Produced by David Widger from page images generously -provided by the Internet Archive - - -Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions will -be renamed. - -Creating the works from print editions not protected by U.S. copyright -law means that no one owns a United States copyright in these works, -so the Foundation (and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United -States without permission and without paying copyright -royalties. 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If you are not located in the United States, you'll have -to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. - - - -Title: Saint Abe snd His Seven Wives - A Tale of Salt Lake City, With A Bibliographical Note - -Author: Robert Buchanan - -Release Date: June 30, 2016 [EBook #52459] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SAINT ABE SND HIS SEVEN WIVES *** - - - - -Produced by David Widger from page images generously -provided by the Internet Archive - - - - - - -</pre> - - <div style="height: 8em;"> - <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> - </div> - <h1> - SAINT ABE AND HIS SEVEN WIVES - </h1> - <h2> - <i>A Tale of Salt Lake City</i> - </h2> - <h3> - With A Bibliographical Note - </h3> - <h2> - By Robert Buchanan - </h2> - <h3> - <i>First Cheap Edition</i> - </h3> - <h4> - London - </h4> - <h3> - 1896 - </h3> -<div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> - <img src="images/0008.jpg" alt="0008 " width="100%" /><br /> - </div> - <h5> - <a href="images/0008.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> - </h5> - -<div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> - <img src="images/0009.jpg" alt="0009 " width="100%" /><br /> - </div> - <h5> - <a href="images/0009.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> - </h5> - - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <hr /> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <h3> - TO OLD DAN CHAUCER. - </h3> - <p class="indent20"> - Maypole dance and Whitsun ale, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Sports of peasants in the dale, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Harvest mirth and junketting, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Fireside play and kiss-in-ring, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Ancient fun and wit and ease, — - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Gone are one and all of these; - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - All the pleasant pastime planned - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - In the green old Mother-land: - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Gone are these and gone the time - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Of the breezy English rhyme, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Sung to make men glad and wise - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - By great Bards with twinkling eyes: - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Gone the tale and gone the song - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Sound as nut-brown ale and strong, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Freshening the sultry sense - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Out of idle impotence, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Sowing features dull or bright - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - With deep dimples of delight! - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Thro' the Motherland I went - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Seeking these, half indolent: - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Up and down, saw them not: - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Only found them, half forgot. - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Buried in long-darken'd nooks - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - With thy barrels of old books, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Where the light and love and mirth - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Of the morning days of earth - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Sleeps, like light of sunken suns - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Brooding deep in cob-webb'd tuns! - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Everywhere I found instead, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Hanging her dejected head, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Barbing shafts of bitter wit, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - The pale Modern Spirit sit— - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - While her shadow, great as Gog's - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Cast upon the island fogs, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - In the midst of all things dim - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Loom'd, gigantically grim. - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Honest Chaucer, thee I greet - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - In a verse with blithesomefeet. - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - And ino' modern bards may stare, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Crack a passing joke with Care! - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Take a merry song and true - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Fraught with inner meanings too! - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Goodman Dull may croak and scowl:— - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Leave him hooting to the owl! - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Tight-laced Prudery may turn - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Angry back with eyes that burn, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Reading on from page to page - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Scrofulous novels of the age! - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Fools may frown and humbugs rail, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Not for them I tell the Tale; - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Not for them,, but souls like thee. - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Wise old English Jollity! - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - <i>Newport, October, 1872</i> - </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <hr /> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <p> - <b>CONTENTS</b> - </p> - <p class="toc"> - <a href="#link2H_4_0001"> ST. ABE AND HIS SEVEN WIVES </a> - </p> - <p class="toc"> - <a href="#link2H_4_0002"> APPROACHING UTAH.—THE BOSS'S TALE. </a> - </p> - <p class="toc"> - <a href="#link2H_4_0003"> I—PASSING THE HANCHE. </a> - </p> - <p class="toc"> - <a href="#link2H_4_0004"> II—JOE WILSON GOES A-COURTING. </a> - </p> - <p class="toc"> - <a href="#link2H_4_0005"> III—SAINT AND DISCIPLE. </a> - </p> - <p class="toc"> - <a href="#link2H_4_0006"> IV—THE BOOK OF MORMON. </a> - </p> - <p class="toc"> - <a href="#link2H_4_0007"> V—JOE ENDS HIS STORY.—FIRST GLIMPSE - OF UTAH. </a> - </p> - <p class="toc"> - <a href="#link2H_4_0008"> THE CITY OF THE SAINTS. </a> - </p> - <p class="toc"> - <a href="#link2H_4_0009"> AMONG THE PASTURES.—SUMMER EVENING - DIALOGUE. </a> - </p> - <p class="toc"> - <a href="#link2H_4_0010"> WITHIN THE CITY.—SAINT ABE AND THE SEVEN. - </a> - </p> - <p class="toc"> - <a href="#link2H_4_0011"> III—PROMENADE—MAIN STREET, UTAH. - </a> - </p> - <p class="toc"> - <a href="#link2H_4_0012"> WITHIN THE SYNAGOGUE.—SERMONIZETH THE - PROPHET. </a> - </p> - <p class="toc"> - <a href="#link2H_4_0013"> V—THE FALLING OF THE THUNDERBOLT </a> - </p> - <p class="toc"> - <a href="#link2H_4_0014"> VI—LAST EPISTLE OF ST. ABE TO THE - POLYGAMISTS. </a> - </p> - <p class="toc"> - <a href="#link2H_4_0015"> THK FARM IN THE VALLEY—SUNSET. </a> - </p> - <p class="toc"> - <a href="#link2H_4_0016"> SUNSET IN NEW ENGLAND </a> - </p> - <p class="toc"> - <a href="#link2H_4_0017"> BIBLIOGRAPHICAL NOTE ON ST. ABE AND HIS SEVEN - WIVES. </a> - </p> - <p class="toc"> - <a href="#link2H_4_0018"> ORIGINALLY PREFACED TO SAINT ABE AND HIS SEVEN - WIVES. </a> - </p> - <p class="toc"> - <a href="#link2H_4_0019"> SOME NOTICES OF THE FIRST EDITION. </a> - </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <hr /> - <p> - <a name="link2H_4_0001" id="link2H_4_0001"> </a> - </p> - <div style="height: 4em;"> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> - </div> - <h2> - ST. ABE AND HIS SEVEN WIVES - </h2> - <p class="indent15"> - Art thou unto a helpmate bound? - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Then stick to her, my brother! - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - But hast thou laid her in the ground? - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Don't go to seek another! - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Thou hast not sin'd, if thou hast wed, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Like many of our number, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - But thou hast spread a thorny bed, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And there alas! must slumber! - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - St. Paul, Cor. I., 7, 27-28. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - O let thy fount of love be blest - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And let thy wife rejoice, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Contented rest upon her breast - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And listen to her voice; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Yea, be not ravish'd from her side - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Whom thou at first has chosen, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Nor having tried one earthly bride - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Go sighing for a Dozen! - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Sol. Prov. V., 18-20. - </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <hr /> - <p> - <a name="link2H_4_0002" id="link2H_4_0002"> </a> - </p> - <div style="height: 4em;"> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> - </div> - <h2> - APPROACHING UTAH.—THE BOSS'S TALE. - </h2> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <hr /> - <p> - <a name="link2H_4_0003" id="link2H_4_0003"> </a> - </p> - <div style="height: 4em;"> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> - </div> - <h2> - I—PASSING THE HANCHE. - </h2> - <p class="indent15"> - "Grrr!" shrieked the boss, with teeth clench'd - </p> - <p class="indent30"> - tight, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Just as the lone ranche hove in sight, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And with a face of ghastly hue - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - He flogg'd the horses till they flew, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - As if the devil were at their back, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Along the wild and stony track. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - From side to side the waggon swung, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - While to the quaking seat I clung. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Dogs bark'd; on each side of the pass - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - The cattle grazing on the grass - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Raised heads and stared; and with a cry - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Out the men rush'd as we roll'd by. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - "Grrr!" shriek'd the boss; and o'er and o'er - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - He flogg'd the foaming steeds and swore; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Harder and harder grew his face - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - As by the rançhe we swept apace, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And faced the hill, and past the pond, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And gallop'd up the height beyond, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Nor tighten'd rein till field and farm - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Were hidden by the mountain's arm - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - A mile behind; when, hot and spent, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - The horses paused on the ascent, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And mopping from his brow the sweat. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - The boy glanced round with teeth still set, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And panting, with his eyes on me, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Smil'd with a look of savage glee. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Joe Wilson is the boss's name, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - A Western boy well known to fame. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - He goes about the dangerous land - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - His life for ever in his hand; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Has lost three fingers in a fray, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Has scalp'd his Indian too they say; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Between the white man and the red - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Four times he hath been left for dead; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Can drink, and swear, and laugh, and brawl, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And keeps his big heart thro' it all - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Tender for babes and women. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent30"> - He - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Turned, smiled, and nodded savagely; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Then, with a dark look in his eyes - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - In answer to my dumb surprise, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Pointed with jerk of the whip's heft - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Back to the place that we had left, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And cried aloud, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - "I guess you think - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - I'm mad, or vicious, or in drink. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - But theer you're wrong. I never pass - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - The ranche down theer and bit of grass, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - I never pass 'em, night nor day, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - But the fit takes me jest that way! - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - The hosses know as well as me - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - What's coming, miles afore we see - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - The dem'd old corner of a place, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And they git ready for the race! - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Lord! if I <i>didn't</i> lash and sweer, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And ease my rage out passing theer, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Guess I should go clean mad, that's all. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And thet's the reason why I call - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - This turn of road where I am took - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Jest Old Nick's Gallop!" - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent30"> - Then his look - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Grew more subdued yet darker still; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And as the horses up the hill - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - With loosen'd rein toil'd slowly, he - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Went on in half soliloquy, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Indifferent almost if I heard, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And grimly grinding out each word. - </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <hr /> - <p> - <a name="link2H_4_0004" id="link2H_4_0004"> </a> - </p> - <div style="height: 4em;"> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> - </div> - <h2> - II—JOE WILSON GOES A-COURTING. - </h2> - <p class="indent15"> - "There was a time, and no mistake, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - When thet same ranche down in the brake - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Was pleasanter a heap to me - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Than any sight on land or sea. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - The hosses knew it like their master, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Smelt it miles orf, and spank'd the faster! - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Ay, bent to reach thet very spot, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Flew till they halted steaming hot - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Sharp opposite the door, among - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - The chicks and children old and young; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And down I'd jump, and all the go - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Was 'Fortune, boss!' and 'Welcome, Joe!' - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And Cissy with her shining face, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Tho' she was missus of the place, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Stood larfing, hands upon her hips; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And when upon her rosy lips - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - I put my mouth and gave her one, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - She'd cuff me, and enjy the fun! - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - She was a widow young and tight, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Her chap had died in a free fight, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And here she lived, and round her had - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Two chicks, three brothers, and her dad, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - All making money fast as hay, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And doing better every day. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Waal! guess tho' I was peart and swift, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Spooning was never much my gift; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - But Cissy was a gal so sweet, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - So fresh, so spicy, and so neat, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - It put your wits all out o' place, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Only to star' into her face. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Skin whiter than a new-laid egg, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Lips full of juice, and sech a leg! - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - A smell about her, morn and e'en, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Like fresh-bleach'd linen on a green; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And from her hand when she took mine, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - The warmth ran up like sherry wine; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And if in liquor I made free - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - To pull her larfing on my knee, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Why, there she'd sit, and feel so nice, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Her heer all scent, her breath all spice! - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - See! women hate, both young and old, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - A chap that's over shy and cold, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And fire of all sorts kitches quick, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And Cissy seem'd to feel full slick - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - The same fond feelings, and at last - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Grew kinder every time I passed; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And all her face, from eyes to chin, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Said *'Bravo, Joe! You're safe to win!' - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And tho' we didn't fix, d'ye see, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - In downright <i>words</i> that it should be, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Ciss and her fam'ly understood - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - That she and me would jine for good. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Guess I was like a thirsty hoss - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Dead beat for days, who comes across - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - A fresh clear beck, and on the brink - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Scoops out his shaky hand to drink; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Or like a gal or boy of three, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - With eyes upon a pippin-tree; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Or like some Injin cuss who sees - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - A bottle of rum among the trees, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And by the bit of smouldering log, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Where squatters camp'd and took their grog - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - The night afore. Waal!" (here he ground - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - His teeth again with savage sound) - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - "Waal, stranger, fancy, jest for fun, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - The feelings of the thirsty one, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - If, jest as he scoop'd out his hand, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - The water turn'd to dust and sand! - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Or fancy how the lad would scream - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - To see thet fruit-tree jest a dream! - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Or guess how thet poor Injin cuss, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Would dance and swear, and screech and fuss, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - If when he'd drawn the cork and tried - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - To get a gulp of rum inside, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - 'Twarn't anything in thet theer style, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - But physic stuff or stinking ile! - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Ah! you've a notion now, I guess, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Of how all ended in a mess, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And how when I was putting in - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - My biggest card and thought to win, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - The Old One taught her how to cheat, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And yer I found myself, clean beat!" - </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <hr /> - <p> - <a name="link2H_4_0005" id="link2H_4_0005"> </a> - </p> - <div style="height: 4em;"> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> - </div> - <h2> - III—SAINT AND DISCIPLE. - </h2> - <p class="indent15"> - Joe Wilson paused, and gazed straight down, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - With gritting teeth and bitter frown, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And not till I entreated him - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Did he continue,—fierce and grim, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - With knitted brow and teeth clench'd tight. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - "Along this way one summer night, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Jest as I meant to take the prize, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Passed an <i>Apostle</i>—dern his eyes! - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - On his old pony, gravel-eyed, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - His legs a-dangling down each side, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - With twinkling eyes and wheedling smile, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Grinning beneath his broad-brimm'd tile, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - With heer all scent and shaven face. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - He came a-trotting to the place. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - My luck was bad, I wasn't near, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - But busy many a mile from yer; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And what I tell was told to me - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - By them as were at hand to see. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - 'Twam't every day, I reckon, they - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Saw an Apostle pass their way! - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And Cissy, being kind o' soft, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And empty in the upper loft, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Was full of downright joy and pride - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - To hev thet saint at her fireside— - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - One of the seventy they call - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - The holiest holy—dern 'em all! - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - O he was 'cute and no mistake, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Deep as Salt Lake, and wide awake! - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Theer at the ranche three days he stayed, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And well he knew his lying trade. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - 'Twarn't long afore he heard full free - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - About her larks and thet with me, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And how 'twas quite the fam'ly plan - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - To hev me for her second man. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - At fust thet old Apostle said - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Little, but only shook his head; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - But you may bet he'd no intent - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - To let things go as things had went. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Three nights he stayed, and every night - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - He squeezed her hand a bit more tight; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And every night he didn't miss - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - To give a loving kiss to Ciss; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And tho' his fust was on her brow, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - He ended with her mouth, somehow. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - O, but he was a knowing one, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - The Apostle Hiram Higginson! - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Grey as a badger's was his heer, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - His age was over sixty year - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - (Her grandfather was little older), - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - So short, his head just touch'd her shoulder; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - His face all grease, his voice all puff, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - His eyes two currants stuck in duff;— - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Call thet a man!—then look at <i>me!</i> - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Thretty year old and six foot three, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Afear'd o' nothing morn nor night, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - The man don't walk I wouldn't fight! - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Women is women! Thet's their style— - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Talk <i>reason</i> to them and they'll bile; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - But baste'em soft as any pigeon, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - With lies and rubbish and religion; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Don't talk of flesh and blood and feeling, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - But Holy Ghost and blessed healing; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Don't name things in too plain a way. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Look a heap warmer than you say, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Make'em believe they're serving true - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - The Holy Spirit and not you, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Prove all the world but you's damnation, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And call your kisses jest salvation; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Do this, and press'em on the sly, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - You're safe to win'em. Jest you try! - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - "Fust thing I heerd of all this game, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - One night when to the ranche I came, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Jump'd down, ran in, saw Cissy theer, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And thought her kind o' cool and queer; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - For when I caught her with a kiss, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Twarn't that she took the thing amiss, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - But kept stone cool and gev a sigh, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And wiped her mouth upon the sly - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - On her white milkin'-apron. 'Waal,' - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Says I, 'you're out o' sorts, my gel!' - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And with a squeamish smile for me, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Like folks hev when they're sick at sea, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Says she, 'O, Joseph, ere too late, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - I am awaken'd to my state— - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - How pleasant and how sweet it is - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - To be in sech a state of bliss!' - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - I stared and gaped, and turned to Jim - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Her brother, and cried out to him, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - 'Hullo, mate, what's the matter here? - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - What's come to Cissy? Is she <i>queer?</i>' - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Jim gev a grin and answered 'Yes, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - A trifle out o' sorts, I guess.' - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - But Cissy here spoke up and said, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - 'It ain't my stomach, nor my head, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - It ain't my flesh, it ain't my skin, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - It's holy <i>spirits</i> here within!' - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - 'Waal,' says I, meanin' to be kind, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - 'I must be off, for I'm behind; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - But next time that I pass this way - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - We'll fix ourselves without delay. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - I know what your complaint is, Ciss, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - I've seen the same in many a miss, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Keep up your spirits, thet's your plan. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - You're lonely here without a man, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And you shall hev as good a one - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - As e'er druv hoss beneath the sun!' - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - At that I buss'd her with a smack. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Turn'd out, jump'd up, and took the track, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And larfing druv along the pass. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - "Theer! Guess I was as green as grass!" - </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <hr /> - <p> - <a name="link2H_4_0006" id="link2H_4_0006"> </a> - </p> - <div style="height: 4em;"> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> - </div> - <h2> - IV—THE BOOK OF MORMON. - </h2> - <p class="indent15"> - "'Twas jest a week after thet day - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - When down I druv again this way. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - My heart was light; and 'neath the box - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - I'd got a shawl and two fine frocks - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - For Cissy. On in spanking style - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - The hosses went mile arter mile; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - The sun was blazing golden bright, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - The sunflowers burning in the light, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - The cattle in the golden gleer - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Wading for coolness everywheer - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Among the shinin' ponds, with flies - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - As thick as pepper round their eyes - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And on their heads. See! as I went - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Whistling like mad and waal content, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Altho' 'twas broad bright day all round, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - A cock crow'd, and I thought the sound - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Seem'd pleasant. Twice or thrice he - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - crow'd,' - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And then up to the ranche I rode. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Since then I've often heerd folk say - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - When a cock crows in open day - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - It's a <i>bad sign</i>, announcin' clear - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Black luck or death to those thet hear. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - "When I drew up, all things were still. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - I saw the boys far up the hill - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Tossin' the hay; but at the door - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - No Cissy stood as oft afore. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - No, not a soul there, left nor right, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Her very chicks were out o' sight. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - So down I jump'd, and 'Ciss!' I cried, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - But not a sign of her outside. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - With thet into the house I ran, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - But found no sight of gel or man— - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - All empty. Thinks I, 'this is queer!'— - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Look'd in the dairy—no one theer; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Then loiter'd round the kitchen' track - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Into the orchard at the back: - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Under the fruit-trees' shade I pass'd,... - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Thro' the green bushes,... and at last - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Found, as the furthest path I trode, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - The gel I wanted. Ye... s! by——! - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - The gel I wanted—ay, I found - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - More than I wanted, you'll be bound! - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Theer, seated on a wooden cheer, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - With bows and ribbons in her heer, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Her hat a-swinging on a twig - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Close by, sat Ciss in her best rig, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And at her feet that knowing one, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - The Apostle Hiram Higginson! - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - They were too keen to notice me, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - So I held back behind a tree - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And watch'd'em. Never night nor day - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Did I see Cissy look so gay, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Her eyes all sparkling blue and bright, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Her face all sanctified delight. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - She hed her gown tuck'd up to show - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Embrider'd petticoat below, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And jest a glimpse, below the white, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Of dainty leg in stocking tight - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - With crimson clocks; and on her knee - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - She held an open book, which he, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Thet dem'd Apostle at her feet, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - With her low milking stool for seat, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Was reading out all clear and pat, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Keeping the place with finger fat; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Creeping more close to book and letter - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - To feel the warmth of his text better, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - His crimson face like a cock's head - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - With his emotion as he read, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And now and then his eyes he'd close - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Jest like a cock does when he crows! - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Above the heads of thet strange two - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - The shade was deep, the sky was blue, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - The place was full of warmth and smell, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - All round the fruit and fruit-leaves fell, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And that Saint's voice, when all was - </p> - <p class="indent30"> - still, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Was like the groanin' of a mill. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - "At last he stops for lack of wind, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And smiled with sarcy double-chinn'd - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Fat face at Cissy, while she cried, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Rocking herself from side to side, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - 'O Bishop, them are words of bliss!' - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And then he gev a long fat kiss - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - On her warm hand, and edged his stool - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Still closer. Could a man keep cool - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And see it? Trembling thro' and thro' - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - I walked right up to thet theer two, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And caught the dem'd old lump of duff - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Jest by the breeches and the scruff. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And chuck'd him off, and with one kick - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Sent his stool arter him right slick— - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - While Cissy scream'd with frighten'd face, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - 'Spare him! O spare that man of grace!' - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - "'Spare him!' I cried, and gev a shout, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - 'What's this yer shine you air about— - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - What cuss is this that I jest see - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - With that big book upon your knee, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Cuddling up close and making sham - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - To read a heap of holy flam?' - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Then Cissy clasp'd her hands, and said, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - While that dem'd Saint sat fierce and - </p> - <p class="indent30"> - red, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Mopping his brow with a black frown, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And squatting where I chuck'd him down, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - 'Joe Wilson, stay your hand so bold, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Come not a wolf into the fold; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Forbear to touch that holy one— - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - The Apostle Hiram Higginson.' - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - 'Touch him,' said I, 'for half a pin - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - I'd flay and quarter him and skin! - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Waal may he look so white and skeer'd - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - For of his doings I have heerd; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Five wives he hev already done, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And him—not half the man for one!' - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And then I stoop'd and took a peep - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - At what they'd studied at so deep, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And read, for I can read a bit, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - 'The Book of Mormon '—what was writ - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - By the first Saint of all the lot, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Mad Joseph, him the Yankees shot. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - 'What's the contents of this yer book?' - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Says I, and fixed her with a look. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - O Joe,' she answered, 'read aright, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - It is a book of blessed light— - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Thet holy man expounds it clear \ - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Edification great is theer!' - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Then, for my blood was up, I took - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - One kick at thet infernal book, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And tho' the Apostle guv a cry, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Into the well I made it fly, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And turning to the Apostle cried, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Tho' thet theer Scriptur' is your guide, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - You'd best depart without delay, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Afore you sink in the same way! - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And sure as fate you'll wet your skin - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - If you come courting yer agin!' - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - "At first he stared and puff'd and blew,— - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Git out!' I cried, and off he flew, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And not till he was out o' reach - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Shook his fat fist and found his speech. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - I turned to Cissy. 'Cicely Dunn,' - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Ses I, 'is this a bit of fun - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Or eernest?' Reckon 'twas a sight - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - To see the way she stood upright, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Rolled her blue eyes up, tried to speak, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Made fust a giggle, then a squeak, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And said half crying, 'I despise - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Your wicked calumnies and lies, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And what you would insinuate - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Won't move me from my blessed state. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Now I perceive in time, thank hiven, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - You are a man to anger given, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Jealous and vi'lent. Go away! - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And when you recollect this day, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And those bad words you've said to me, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Blush if you kin. Tehee! tehee!' - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And then she sobbed, and in her cheer - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Fell crying: so I felt quite queer, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And stood like a dern'd fool, and star'd - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Watchin' the pump a going hard; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And then at last, I couldn't stand - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - The sight no more, but slipt my hand - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Sharp into hers, and said quite kind, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Say no more, Cissy—never mind; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - I know how queer you women's ways is— - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Let the Apostle go to blazes!' - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Now thet was plain and fair. With this - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - I would have put my arm round Ciss. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - But Lord! you should have seen her face, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - When I attempted to embrace; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Sprang to her feet and gev a cry, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Her back up like a cat's, her eye - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - All blazing, and cried fierce and clear, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - You villain, touch me if you deer!' - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And jest then in the distance, fur - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - From danger, a voice echoed her,— - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - The dem'd Apostle's, from some place - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Where he had hid his ugly face,— - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Crying out faint and thick and clear, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Yes, villain, touch her if you deer!' - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - So riled I was, to be so beat, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - I could have Struck her to my feet - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - I didn't tho', tho' sore beset— - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - I never struck a woman yet. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - "But off I walked right up the pass, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And found the men among the grass, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And when I came in sight said flat, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - What's this yer game Cissy is at? - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - She's thrown me off, and taken pity - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - On an Apostle from the City. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Five wives already, too, has he— - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Poor cussed things as e'er I see— - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Does she mean <i>mischief</i> or a <i>lark?</i>' - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Waal, all the men at thet look'd dark, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And scratch'd their heads and seem'd in - </p> - <p class="indent30"> - doubt. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - At last her brother Jim spoke out— - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Joe, don't blame <i>us</i>—by George, it's true, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - We're chawed by this as much as you; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - We've done our best and tried and tried, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - But Ciss is off her head with pride, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And all her thoughts, both night and day, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Are with the Apostles fur away. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - "O that I were in bliss with them - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Theer in the new Jerusalem!" - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - She says; and when we laugh and sneer, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Ses we're jest raging wolves down here. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - She's a bit dull at home d'ye see, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Allays liked heaps of company, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And now the foolish critter paints - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - A life of larks among the Saints. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - We've done our best, don't hev a doubt, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - To keep the old Apostle out: - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - We've trained the dogs to seize and bite him, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - We've got up ghosts at night to fright him, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Doctor'd his hoss and so upset him, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Put tickle-grass in bed to fret him, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Jalap'd his beer and snuffed his tea too, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Gunpowder in his pipe put free too; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - A dozen times we've well-nigh kill'd him, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - We've skeer'd him, shaken him, and spiff'd - </p> - <p class="indent30"> - him; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - In fact, done all we deer,' said Jim, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Against a powerful man like him; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - But all in vain we've hed our sport; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Jest like a cat that <i>can't</i> be hurt, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - With nine good lives if he hev one. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Is this same Hiram Higginson!'" - </p> - <p> - <br /> <br /><br /> - </p> - <hr /> - <p> - <a name="link2H_4_0007" id="link2H_4_0007"> </a> - </p> - <div style="height: 4em;"> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> - </div> - <h2> - V—JOE ENDS HIS STORY.—FIRST GLIMPSE OF UTAH. - </h2> - <p class="indent15"> - Joe paused, for down the mountain's brow - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - His hastening horses trotted now. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Into a canyon green and light, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Thro' which a beck was sparkling light, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Quickly we wound. Joe Wilson lit - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - His cutty pipe, and suck'd at it - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - In silence grim; and when it drew, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Puff after puff of smoke he blew, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - With blank eye fixed on vacancy. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - At last he turned again to me, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And spoke with bitter indignation - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - The epilogue of his narration. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - "Waal, stranger, guess my story's told, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - The Apostle beat and I was bowl'd. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Reckon I might have won if I - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Had allays been at hand to <i>try</i>; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - But I was busy out of sight, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And he was theer, morn, noon, and night, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Playing his cards, and waal it weer - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - For him I never caught him theer. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - To cut the story short, I guess - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - He got the Prophet to say 'yes,' - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And Cissy without much ado - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Gev her consent to hev him too; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And one fine morning off they druv - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - To what he called the Abode of Love— - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - A dem'd old place, it seems to me, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Jest like a dove-box on a tree, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Where every lonesome woman-soul - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Sits shivering in her own hole, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And on the outside, free to choose, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - The old cock-pigeon struts and coos. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - I've heard from many a one that Ciss - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Has found her blunder out by this, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And she'd prefer for company - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - A brisk young chap, tho' poor, like me, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Than the sixth part of him she's won— - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - The holy Hiram Iligginson. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - I've got a peep at her since then, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - When she's crawl'd out of thet theer den, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - But she's so pale and thin and tame - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - I shouldn't know her for the same, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - No flesh to pinch upon her cheek, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Her legs gone thin, no voice to speak, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Dabby and crush'd, and sad and flabby, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Sucking a wretched squeaking baby; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And all the fun and all the light - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Gone from her face, and left it white. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Her cheek 'll take 'feeble flush, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - But hesn't blood enough to blush; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Tries to seem modest, peart and sly, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And brighten up if I go by, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - But from the corner of her eyes - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Peeps at me quietly, and sighs. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Reckon her luck has been a stinger! - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - She'd bolt if I held up my finger; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - But tho' I'm rough, and wild, and free, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Take a <i>Saint's</i> leavings—no not me! - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - You've heerd of Vampires—them that rise - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - At dead o' night with flaming eyes, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And into women's beds'll creep - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - To suck their blood when they're asleep. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - I guess these Saints are jest the same, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Sucking the life out is their game; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And tho' it ain't in the broad sun - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Or in the open streets it's done, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - There ain't a woman they clap eyes on - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Their teeth don't touch, their touch don't pison; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Thet's their dem'd way in this yer spot— - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Grrr! git along, hoss! dem you, trot!" - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - From pool to pool the wild beck sped - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Beside us, dwindled to a thread. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - With mellow verdure fringed around - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - It sang along with summer sound: - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Here gliding into a green glade; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Here darting from a nest of shade - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - With sudden sparkle and quick cry, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - As glad again to meet the sky; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Here whirling off with eager will - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And quickening tread to turn a mill; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Then stealing from the busy place - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - With duskier depths and wearier pace - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - In the blue void above the beck - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Sailed with us, dwindled to a speck, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - The hen-hawk; and from pools below - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - The blue-wing'd heron oft rose slow, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And upward pass'd with measured beat - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Of wing to seek some new retreat. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Blue was the heaven and darkly bright, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Suffused with throbbing golden light, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And in the burning Indian ray - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - A million insects hummed at play. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Soon, by the margin of the stream, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - We passed a driver with his team - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Bound for the City; then a hound - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Afar off made a dreamy sound; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And suddenly the sultry track - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Left the green canyon at our back, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And sweeping round a curve, behold! - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - We came into the yellow gold - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Of perfect sunlight on the plain; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And Joe, abruptly drawing rein, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Said quick and sharp, shading his eyes - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - With sunburnt hand, "See, theer it - </p> - <p class="indent30"> - lies— - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Theer's <i>Sodom!</i>" - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - And even as he cried, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - The mighty Valley we espied, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Burning below us in one ray - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Of liquid light that summer day; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And far away, 'mid peaceful gleams - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Of flocks and herds and glistering streams, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Rose, fair as aught that fancy paints, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - The wondrous City of the Saints! - </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <hr /> - <p> - <a name="link2H_4_0008" id="link2H_4_0008"> </a> - </p> - <div style="height: 4em;"> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> - </div> - <h2> - THE CITY OF THE SAINTS. - </h2> - <p class="indent10"> - <i>O Saints that shine around the heavenly Seat! </i> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - What heaven is this that opens at my feet? - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - What flocks are these that thro' the golden gleam - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Stray on by freckled fields and shining stream? - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - What glittering roofs and white kiosks are these, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Up-peeping from the shade of emerald trees? - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Whose City is this that rises on the sight - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Fair and fantastic as a city of light - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Seen in the sunset? What is yonder sea - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Opening beyond the City cool and free. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Large, deep, and luminous, looming thro' the heat. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And lying at the darkly shadowed feet - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Of the Sierrasy which with jagged line - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Burning to amber in the light divine, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Close in the Valley of the happy land, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - With heights as barren as a dead man's hand? - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - <i>O pilgrim, halt! O wandering heart, give praise </i> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Behold the City of these Latter Days! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Here may'st thou leave thy load and be forgiven, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And in anticipation taste of Heaven! - </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <hr /> - <p> - <a name="link2H_4_0009" id="link2H_4_0009"> </a> - </p> - <div style="height: 4em;"> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> - </div> - <h2> - AMONG THE PASTURES.—SUMMER EVENING DIALOGUE. - </h2> - <h3> - BISHOP PETE, BISHOP JOSS, STRANGER. - </h3> - <h3> - BISHOP PETE. - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - Ah, things down here, as you observe, are getting - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - more pernicious, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And Brigham's losing all his nerve, altho' the - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - fix is vicious. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Jest as we've rear'd a prosperous place and fill'd - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - our holy quivers, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The Yankee comes with dern'd long face to give - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - us all the shivers! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And on his jaws a wicked grin prognosticates - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - disaster, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And, jest as sure as sin is sin, he means to be - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - the master. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - "Pack up your traps," I hear him cry, "for here - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - there's no remainin'," - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And winks with his malicious eye, and progues - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - us out of Canaan. - </p> - <h3> - BISHOP JOSS. - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - It ain't the Yankee that <i>I</i> fear, the neighbour - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - nor the stranger— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - No, no, it's closer home, it's <i>here</i>, that I perceive - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - the danger. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The wheels of State has gather'd rust, the helm - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - wants hands to guide it, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Tain't from without the tiler'll bust, but 'cause - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - of steam inside it; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Yet if we went falootin' less, and made less - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - noise and flurry, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - It isn't Jonathan, I guess, would hurt us in a - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - hurry. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - But there's sedition east and west, and secret - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - revolution, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - There's canker in the social breast, rot in the - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - constitution; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And over half of us, at least, are plunged in mad - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - vexation, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Forgetting how our race increased, our very - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - creed's foundation. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - What's our religion's strength and force, its - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - substance, and its story? - </p> - <h3> - STRANGER. - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - Polygamy, my friend, of course! the law of love - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - and glory! - </p> - <h3> - BISHOP PETE. - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - Stranger, I'm with you there, indeed:—it's been - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - the best of nusses; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Polygamy is to our creed what meat and drink - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - to <i>us</i> is. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Destroy that notion any day, and all the rest is - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - brittle, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And Mormondom dies clean away like one in - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - want of vittle. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - It's meat and drink, it's life, it's power! to - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - heaven its breath doth win us! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - It warms our vitals every hour! it's Holy Ghost - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - within us! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Jest lay that notion on the shelf, and all life's - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - springs are frozen! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - I've half-a-dozen wives myself, and wish I had a - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - dozen! - </p> - <h3> - BISHOP JOSS. - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - If all the Elders of the State like you were sound - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - and holy, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - P. Shufflebotham, guess our fate were far less - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - melancholy. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - You air a man of blessed toil, far-shining and - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - discerning, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - A heavenly lamp well trimm'd with oil, upon the - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - altar burning. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And yet for every one of us with equal resolu- - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - tion, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - There's twenty samples of the Cuss, as mean as - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Brother Clewson. - </p> - <h3> - STRANGER. - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - St. Abe? - </p> - <h3> - BISHOP JOSS. - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - Yes, <i>him</i>—the snivelling sneak—his very <i>name</i> - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - provokes me,— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Altho' my temper's milky-meek, he sours me - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - and he chokes me. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - To see him going up and down with those meek - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - lips asunder, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Jest like a man about to drown, with lead to sink - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - him under, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - His grey hair on his shoulders shed, one leg than - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - t'other shorter, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - No end of cuteness in his head, and him—as - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - weak as water! - </p> - <h3> - BISHOP PETE. - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - And yet how well I can recall the time when - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Abe was younger— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Why not a chap among us all went for the - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - notion stronger. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - When to the mother-country he was sent to wake - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - the sinning, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - He shipp'd young lambs across the sea by <i>flocks</i> - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - —he was so winning; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - O but he had a lively style, describing saintly - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - blisses! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - He made the spirit pant and smile, and seek - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - seraphic kisses! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - How the bright raptures of the Saint fresh lustre - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - seemed to borrow, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - While black and awful he did paint the one-wived - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - sinner's sorrow! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Each woman longed to be his bride, and by his - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - side to slumber— - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - "The more the blesseder!" he cried, still adding - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - to the number. - </p> - <h3> - STRANGER. - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - How did the gentleman contrive to change his - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - skin so quickly? - </p> - <h3> - BISHOP JOSS. - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - The holy Spirit couldn't thrive because the Flesh - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - was sickly! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Tho' day by day he did increase his flock, his - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - soul was shallow, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - His brains were only candle-grease, and wasted - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - down like tallow. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - He stoop'd a mighty heap too much, and let his - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - household rule him, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The weakness of the man was such that any face - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - could fool him. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Ay! made his presence cheap, no doubt, and so - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - contempt grew quicker,— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Not measuring his notice out in smallish drams, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - like liquor. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - His house became a troublous house, with mis- - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - chief overbrimmin', - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And he went creeping like a mouse among the - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - cats of women. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Ah, womenfolk are hard to rule, their tricks is - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - most surprising, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - It's only a dern'd spoony fool goes <i>sentimental- </i> - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - ising! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - But give'em now and then a bit of notice and a - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - present, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And lor, they're just like doves, that sit on one - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - green branch, all pleasant! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - But Abe's love was a queer complaint, a sort of - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - tertian fever, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Each case he cured of thought the Saint a - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - thorough-paced deceiver; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And soon he found, he did indeed, with all their - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - whims to nourish, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - That Mormonism ain't a creed where fleshly - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - follies flourish. - </p> - <h3> - BISHOP PETE. - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - Ah, right you air! A creed it is demandin' iron - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - mettle! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - A will that quells, as soon as riz, the biling of - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - the kettle! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - With wary eye, with manner deep, a spirit - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - overbrimmin', - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Like to a shepherd 'mong his sheep, the Saint is - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - 'mong his women; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And unto him they do uplift their eyes in awe - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - and wonder; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - His notice is a blessed gift, his anger is blue - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - thunder. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - No n'ises vex the holy place where dwell those - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - blessed parties; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Each missus shineth in her place, and blithe and - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - meek her heart is! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - They sow, they spin, they darn, they hem, their - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - blessed babes they handle, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The Devil never comes to <i>them</i>, lit by that holy - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - candle! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - When in their midst serenely walks their - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Master and their Mentor, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - They're hush'd, as when the Prophet stalks down - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - holy church's centre! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - They touch his robe, they do not move, those - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - blessed wives and mothers, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And, when on one he shineth love, no envy fills - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - the others; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - They know his perfect saintliness, and honour - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - his affection— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And, if they did object, I guess he'd settle that - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - objection! - </p> - <h3> - BISHOP JOSS - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - It ain't a passionate flat like Abe can manage - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - things in <i>your</i> way! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - They teased that most etarnal babe, till things - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - were in a poor way. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - I used to watch his thorny bed, and bust my - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - sides with laughter, - </p> - <p class="indent5"> - <i>Once</i> give a female hoss her head you'll never - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - stop her after. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - It's one thing getting seal'd, and he was mighty - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - fond of Sealing, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - He'd all the human heat, d'ye see, without the - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - saintly feeling. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - His were the wildest set of gals that ever drove - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - man silly, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Each full of freaks and fal-de-lals, as frisky as a - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - filly. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - One pull'd this way, and t'other that, and made - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - his life a mockery, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - They'd all the feelings of a cat scampaging - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - 'mong the crockery. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - I saw Abe growing pale and thin, and well I - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - knew what ail'd him— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The skunk went stealing out and in, and all his - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - spirit failed him; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And tho' the tanning-yard paid well, and he - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - was money-making, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - His saintly home was hot as Hell, and, ah! - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - how he was baking! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Why, now and then at evening-time, when his - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - day's work was over, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Up this here hill he used to climb and squat - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - among the clover, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And with his fishy eye he'd glare across the - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Rocky Mountains, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And wish he was away up there, among the - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - heavenly fountains! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - I had an aunt, Tabitha Brooks, a virgin under - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - fifty, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - She warn't so much for pretty looks, but she - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - was wise and thrifty; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - She'd seen the vanities of life, was good at - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - 'counts and brewin'— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Thinks I, "Here's just the sort of Wife to save - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - poor Abe from ruin." - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - So, after fooling many a week, and showing - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - him she loved him, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And seeing he was shy to <i>speak</i>, whatever - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - feelings moved him, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - At last I took her by the hand, and led her to - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - him straightway, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - One day when we could see him stand jest close - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - unto the gateway. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - My words were to the p'int and brief: says I, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - "My brother Clewson, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - There'll be an end to all your grief, if you've got - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - resolution. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Where shall you find a house that thrives without - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - a head that's ruling? - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Here is the paragon of wives to teach those - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - others schooling! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - She'll be to you not only wife, but careful as a - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - mother— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - A little property for life is hers; you'll share it, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - brother. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - I've seen the question morn and eve within your - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - eyes unspoken, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - You're slow and nervous I perceive, but now—the - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - ice is broken. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Here is a guardian and a guide to bless a man - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - and grace him;" - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And then I to Tabitha cried, "Go in, old gal- - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - embrace him!" - </p> - <h3> - STRANGER. - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - Why, that was acting fresh and fair;—but Abe, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - was he as hearty? - </p> - <h3> - BISHOP JOSS. - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - We...ll! Abe was never anywhere against a - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - <i>female</i> party! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - At first he seemed about to run, and then we - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - might have missed him; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - But Tabby was a tender one, she collar'd him - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - and kissed him. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And round his neck she blushing hung, part - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - holding, part caressing, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And murmur'd, with a faltering tongue, "O, Abe, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - I'll be a blessing." - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And home they walk'd one morning, he just - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - reaching to her shoulders, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And sneaking at her skirt, while she stared - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - straight at all beholders. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Swinging her bonnet by the strings, and setting - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - her lips tighter, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - In at his door the old gal springs, her grim eyes - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - growing brighter; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And, Lord! there was the devil to pay, and - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - lightning and blue thunder, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - For she was going to have her way, and hold - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - the vixens under; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - They would have torn old Abe to bits, they - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - were so anger-bitten, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - But Tabby saved him from their fits, as a cat - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - saves her kitten. - </p> - <h3> - STRANGER. - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - It seems your patriarchal life has got its - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - botherations, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And leads to much domestic strife and infinite - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - vexations! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - But when the ladies couldn't lodge in peace one - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - house-roof under, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - I thought that 'twas the saintly dodge to give - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - them homes asunder? - </p> - <h3> - BISHOP JOSS. - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - And you thought right; it is a plan by many - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - here affected— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Never by <i>me</i>—I ain't the man—I'll have my will - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - respected. - </p> - <h3> - BISHOP JOSS'S OWN DOMESTIC SYSTEM. - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - If all the women of <i>my</i> house can't fondly pull - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - together, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And each as meek as any mouse, look out for - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - stormy weather!— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - No, no, I don't approve at all of humouring my - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - women, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And building lots of boxes small for each one - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - to grow grim in. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - I teach them jealousy's a <i>sin</i>, and solitude's just - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - bearish, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - They nuss each other lying-in, each other's babes - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - they cherish; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - It is a family jubilee, and not a selfish plea- - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - sure, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Whenever one presents to me another infant - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - treasure! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - All ekal, all respected, each with tokens of - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - affection, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - They dwell together, soft of speech, beneath their - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - lord's protection; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And if by any chance I mark a spark of shindy - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - raising, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - I set my heel upon that spark,—before the house - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - gets blazing! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Now that's what Clewson should have done, but - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - couldn't, thro' his folly, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - For even when Tabby's help was won, he wasn't - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - much more jolly. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Altho' she stopt the household fuss, and husht - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - the awful riot, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The old contrairy stupid Cuss could not enj'y - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - the quiet. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - His house was peaceful as a church, all solemn, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - still, and saintly; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And yet he'd tremble at the porch, and look - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - about him faintly; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And tho' the place was all his own, with hat in - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - hand he'd enter, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Like one thro' public buildings shown, soft - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - treading down the centre. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Still, things were better than before, though - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - somewhat trouble-laden,. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - When one fine day unto his door there came a - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Yankee maiden. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - "Is Brother Clewson in?" she says; and when - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - she saw and knew him, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The stranger gal to his amaze scream'd out and - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - clung unto him. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Then in a voice all thick and wild, exclaim'd that - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - gal unlucky, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - "O Sir, I'm Jason Jones's child—he's <i>dead</i>— - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - stabb'd in Kentucky! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And father's gone, and O I've come to <i>you</i> - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - across the mountains." - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And then the little one was dumb, and Abe's - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - eyes gushed like fountains.... - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - He took that gal into his place, and kept her as - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - his daughter— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Ah, mischief to her wheedling face and the bad - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - wind that brought her! - </p> - <h3> - BISHOP PETE. - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - I knew that Jones;—used to faloot about Emanci- - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - pation— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - It made your very toe-nails shoot to hear his - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - declamation. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And when he'd made all bosoms swell with - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - wonder at his vigour, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - He'd get so drunk he couldn't tell a white man - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - from a nigger! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Was six foot high, thin, grim, and pale,—his - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - troubles can't be spoken— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Tarred, feathered, ridden on a rail, left beaten, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - bruised, and broken; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - But nothing made his tongue keep still, or stopt - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - his games improper, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Till, after many an awkward spill, he came the - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - final cropper. - </p> - <h3> - BISHOP JOSS. - </h3> - <p class="indent20"> - ... That gal was fourteen years of age, and sly - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - with all her meekness; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - It put the fam'ly in a rage, for well they knew - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Abe's weakness. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - But Abe (a cuss, as I have said, that any fool - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - might sit on) - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Was stubborn as an ass's head, when once he - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - took the fit on! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And, once he fixed the gal to take, in spite of - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - their vexation, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Not all the rows on earth would break his firm - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - determination. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - He took the naggings as they came, he bowed - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - his head quite quiet, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Still mild he was and sad and tame, and ate the - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - peppery diet; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - But tho' he seemed so crush'd to be, when this - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - or that one blew up, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - He stuck to Jones's Legacy and school'd her till - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - she grew up. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Well! there! the thing was said and done, and - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - so far who could blame him? - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - But O he was a crafty one, and sorrow couldn't - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - shame him! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - That gal grew up, and at eighteen was prettier - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - far and neater— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - There were not many to be seen about these - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - parts to beat her; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Peart, brisk, bright-eyed, all trim and tight, like - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - kittens fond of playing, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - A most uncommon pleasant sight at pic-nic or - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - at praying. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Then it became, as you'll infer, a simple public - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - duty, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - To cherish and look after her, considering her - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - beauty; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And several Saints most great and blest now - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - offer'd their protection, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And I myself among the rest felt something of - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - affection. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - But O the selfishness of Abe, all things it beats - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - and passes! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - As greedy as a two-year babe a-grasping at - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - molasses! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - When once those Shepherds of the flock began - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - to smile and beckon, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - He screamed like any lighting cock, and raised - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - his comb, I reckon! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - First one was floor'd, then number two, she - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - wouldn't look at any; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Then <i>my</i> turn came, although I knew the - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - maiden's faults were many. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - "My brother Abe," says I, "I come untoe your - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - house at present - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - To offer sister Anne a home which she will find - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - most pleasant. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - You know I am a saintly man, and all my ways - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - are lawful"— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And in a minute he began abusing me most - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - awful. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - "Begone," he said, "you're like the rest,— - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - wolves, Wolves with greedy clutches! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Poor little lamb; but in my breast I'll shield her - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - from your touches!" - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - "Come, come," says I, "a gal can't stay a child - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - like that for ever, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - You'll <i>hev</i> to seal the gal some day; " but Abe - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - cried fiercely, "Never!" - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Says I, "Perhaps it's in your view <i>yourself</i> this - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - lamb to gather?" - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And "If it is, what's that to <i>you?</i>" he cried; - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - "but I'm her father! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - You get along, I know your line, it's crushing, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - bullying, wearing, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - You'll never seal a child of mine, so go, and - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - don't stand staring!" - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - This was the man once mild in phiz as any - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - farthing candle— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - A hedgehog now, his quills all riz, whom no - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - one dared to handle! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - But O I little guessed his deal, nor tried to - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - circumvent it, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - I never thought he'd dare to <i>seal</i> another; but - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - he meant it! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Yes, managed Brigham on the sly, for fear his - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - plans miscarried, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And long before we'd time to cry, the two were - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - sealed and married. - </p> - <h3> - BISHOP PETE. - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - Well, you've your consolation now—he's pun- - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - ished clean, I'm thinking, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - He's ten times deeper in the slough, up to his - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - neck and sinking. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - There's vinegar in Abe's pale face enough to - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - sour a barrel, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Goes crawling up and down the place, neglect- - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - ing his apparel, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Seems to have lost all heart and soul, has fits of - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - absence shocking— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - His home is like a rabbit's hole when weasels - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - come a-knocking. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And now and then, to put it plain, while falling - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - daily sicker, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - I think he tries to float his pain by copious goes - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - of liquor. - </p> - <h3> - BISHOP JOSS. - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - Yes, that's the end of selfishness, it leads to - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - long vexation— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - No man can pity Abe, I guess, who knows his - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - situation; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And, Stranger, if this man you meet, don't take - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - <i>him</i> for a sample, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Although he speaks you fair and sweet, he's set - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - a vile example. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Because you see him ill at ease, at home, and - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - never hearty, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Don't think these air the tokens, please, of a - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - real saintly party! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - No, he's a failure, he's a sham, a scandal to our - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - nation, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Not fit to lead a single lamb, unworthy of his - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - station; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - No! if you want a Saint to see, who rules lambs - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - when he's got 'em, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Just cock your weather-eye at <i>me</i>, or Brother - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Shufflebotham. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - <i>We</i> don't go croaking east and west, afraid of - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - women's faces, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - We bless and we air truly blest in our domestic - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - places; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - We air religious, holy men, happy our folds to - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - gather, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Each is a loyal citizen, also a husband—rather. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - But now with talk you're dry and hot, and - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - weary with your ride here. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Jest come and see <i>my</i> fam'ly lot,—they're waiting - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - tea inside here. - </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <hr /> - <p> - <a name="link2H_4_0010" id="link2H_4_0010"> </a> - </p> - <div style="height: 4em;"> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> - </div> - <h2> - WITHIN THE CITY.—SAINT ABE AND THE SEVEN. - </h2> - <p class="indent10"> - Sister Tabitha, thirty odd, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Rising up with a stare and a nod; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Sister Amelia, sleepy and mild, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Freckled, Duduish, suckling a child; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Sister Fanny, pert and keen, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Sister Emily, solemn and lean, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Sister Mary, given to tears, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Sister Sarah, with wool in her ears;— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - All appearing like tapers wan - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - In the mellow sunlight of Sister Anne. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - With a tremulous wave of his hand, the Saint - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Introduces the household quaint, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And sinks on a chair and looks around, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - As the dresses rustle with snakish sound, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - As curtsies are bobb'd, and eyes cast down - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Some with a simper, some with a frown, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And Sister Anne, with a fluttering breast, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Stands trembling and peeping behind the rest - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Every face but one has been - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Pretty, perchance, at the age of eighteen, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Pert and pretty, and plump and bright; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - But now their fairness is faded quite, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And every feature is fashion'd here - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - To a flabby smile, or a snappish sneer. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Before the stranger they each assume - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - A false fine flutter and feeble bloom, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And a little colour comes into the cheek - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - When the eyes meet mine, as I sit and speak; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - But there they sit and look at me, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Almost withering visibly, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And languidly tremble and try to blow— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Six pale roses all in a row! - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Six? ah, yes; but at hand sits one, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The seventh, still full of the light of the sun. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Though her colour terribly comes and goes, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Now white as a lily, now red as a rose, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - So sweet she is, and so full of light, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - That the rose seems soft, and the lily bright. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Her large blue eyes, with a tender care, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Steal to her husband unaware, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And whenever he feels them he flushes red, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And the trembling hand goes up to his head! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Around those dove-like eyes appears - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - A redness as of recent tears. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Alone she sits in her youth's fresh bloom - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - In a dark corner of the room, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And folds her hands, and does not stir, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - and the others scarcely look at her, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - But crowding together, as if by plan, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Draw further and further from Sister Anne. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - I try to rattle along in chat, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Talking freely of this and that— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The crops, the weather, the mother-land, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Talk a baby could understand; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And the faded roses, faint and meek, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Open their languid lips to speak, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - But in various sharps and flats, all low, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Give a lazy "yes" or a sleepy "no." - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Yet now and then Tabitha speaks, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Snapping her answer with yellow cheeks, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And fixing the Saint who is sitting by - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - With the fish-like glare of her glittering eye, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Whenever the looks of the weary man - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Stray to the corner of Sister Anne. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Like a fountain in a shady place - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Is the gleam of the sadly shining face— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - A fresh spring whither the soul might turn, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - When the road is rough, and the hot sands - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - bum; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Like a fount, or a bird, or a blooming tree, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - To a weary spirit is such as she! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And Brother Abe, from his easy chair, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Looks thither by stealth with an aching care, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And in spite of the dragons that guard the - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - brink - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Would stoop to the edge of the fount, I think, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And drink! and drink! - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - "Drink? Stuff and fiddlesticks," you cry, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Matron reader with flashing eye: - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - "Isn't the thing completely <i>his</i>, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - His wife, his mistress, whatever you please? - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Look at her! Dragons and fountains! Absurd!" - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Madam, I bow to every word; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - But truth is truth, and cannot fail, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And this is quite a veracious tale. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - More like a couple of lovers shy, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Who flush and flutter when folk are by, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Were man and wife, or (in another - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And holier parlance) sister and brother. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - As a man of the world I noticed it, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And it made me speculate a bit, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - For the situation was to my mind - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - A phenomenon of a curious kind— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - A person in love with his <i>wife</i>, 'twas clear, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - But afraid, when another soul was near, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Of showing his feelings in any way - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Because—there would be the Devil to pay! - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The Saint has been a handsome fellow, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Clear-eyed, fresh-skinn'd, if a trifle yellow, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And his face though somewhat soft and plain - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Ends in a towering mass of brain. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - His locks, though still an abundant crop, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Are thinning a little at the top, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - But you only notice here and there - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The straggling gleam of a silver hair. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - A man by nature rolled round and short, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Meant for the Merry Andrew's sport, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - But sober'd down by the wear and tear - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Of business troubles and household care: - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Quiet, reticent, gentle, kind, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Of amorous heart and extensive mind, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - A Saint devoid of saintly sham, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Is little Brother Abraham. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Brigham's right hand he used to be— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Mild though he seems, and simple, and free; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Sound in the ways of the world, and great - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - In planning potent affairs of state; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Not bright, nor bumptious, you must know, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Too retiring for popular show, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - But known to conceive on a startling scale - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Gigantic plans that never fail; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - To hold with a certain secret sense - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The Prophet under his influence, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - To be, I am led to understand, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The Brain, while the Prophet is the Hand, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And to see his intellectual way - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Thro' moral dilemmas of every day, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - By which the wisest are led astray. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Here's the Philosopher!—here he sits, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Here, with his vaguely wandering wits, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Among the dragons, as I have said, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Smiling, and holding his hand to his head. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - What mighty thoughts are gathering now - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Behind that marble mass of brow? - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - What daring schemes of polity - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - To set the popular conscience free, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And bless humanity, planneth he? - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - His talk is idle, a surface-gleam, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The ripple on the rest of the stream, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - But his thoughts—ah, his <i>thoughts</i>—where do - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - they fly, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - While the wretched roses under his eye - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Flutter and peep? and in what doth his plan - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Turn to the counsel of Sister Anne? - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - For his eyes give ever a questioning look, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And the little one in her quiet nook - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Flashes an answer, and back again - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The question runs to the Brother's brain, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And the lights of speculation flit - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Over his face and trouble it. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Follow his eyes once more, and scan - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The fair young features of Sister Anne: - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Frank and innocent, and in sooth - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Full of the first fair flush of youth. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Quite a child—nineteen years old; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Not gushing, and self-possessed, and bold, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Like our Yankee women at nineteen, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - But low of voice, and mild of mien— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - More like the fresh young fruit you see - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - In the mother-land across the sea— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - More like that rosiest flower on earth, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - A blooming maiden of English birth. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Such as we find them yet awhile - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Scatter'd about the homely Isle, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Not yet entirely eaten away - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - By the canker-novel of the day, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Or curling up and losing their scent - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - In a poisonous dew from the Continent. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - There she sits, in her quiet nook, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Still bright tho' sadden'd; and while I look, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - My heart is filled and my eyes are dim, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And I hate the Saint when I turn to him! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Ogre! Blue Beard! Oily and sly! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - His meekness a cheat, his quiet a lie! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - A roaring lion he'll walk the house - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Tho' now he crouches like any mouse! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Had not he pluck'd enough and to spare - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Of roses like these set fading there, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - But he must seek to cajole and kiss - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Another yet, and a child like this? - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - A maid on the stalk, just panting to prove - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The honest joy of a virgin love; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - A girl, a baby, an innocent child, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - To be caught by the first man's face that smiled! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Scarce able the difference to fix - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Of polygamy and politics! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Led to the altar like a lamb, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And sacrificed to the great god <i>Sham!</i> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Deluded, martyr'd, given to woe, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Last of seven who have perish'd so; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - For who can say but the flowers I see - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Were once as rosy and ripe as she? - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Already the household worm has begun - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - To feed on the cheeks of the little one; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Already her spirit, fever-fraught, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Droops to the weight of its own thought; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Already she saddens and sinks and sighs, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Watched by the jealous dragonish eyes. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Even Amelia, sleepy and wan, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Sharpens her orbs as she looks at Anne; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - While Sister Tabby, when she can spare - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Her gaze from the Saint in his easy-chair, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Fixes her with a gorgon glare. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - All is still and calm and polite, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The Sisters bolster themselves upright, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And try to smile, but the atmosphere - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Is charged with thunder and lightning here. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Heavy it seems, and close and warm, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Like the air before a summer storm; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And at times,—as in that drowsy dream - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Preluding thunder, all sounds will seem - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Distinct and ominously clear, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And the far-off cocks seem crowing near - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Ev'n so in the pauses of talk, each breast - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Is strangely conscious of the rest, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And the tick of the watch of Abe the Saint - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Breaks on the air, distinct though faint, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Like the ticking of his heart! - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent30"> - I rise - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - To depart, still glancing with piteous eyes - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - On Sister Anne; and I find her face - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Turn'd questioning still to the same old place— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The face of the Saint. I stand and bow, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Curtsies again are bobbing now, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Dresses rustling... I know no more - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Till the Saint has led me to the door, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And I find myself in a day-dream dim, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Just after shaking hands with him. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Standing and watching him sad and slow - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Into the dainty dwelling go, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - With a heavy sigh, and his hand to his head. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - ... Hark, <i>distant thunder!</i>—'tis as I said: - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The air was far too close;—at length - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The Storm is breaking in all its strength. - </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <hr /> - <p> - <a name="link2H_4_0011" id="link2H_4_0011"> </a> - </p> - <div style="height: 4em;"> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> - </div> - <h2> - III—PROMENADE—MAIN STREET, UTAH. - </h2> - <h3> - THE STRANGER. - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - Along the streets they're thronging, walking, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Clad gaily in their best and talking, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Women and children quite a crowd; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The bright sun overhead is blazing, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The people sweat, the dust they're raising - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Arises like a golden cloud. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Still out of every door they scatter, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Laughing and light. Pray what's the matter. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - That such a flock of folks I see? - </p> - <h3> - A LOUNGER - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - They're off to hear the Prophet patter, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - This yer's a day of jubilee. - </p> - <h3> - VOICES. - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - Come along, we're late I reckon... - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - There's our Matt, I see him beckon... - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - How d'ye do, marm? glad to meet you. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Silence, Hiram, or I'll beat you... - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Emm, there's brother Jones a-looking... - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Here's warm weather, how I'm cooking! - </p> - <h3> - STRANGER - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - Afar the hills arise with cone and column - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Into a sky of brass serene and solemn; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And underneath their shadow in one haze - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Of limpid heat the great salt waters blaze, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - While faint and filmy through the sultry veil - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The purple islands on their bosom sail - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Like floating clouds of dark fantastic air. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - How strangely sounds (while 'mid the Indian - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - glare - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Moves the gay crowd of people old and young) - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The bird-like chirp of the old Saxon tongue! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The women seem half weary and half gay, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Their eyes droop in a melancholy way,— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - I have not seen a merry face to-day. - </p> - <h3> - A BISHOP - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - Ther's a smart hoss you're riding, brother! - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - How are things looking, down with you? - </p> - <h3> - SECOND BISHOP - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - Not over bright with one nor 'tother, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Taters are bad, tomatoes blue. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - You've heer'd of Brother Simpson's losses?— - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Buried his wife and spiled his hay. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And the three best of Hornby's hosses - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Some Injin cuss has stol'n away. - </p> - <h3> - VOICES. - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - Zoë, jest fix up my gown... - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - There's my hair a-coming down... - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Drat the babby, he's so crusty— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - It's the heat as makes him thusty... - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Come along, I'm almost sinking... - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - There's a stranger, and he's winking. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Stranger. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - That was a fine girl with the grey-hair'd lady, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - How shining were her eyes, how true and - </p> - <p class="indent30"> - steady, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Not drooping down in guilty Mormon fashion, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - But shooting at the soul their power and passion. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - That's a big fellow, six foot two, not under, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - But how he struts, and looks as black as thunder, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Half glancing round at his poor sheep to scare - </p> - <p class="indent30"> - 'em— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Six, seven, eight, nine,—O Abraham, what a - </p> - <p class="indent30"> - harem! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - All berry brown, but looking scared as may be, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And each one but the oldest with a baby. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <h3> - A GIRL - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - Phoebe! - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <h3> - ANOTHER - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - Yes, Grace! - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <h3> - FIRST GIRL - </h3> - <p class="indent20"> - Don't seem to notice, dear, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - That Yankee from the camp again is here, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Making such eyes, and following on the sly, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And coughing now and then to show he's nigh. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <h3> - SECOND GIRL - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - Who's that along with him—the little scamp - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Shaking his hair and nodding with a smile? - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <h3> - FIRST GIRL - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - Guess he's some new one just come down to - </p> - <h3> - SECOND GIRL - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - Isn't he handsome? - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <h3> - FIRST GIRL - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - No; the first's my style! - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <h3> - STRANGER - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - If my good friends, the Saints, could get then - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - will, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - These Yankee officers would fare but ill; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Wherever they approach the folk retire, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - As if from veritable coals of fire; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - With distant bow, set lips, and half-hid frown, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The Bishops pass them in the blessed town; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The women come behind like trembling sheep, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Some freeze to ice, some blush and steal a peep. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And often, as a band of maidens gay - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Comes up, each maid ceases to talk and play, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Droops down her eyes, and does not look their - </p> - <p class="indent30"> - way; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - But after passing where the youngsters pine, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - All giggle as at one concerted sign, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And tripping on with half-hush'd merry cries, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Look boldly back with laughter in their eyes! - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <h3> - VOICES - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - Here we are, how folk are pushing... - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Mind the babby in the crushing... - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Pheemy!.. Yes, John!.. Don't go staring - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - At that Yankee—it's past bearing. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Draw your veil down while he passes, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Reckon you're as bold as brass is. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <h3> - ABE CLEWSON - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - <i>[Passing with his hand to his head, attended by his </i> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Wives.] - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Head in a whirl, and heart in a flutter, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Guess I don't know the half that I utter. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Too much of this life is beginning to try me, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - I'm like a dem'd miller the grind always nigh - </p> - <p class="indent30"> - me; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Praying don't sooth me nor comfort me any, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - My house is too full and my blessings too - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - many— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The ways o' the wilderness puzzle me greatly. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <h3> - SISTER TABITHA. - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - Do walk like a Christian, and keep kind o' - </p> - <p class="indent30"> - stately! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And jest keep an eye on those persons behind - </p> - <p class="indent30"> - you, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - You call 'em your Wives, but they tease you and - </p> - <p class="indent30"> - blind you; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Sister Anne's a disgrace, tho' you think her a - </p> - <p class="indent30"> - martyr, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And she's tuck'd up her petticoat nigh to her - </p> - <p class="indent30"> - garter. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <h3> - STRANGER - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - What group is this, begrim'd with dust and - </p> - <p class="indent30"> - heat, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Staring like strangers in the open street? - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The women, ragged, wretched, and half dead, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Sit on the kerbstone hot and hang the head, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And clustering at their side stand children - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - brown, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Weary, with wondering eyes on the fair town. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Close by in knots beside the unhorsed team - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The sunburn'd men stand talking in a dream, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - For the vast tracts of country left behind - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Seem now a haunting mirage in the mind. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Gaunt miners folding hands upon their breasts, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Big-jointed labourers looking ox-like down, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And sickly artizans with narrow chests - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Still pallid from the smoke of English town. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Hard by to these a group of Teutons stand, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Light-hair'd, blue-eyed, still full of Fatherland, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - With water-loving Northmen, who grow gay - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - To see the mimic sea gleam far away. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Now to this group, with a sharp questioning - </p> - <p class="indent30"> - face, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Cometh a holy magnate of the place - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - In decent black; shakes hands with some; - </p> - <p class="indent30"> - and then - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Begins an eager converse with the men: - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - All brighten; even the children hush their cries, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And the pale women smile with sparkling eyes. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <h3> - BISHOP. - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - The Prophet welcomes you, and sends - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - His message by my mouth, my friends; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - He'll see you snug, for on this shore - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - There's heaps of room for millions more!.. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Scotchman, I take it?.. Ah, I know - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Glasgow—was there a year or so... - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And if <i>you</i> don't from Yorkshire hail, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - I'll—ah, I thought so; seldom fail. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Make yourselves snug and rest a spell, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - There's liquor coming—meat as well. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - All welcome! We keep open door— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Ah, <i>we</i> don't push away the poor; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Tho' he's a fool, you understand, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Who keeps poor long in this here land. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The land of honey you behold— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Honey and milk—silver and gold! - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <h3> - AN ARTIZAN - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - Ah, that's the style—Bess, just you hear it; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Come, come, old gal, keep up your spirit: - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Silver and gold, and milk and honey, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - This is the country for our money! - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <h3> - A GERMAN. - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - Es lebe die Stadt! es lebe dran! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Das heilige Leben steht mir an! - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <h3> - A NORTHMAN. - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - Taler du norske - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <h3> - BISHOP. - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - <i>[Shaking his head. and turning with a wink to the </i> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - English.] - </p> - <p class="indent30"> - No, not me! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - <i>Saxon's</i> the language of the free: - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The language of the great Evangels! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The language of the Saints and Angels! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The only speech that Joseph knew! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The speech of him and Brigham too! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Only the speech by which we've thriven - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Is comprehended up in Heaven!.. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Poor heathens! but we'll make'em spry, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - They'll talk like Christians by and by. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <h3> - STRANGER - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - <i>[Strolling out of the streets.]</i> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - From east, from west, from every worn-out land, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Yearly they stream to swell this busy band. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Out of the fever'd famine of the slums, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - From sickness, shame, and sorrow, Lazarus comes, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Drags his sore limbs o'er half the world and sea, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Seeking for freedom and felicity. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The sewer of ignorance and shame and loss, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Draining old Europe of its dirt and dross, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Grows the great City by the will of God; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - While wondrously out of the desert sod, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Nourished with lives unclean and weary hearts - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The new faith like a splendid weed upstarts. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - A splendid weed! rather a fair wild-flower, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Strange to the eye in its first birth of power, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - But bearing surely in its breast the seeds - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Of higher issues and diviner deeds. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Changed from Sahara to a fruitful vale - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Fairer than ever grew in fairy tale, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Transmuted into plenteous field and glade - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - By the slow magic of the white man's spade, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Grows Deseret, filling its mighty nest - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Between the eastern mountains and the west, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - While—who goes there? What shape antique - </p> - <p class="indent30"> - looks down - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - From this green mound upon the festive town, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - With tall majestic figure darkly set - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Against the sky in dusky silhouette? - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Strange his attire: a blanket edged with red - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Wrapt royally around him; on his head - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - A battered hat of the strange modem sort - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Which men have christened "chimney pots" in - </p> - <p class="indent30"> - sport; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Mocassins on his feet, fur-fringed and grand, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And a large green umbrella in his hand. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Pensive he stands with deep-lined dreamy face, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Last living remnant of the mighty race - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Who on these hunting-fields for many a year - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Chased the wild buffalo, and elk, and deer. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Heaven help him! In his mien grief and despair - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Seem to contend, as he stands musing there; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Until he notices that I am nigh, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And lo! with outstretched hands and glistening - </p> - <p class="indent30"> - eye - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Swift he descends—Does he mean mischief? - </p> - <p class="indent30"> - No; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - He smiles and beckons as I turn to go. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <h3> - INDIAN - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - Me Medicine Crow. White man gib drink to me. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Great chief; much squaw; papoose, sah, one, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - two, three! - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <h3> - STRANGER - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - With what a leer, half wheedling and half winking, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The lost one imitates the act of drinking; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - His nose already, to his woe and shame, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Carbuncled with the white man's liquid flame! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Well, I pull out my flask, and fill a cup - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Of burning rum—how quick he gulps it up; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And in a moment in his trembling grip - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Thrusts out the cup for more with thirsty lip. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - But no!—already drunken past a doubt, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Degenerate nomad of the plains, get out! - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - <i>[A railway whistle sounds in the far distance.]</i> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Fire-hearted Demon tamed to human hand, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Rushing with smoky breath from land to land, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Screaming aloud to scare with rage and wrath - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Primaeval ignorance before his path, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Dragging behind him as he runs along - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - His lilliputian masters, pale and strong, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - With melancholy sound for plain and hill - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Man's last Familiar Spirit whistles shrill. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Poor devil of the plains, now spent and frail, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Hovering wildly on the fatal trail, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Pass on!—there lies thy way and thine abode, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Get out of Jonathan thy master's road. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Where? anywhere!—he's not particular where, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - So that you clear the road, he does not care; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Off, quick! clear out! ay, drink your fill and die; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And, since the Earth rejects you, try the Sky! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And see if He, who sent your white-faced - </p> - <p class="indent30"> - brother - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - To hound and drive you from this world you - </p> - <p class="indent30"> - bother, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Can find a comer for you in another! - </p> - <p> - <br /> <br /><br /> - </p> - <hr /> - <p> - <a name="link2H_4_0012" id="link2H_4_0012"> </a> - </p> - <div style="height: 4em;"> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> - </div> - <h2> - WITHIN THE SYNAGOGUE.—SERMONIZETH THE PROPHET. - </h2> - <p class="indent10"> - Sisters and brothers who love the right, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Saints whose hearts are divinely beating, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Children rejoicing in the light, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - I reckon this is a pleasant meeting. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Where's the face with a look of grief?— - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Jehovah's with us and leads the battle; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - We've had a harvest beyond belief, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - And the signs of fever have left the cattle; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - All still blesses the holy life - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Here in the land of milk and honey. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <h3> - FEMININE WHISPERS - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - Brother Shuttleworth's seventeenth wife,.. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Her with the heer brushed up so funny! - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <h3> - THE PROPHET - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - Out of Egypt hither we flew, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Through the desert and rocky places; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The people murmur'd, and all look'd blue, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - The bones of the martyr'd filled our traces. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Mountain and valley we crawl'd along, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - And every morning our hearts beat quicker. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Our flesh was weak, but our souls were strong. - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - And we'd managed to carry some kegs of - </p> - <p class="indent30"> - liquor. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - At last we halted on yonder height, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Just as the sun in the west was blinking. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <h3> - FEMININE WHISPERS - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - Isn't Jedge Hawkins's last a fright?... - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - I'm suttin that Brother Abe's been drinking! - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <h3> - THE PROPHET. - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - That night, my lambs, in a wondrous dream, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - I saw the gushing of many fountains; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Soon as the morning began to beam, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Down we went from yonder mountains, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Found the water just where I thought, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Fresh and good, though a trifle gritty, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Pitch'd our tents in the plain, and wrought - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - The site and plan of the Holy City. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - "Pioneers of the blest," I cried, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - "Dig, and the Lord will bless each spade- - </p> - <p class="indent30"> - ful." - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <h3> - FEMININE WHISPERS - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - Brigham's sealed to another Bride... - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - How worn he's gittin'! he's aging dread- - </p> - <p class="indent30"> - ful. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <h3> - THE PROPHET - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - This is a tale so often told, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - The theme of every eventful meeting; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Yes! you may smile and think it old; - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - But yet it's a tale that will bear repeating. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - That's how the City of Light began, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - That's how we founded the saintly nation, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - All by the spade and the arm of man, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - And the aid of a special dispensation. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - "Work" was the word when we begun, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - "Work" is the word now we have plenty. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <h3> - FEMININE WHISPERS. - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - Heard about Sister Euphemia's son?.. - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Sealing already, though only twenty! - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <h3> - THE PROPHET. - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - I say just now what I used to say, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Though it moves the heathens to mock and - </p> - <p class="indent30"> - laughter, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - From work to prayer is the proper way— - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Labour first, and Religion after. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Let a big man, strong in body and limb, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Come here inquiring about his Maker, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - This is the question I put to him, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - "Can you grow a cabbage, or reap an - </p> - <p class="indent30"> - acre?" - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - What's the soul but a flower sublime, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Grown in the earth and upspringing surely! - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <h3> - FEMININE WHISPERS - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - O yes! she's hed a most dreadful time! - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Twins, both thriving, though she's so - </p> - <p class="indent30"> - poorly. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <h3> - THE PROPHET. - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - Beauty, my friends, is the crown of life, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - To the young and foolish seldom granted; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - After a youth of honest strife - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Comes the reward for which you've panted. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - O blessed sight beyond compare, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - When life with its halo of light is rounded, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - To see a Saint with reverend hair - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Sitting like Solomon love-surrounded! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - One at his feet and one on his knee, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Others around him, blue-eyed and dreamy! - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <h3> - FEMININE WHISPERS. - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - All very well, but as for me, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - My man had better!—I'd pison him, - </p> - <p class="indent30"> - Pheemy! - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <h3> - THE PROPHET - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - There in the gate of Paradise - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - The Saint is sitting serene and hoary, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Tendrils of euros, and blossoms of eyes, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Festoon him round in his place of glory; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Little cherubs float thick as bees - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Round about him, and murmur "father!" - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The sun shines bright and he sits at-ease, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Fruit all round for his hand to gather. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Blessed is he and for ever gay, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Floating to Heaven and adding to it! - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <h3> - FEMININE WHISPERS - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - Thought I should have gone mad that day - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - He brought a second; I made him rue it! - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <h3> - THE PROPHET - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - Sisters and Brothers by love made wise. - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Remember, when Satan attempts to quel] - </p> - <p class="indent30"> - you, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - If this here Earth isn't Paradise - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - You'll never see it, and so I tell you. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Dig and drain, and harrow and sow, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - God will bless you beyond all measure; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Labour, and meet with reward below, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - For what is the end of all labour? Plea- - </p> - <p class="indent30"> - sure! - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Labour's the vine, and pleasure's the grape; - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - The one delighting, the other bearing. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <h3> - FEMININE WHISPERS - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - Higginson's third is losing her shape. - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - She hes too many—it's dreadful wearing. - </p> - <h3> - THE PROPHET - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - But I hear some awakening spirit cry, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - "Labour is labour, and all men know it; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - But what is pleasure?" and I reply, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Grace abounding and Wives to show it! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Holy is he beyond compare - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Who tills his acres and takes his blessing, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Who sees around him everywhere - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Sisters soothing and babes caressing. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And his delight is Heaven's as well, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - For swells he not the ranks of the chosen? - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <h3> - FEMININE WHISPERS. - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - Martha is growing a handsome gel... - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Three at a birth?—that makes the dozen. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <h3> - THE PROPHET. - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - Learning's a shadow, and books a jest, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - One Book's a Light, but the rest are human. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The kind of study that I think best - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Is the use of a spade and the love of a - </p> - <p class="indent30"> - woman. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Here and yonder, in heaven and earth, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - By big Salt Lake and by Eden river, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The finest sight is a man of worth, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Never tired of increasing his quiver. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - He sits in the light of perfect grace - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - With a dozen cradles going together! - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <h3> - FEMININE WHISPERS. - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - The babby's growing black in the face! - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Carry him out—it's the heat of the weather! - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <h3> - THE PROPHET - </h3> - <p class="indent10"> - A faithful vine at the door of the Lord, - </p> - <p class="indent30"> - A shining flower in the garden of spirits, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - A lute whose strings are of sweet accord, - </p> - <p class="indent30"> - Such is the person of saintly merits. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Sisters and brothers, behold and strive - </p> - <p class="indent30"> - Up to the level of his perfection; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Sow, and harrow, and dig, and thrive, - </p> - <p class="indent30"> - Increase according to God's direction. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - This is the Happy Land, no doubt, - </p> - <p class="indent30"> - Where each may flourish in his vocation. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Brother Bantam will now give out - </p> - <p class="indent30"> - The hymn of love and of jubilation. - </p> - <p> - <br /> <br /><br /> - </p> - <hr /> - <p> - <a name="link2H_4_0013" id="link2H_4_0013"> </a> - </p> - <div style="height: 4em;"> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> - </div> - <h2> - V—THE FALLING OF THE THUNDERBOLT - </h2> - <p class="indent10"> - Deep and wise beyond expression - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Sat the Prophet holding session, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And his Elders, round him sitting - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - With a gravity befitting, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Never rash and never fiery, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Chew'd the cud of each inquiry, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Weigh'd each question and discussed it. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Sought to settle and adjust it, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Till, with sudden indication - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Of a gush of inspiration, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The grave Prophet from their middle - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Gave the answer to their riddle, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And the lesser lights all holy, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Round the Lamp revolving slowly, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Thought, with eyes and lips asunder, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - "<i>Right</i>, we reckon, he's a wonder!" - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Whether Boyes, that blessed brother, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Should be sealed unto another, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Having, tho' a Saint most steady, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Very many wives already? - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Whether it was held improper, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - If a woman drank, to drop her? - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Whether unto Brother Fleming - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Formal praise would be beseeming, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Since from three or four potatoes - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - (Not much bigger than his great toes) - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - He'd extracted, to their wonder, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Four stone six and nothing under? - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Whether Bigg be reprimanded - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - For his conduct underhanded. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Since he'd packed his prettiest daughter - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - To a heathen o'er the water? - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - How, now Thompson had departed, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - His poor widows, broken-hearted, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Should be settled? They were seven, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Sweet as cherubs up in heaven; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Three were handsome, young, and pleasant, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And had offers on at present— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Must they take them?.. These and other - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Questions proffer'd by each brother, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The great Prophet ever gracious, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Free and easy, and sagacious, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Answer'd after meditation - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - With sublime deliberation; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And his answers were so clever - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Each one whisper'd, "Well I never!" - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And the lesser lights all holy, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Round the Prophet turning slowly, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Raised their reverend heads and hoary, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Thinking, "To the Prophet, glory! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Hallelujah, veneration, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Reckon that he licks creation!" - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Suddenly as they sat gleaming, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - On them came an unbeseeming - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Murmur, tumult, and commotion, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Like the breaking of the ocean; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And before a word was utter'd, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - In rush'd one with voice that fluttered - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Arms uplifted, face the colour - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Of a bran-new Yankee dollar, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Like a man whose wits are addled. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Crying—"<i>Brother Abe's skedaddled!</i>" - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Then those Elders fearful-hearted - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Raised a loud cry and upstarted, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - But the Prophet, never rising, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Said, "Be calm! this row's surprising!" - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And as each Saint sank unsinew'd - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - In his arm-chair he continued: - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - "Goodman Jones, your cheeks are yellow, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Tell thy tale, and do not bellow! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - What's the reason of your crying— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Is our brother <i>dead!</i>—or <i>dying?</i>" - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - As the Prophet spake, supremely - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Hushing all the strife unseemly, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Sudden in the room there entered - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Shapes on whom all eyes were centred— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Six sad female figures moaning, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Trembling, weeping, and intoning, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - "We are widows broken-hearted— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Abraham Clewson has departed!" - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - While the Saints again upleaping - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Joined their voices to the weeping, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - For a moment the great Prophet - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Trembled, and look'd dark as Tophet. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - But the cloud pass'd over lightly. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - "Cease!" he cried, but sniffled slightly, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - "Cease this murmur and be quiet— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Dead men won't awake with riot. - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Tis indeed a loss stupendous— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - When will Heaven his equal send us? - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Speak, then, of our brother cherish'd, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Was it <i>fits</i> by which he perish'd? - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Or did Death come even quicker, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Thro' a bolting horse or kicker?" - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - At the Prophet's question scowling, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - All the Wives stood moaning, howling, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Crying wildly in a fever, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - "O the villain! the deceiver!" - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - But the oldest stepping boldly, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Curtseying to the Session coldly, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Cried in voice like cracking thunder, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - "Prophet, don't you make a blunder? - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Abraham Clewson isn't dying— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Hasn't died, as you're implying - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - No! he's not the man, my brothers, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - To die decently like others! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Worse! he's from your cause revolted— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Run away! ske-daddled! bolted!" - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Bolted! run away! skedaddled! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Like to men whose wits are addled, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Echoed all those Lights so holy, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Round the Prophet shining slowly - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And the Prophet, undissembling, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Underneath the blow sat trembling, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - While the perspiration hovered - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - On his forehead, and he covered - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - With one trembling hand his features - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - From the gaze of smaller creatures. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Then at last the high and gifted - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Cough'd and craved, with hands uplifted, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Silence. When 'twas given duly, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - "This," said he, "'s a crusher truly! - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Brother Clewson fall'n from glory! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - I can scarce believe your story, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - O my Saints, each in his station, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Join in prayer and meditation!" - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Covering up each eyelid saintly - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - With a finger tip, prayed faintly, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Shining in the church's centre, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Their great Prophet, Lamp, and Mentor; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And the lesser Lights all holy, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Round the Lamp revolving slowly, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Each upon his seat there sitting, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - With a gravity befitting, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Bowed their reverend heads and hoary, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Saying, "To the Prophet glory! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Hallelujah, veneration! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Reckon that he licks creation!" - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Lastly, when the trance was ended. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And, with face where sorrow blended - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Into pity and compassion, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Shone the Light in common fashion; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Forth the Brother stept who brought them - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - First the news which had distraught them, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And, while stood the Widows weeping, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Gave into the Prophet's keeping - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - A seal'd paper, which the latter - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Read, as if 'twere solemn matter— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Gravely pursing lips and nodding, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - While they watch'd in dark foreboding, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Till at last, with voice that quivered, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - He these woeful words delivered:— - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - "Sisters, calm your hearts unruly, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Tis an awful business truly; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Weeping now will save him never, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - He's as good as lost for ever; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Yes, I say with grief unspoken, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Jest a pane crack'd, smash'd, and broken - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - In the windows of the Temple— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Crack'd's the word—so take example! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Had he left ye one and all here - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - On our holy help to call here, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Fled alone from <i>every</i> fetter, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - I could comprehend it better! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Flying, not with some strange lady, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - But with her he had already, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - With his own seal'd Wife eloping— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - It's a case of craze past hoping! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - List, O Saints, each in his station. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - To the idiot's explanation!" - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Then, while now and then the holy - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Broke the tale of melancholy - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - With a grunt contempt expressing, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And the widows made distressing - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Murmurs of recrimination - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Here and there in the narration, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The great Prophet in affliction - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Read this awful Valediction! - </p> - <p> - <br /> <br /><br /> - </p> - <hr /> - <p> - <a name="link2H_4_0014" id="link2H_4_0014"> </a> - </p> - <div style="height: 4em;"> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> - </div> - <h2> - VI—LAST EPISTLE OF ST. ABE TO THE POLYGAMISTS. - </h2> - <p class="indent10"> - O Brother, Prophet of the Light!—don't let my - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - state distress you, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - While from the depths of darkest night I cry, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - "Farewell! God bless you!" - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - I don't deserve a parting tear, nor even a male- - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - diction, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Too weak to fill a saintly sphere, I yield to my - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - affliction; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Down like a cataract I shoot into the depths - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - below you, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - While you stand wondering and mute, my last - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - adieu I throw you; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Commending to your blessed care my well-be- - </p> - <p class="indent30"> - loved spouses, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - My debts (there's plenty and to spare to pay - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - them), lands, and houses, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - My sheep, my cattle, farm and fold, yea, all by - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - which I've thriven: - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - These to be at the auction sold, and to my - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - widows given. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Bless them! to prize them at their worth was - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - far beyond my merit, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Just make them think me in the earth, a poor - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - departed spirit. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - I couldn't bear to say good-bye, and see their - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - tears up-starting; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - I thought it best to pack and fly without the - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - pain of parting! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - O tell Amelia, if she can, by careful educa- - </p> - <p class="indent30"> - tion, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - To make her boy grow up a man of strength - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - and saintly station! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Tell Fanny to beware of men, and say I'm still - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - her debtor— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Tho' she cut sharpish now and then, I think it - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - made me better! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Let Emily still her spirit fill with holy consola- - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - tions— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Seraphic soul, I hear her still a-reading "Reve- - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - lations!" - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Bid Mary now to dry her tears—she's free of her - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - chief bother; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And comfort Sarah—I've my fears she's going to - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - be a mother; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And to Tabitha give for me a tender kiss of - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - healing— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Guilt wrings my soul—I seem to see that well- - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - known face appealing! - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And now,—before my figure fades for ever from - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - your vision, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Before I mingle with the shades beyond your - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - light Elysian, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - <i>Now</i>, while your faces all turn pale, and you - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - raise eyes and shiver, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Let me a round unvarnish'd tale (as Shakspere - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - says) deliver; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And let there be a warning text in my most - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - shameful story, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - When some poor sheep, perplext and vext, goes - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - seeking too much glory. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - O Brigham, think of my poor fate, a scandal to - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - beholders, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And don't again put too much weight before - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - you've tried the shoulders! - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Though I'd the intellectual gift, and knew the - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - rights and reasons; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Though I could trade, and save, and shift, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - according to the seasons; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Though I was thought a clever man, and was at - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - spouting splendid,— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Just think how finely I began, and see how all - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - has ended! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - In <i>principle</i> unto this hour I'm still a holy - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - being— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - But oh, how poorly is my power proportion'd to - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - my seeing! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - You've all the logic on your side, you're right in - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - each conclusion, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And yet how vainly have I tried, with eager - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - resolution! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - My will was good, I felt the call, although my - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - strength was meagre, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - There wasn't one among you all to serve the - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Lord more eager! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - I never tired in younger days of drawing lambs - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - unto me, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - My lot was one to bless and praise, the fire of - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - faith thrill'd through me. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And <i>you</i>, believing I was strong, smiled on me - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - like a father,— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Said, "Blessëd be this man, though young, who - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - the sweet lambs doth gather! " - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - At first it was a time full blest, and all my - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - earthy pleasure - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Was gathering lambs unto my breast to cherish - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - and to treasure; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Ay, one by one, for heaven's sake, my female - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - flock I found me, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Until one day I did awake and heard them - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - bleating round me, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And there was sorrow in their eyes, and mute - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - reproach and wonder, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - For they perceived to their surprise their Shep- - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - herd was a blunder. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - O Brigham, think of it and weep, my firm and - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - saintly Master— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - <i>The Pastor trembled at his Sheep, the Sheep despised </i> - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - the Pastor! - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - O listen to the tale of dread, thou Light that - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - shines so brightly— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Virtue's a horse that drops down dead if over- - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - loaded slightly! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - She's all the <i>will</i>, she wants to go, she'd carry - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - every tittle; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - But when you see her flag and blow, just ease - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - her of a little! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - <i>One</i> wife for me was near enough, <i>two</i> might - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - have fixed me neatly, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - <i>Three</i> made me shake, <i>four</i> made me puff, <i>five</i> - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - settled me completely,— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - But when the <i>sixth</i> came, though I still was - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - glad and never grumbled, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - I took the staggers, kick'd, went ill, and in the - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - traces tumbled! - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Ah, well may I compare my state unto a beast's - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - position— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Unfit to bear a saintly weight, I sank and lost - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - condition; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - I lack'd the moral nerve and thew, to fill so fine - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - a station— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Ah, if I'd had a head like you, and your deter- - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - mination! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Instead of going in and out, like a superior - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - party, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - I was too soft of heart, no doubt, too open, and - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - too hearty. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - When I <i>began</i> with each young sheep I was too - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - free and loving, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Not being strong and wise and deep, I set her - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - <i>feelings</i> moving; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And so, instead of noticing the gentle flock in - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - common, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - I waken'd up that mighty thing—the Spirit of a - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Woman. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Each got to think me, don't you see,—so foolish - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - was the feeling,— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Her own especial property, which all the rest - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - were stealing! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And, since I could not give to each the whole of - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - my attention, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - All came to grief, and parts of speech too deli- - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - cate to mention! - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Bless them! they loved me far too much, they - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - erred in their devotion, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - I lack'd the proper saintly touch, subduing mere - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - emotion: - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The solemn air sent from the skies, so cold, so - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - tranquillising, . - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - That on the female waters lies, and keeps the - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - same from rising, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - But holds them down all smooth and bright, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - and, if some wild wind storms 'em, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Comes like a cold frost in the night, and into ice - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - transforms 'em! - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And there, between ourselves, I see the diffi- - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - culty growing, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Since most men are as meek as me, too pas- - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - sionate and glowing; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - They cannot in <i>your</i> royal way dwell like a - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - guest from Heaven - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Within this tenement of clay, which for the Soul - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - is given; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - They cannot like a blessed guest come calm and - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - strong into it, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Eating and drinking of its best, and calmly - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - gazing thro' it. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - No, every mortal's not a Saint, and truly very - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - few are, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - So weak they are, they cannot paint what holy - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - men like you are. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Instead of keeping well apart the Flesh and - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Spirit, brother, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And making one with cunning art the nigger of - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - the other, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - They muddle and confuse the two, they mix and - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - twist and mingle, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - So that it takes a cunning view to make out - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - either single. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The Soul gets mingled with the Flesh beyond all - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - separation, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The Body holds it in a mesh of animal sensa- - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - tion; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The poor bewilder'd Being, grown a thing in - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - nature double, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Half light and soul, half flesh and bone, is given - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - up to trouble. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - He thinks the instinct of the clay, the glowings - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - of the Spirit, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And when the Spirit has her say, inclines the - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Flesh to hear it. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The slave of every passing whim, the dupe of - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - every devil, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Inspired by every female limb to love, and light, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - and revel, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Impulsive, timid, weak, or strong, as Flesh or - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Spirit makes him, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The lost one wildly moans along till mischief - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - overtakes him; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And when the Soul has fed upon the Flesh till - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - life's spring passes, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Finds strength and health and comfort gone— - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - the way of last year's grasses, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And the poor Soul is doom'd to bow, in deep - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - humiliation, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Within a place that isn't now a decent habitation. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - No! keep the Soul and Flesh apart in pious - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - resolution, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Don't let weak flutterings of the heart lead you - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - to <i>my</i> confusion! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - But let the Flesh be as the <i>horse</i>, the Spirit as - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - the <i>rider</i>, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And use the snaffle first of course, and ease her - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - up and guide her; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And if she's going to resist, and won't let none - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - go past her, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Just take the <i>curb</i> and give a twist, and show - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - her you're the Master. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The Flesh is but a temporal thing, and Satan's - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - strength is in it, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Use it, but conquer it, and bring its vice dowN - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - every minute! - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Into a woman's arms don't fall, as if you meant - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - to <i>stay</i> there, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - <i>Just come as if you'd made a call\ and idly found </i> - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - your way there; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Don't praise her too much to her face, but keep - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - her calm and quiet,— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Most female illnesses take place thro' far too - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - warm a diet; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Unto her give your fleshly kiss, calm, kind, and - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - patronising, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Then—soar to your own sphere of bliss, before - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - her heart gets rising! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Don't fail to let her see full clear, how in your - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - saintly station - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The Flesh is but your nigger here obeying your - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - dictation; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And tho' the Flesh be e'er so warm, your Soul - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - the weakness smothers - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Of loving any female form much better than the - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - others! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - O Brigham, I can see you smile to hear the - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Devil preaching;— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Well, I can praise your perfect style, tho' far - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - beyond my reaching. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Forgive me, if in shame and grief I vex you with - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - digression, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And let me come again in brief to my own dark - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - confession. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The world of men divided is into <i>two portions</i>, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - brother, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The first are Saints, so high in bliss that they the - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Flesh can smother; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - God meant them from fair flower to flower to - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - flutter, smiles bestowing, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Tasting the sweet, leaving the sour, just hover- - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - ing,—and going. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The second are a different set, just <i>halves</i> of - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - perfect spirits, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Going about in bitter fret, of uncompleted - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - merits, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Till they discover, here or there, their <i>other half</i> - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - (or woman), - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Then these two join, and make a Pair, and so - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - increase the human. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The second Souls inferior are, a lower spirit- - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - order, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Born 'neath a less auspicious star, and taken by - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - soft sawder;— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And if they do not happen here to find their fair - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Affinity, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - They come to grief and doubt and fear, and end - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - in asininity; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And if they try the blessed game of those - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - superior to them, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - They're very quickly brought to shame,—their - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - passions so undo them. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - In some diviner sphere, perhaps, they'll look and - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - grow more holy,— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Meantime they're vessels Sorrow taps and grim - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Remorse sucks slowly. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Now, Brigham, <i>I</i> was made, you see, one of - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - those <i>lower</i> creatures, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Polygamy was not for me, altho' I joined its - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - preachers. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Instead of, with a wary eye, seeking the one - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - who waited, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And sticking to her, wet or dry, because the - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - thing was fated, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - I snatch'd the first whose beauty stirred my soul - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - with tender feeling! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And then another! then a third! and so con- - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - tinued Sealing! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And duly, after many a smart, discovered, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - sighing faintly, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - I hadn't found my missing part, and <i>wasn't</i> - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - strong and saintly! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - O they were far too good for me, altho' their - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - zeal betrayed them;— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Unfortunately, don't you see, heaven for some - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - other made them: - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Each would a downright blessing be, and Peace - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - would pitch the tent for her, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - If "she" could only find the "he" originally - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - meant for her! - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Well, Brother, after many years of bad domestic - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - diet, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - One morning I woke up in tears, still weary and - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - unquiet, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And (speaking figuratively) lo! beside my bed - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - stood smiling - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - <i>The Woman</i>, young and virgin snow, but beckon- - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - ing and beguiling. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - I started up, my wild eyes rolled, I knew her, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - and stood sighing, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - My thoughts throng'd up like bees of gold out of - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - the smithy flying. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And as she stood in brightness there, familiar, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - tho' a stranger, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - I looked at her in dumb despair, and trembled - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - at the danger. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - But, Brother Brigham, don't you think the - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Devil could so undo me, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - That straight I rushed the cup to drink too late - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - extended to me. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - No, for I hesitated long, ev'n when I found she - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - loved me, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And didn't seem to think it wrong when love - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - and passion moved me. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - O Brigham, you're a Saint above, and know not - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - the sensation - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The ecstasy, the maddening love, the rapturous - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - exultation, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - That fills a man of lower race with wonder past - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - all speaking, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - When first he finds in one sweet face the Soul he - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - has been seeking! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - When two immortal beings glow in the first - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - fond revealing, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And their inferior natures know the luxury of - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - feeling! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - But ah, I had already got a quiver-full of bless- - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - ing, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Had blundered, tho' I knew it not, six times - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - beyond redressing, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And surely it was time to stop, tho' still my lot - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - was lonely: - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - My house was like a cobbler's shop, full, tho' - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - with "misfits" only. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And so I <i>should</i> have stopt, I swear, the - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - wretchedest of creatures, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Rather than put one mark of care on her - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - belovéd features: - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - But that it happen'd Sister Anne (ah, now the - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - secret's flitted!) - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Was left in this great world of man unto my - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - care committed. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Her father, Jason Jones, was dead, a man whose - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - faults were many, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - "O, be a father, Abe," he said, "to my poor - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - daughter, Annie!" - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And so I promised, so she came an Orphan to - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - this city, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And set my foolish heart in flame with mingled - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - love and pity; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And as she prettier grew each day, and throve - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - 'neath my protection, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - <i>I saw the Saints did cast her way some tokens of </i> - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - affection. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - O, Brigham, pray forgive me now;—envy and - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - love combining, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - I hated every saintly brow, benignantly in- - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - clining! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Sneered at their motives, mocked the cause, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - went wild and sorrow-laden, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And saw Polygamy's vast jaws a-yawning for - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - the maiden. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Why <i>not</i>, you say? Ah, yes, why not, from - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - your high point of vision; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - But I'm of an inferior lot, beyond the light - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Elysian. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - I tore my hair, whined like a whelp, I loved her - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - to distraction, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - I saw the danger, knew the help, yet trembled - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - at the action. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - At last I came to you, my friend, and told my - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - tender feeling; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - You said, "Your grief shall have an end—this is - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - a case for Sealing; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And since you have deserved so well, and made - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - no heinous blunder, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Why, brother Abraham, <i>take</i> the gel, but mind - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - you keep her under." - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Well! then I went to Sister Anne, my inmost - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - heart unclothing, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Told her my feelings like a man, concealing - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - next to nothing, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Explain'd the various characters of those I had - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - already, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The various tricks and freaks and stirs peculiar - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - to each lady, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And, finally, when all was clear, and hope - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - seem'd to forsake me, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - "There! it's a wretched chance, my dear—you - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - leave me, or you take me." - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Well, Sister Annie look'd at me, <i>her</i> inmost - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - heart revealing - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - (Women are very weak, you see, inferior, full of - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - feeling), - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Then, thro' her tears outshining bright, "I'll - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - never never leave you! - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - "O Abe," she said, "my love, my light, why - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - should I pain or grieve you? - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - I do not love the way of life you have so sadly - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - chosen, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - I'd rather be a single wife than one in half a - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - dozen; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - But now you cannot change your plan, tho' - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - health and spirit perish, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And I shall never see a man but you to love and - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - cherish. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Take me, I'm yours, and O, my dear, don't - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - think I miss your merit, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - I'll try to help a little here your true and loving - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - spirit." - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - "Reflect, my love," I said, "once more," with - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - bursting heart, half crying, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - "Two of the girls cut very sore, and most of - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - them are trying!" - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And then that' gentle-hearted maid kissed me - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - and bent above me, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - "O Abe," she said, "don't be afraid,—I'll try to - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - make them <i>love</i> me!" - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Ah well! I scarcely stopt to ask myself, till all - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - was over, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - How precious tough would be her task who - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - made those dear souls love her! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - But I was seal'd to Sister Anne, and straight- - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - way to my wonder - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - A series of events began which showed me all - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - my blunder. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Brother, don't blame the souls who erred thro' - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - their excess of feeling— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - So angrily their hearts were stirred by my last - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - act of sealing; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - But in a moment they forgot the quarrels they'd - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - been wrapt in, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And leagued together in one lot, with Tabby for - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - the Captain. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Their little tiffs were laid aside, and all com- - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - bined together, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Preparing for the gentle Bride the blackest sort - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - of weather. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - It wasn't <i>feeling</i> made them flout poor Annie in - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - that fashion, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - It wasn't love turn'd inside out, it wasn't jealous - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - passion, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - It wasn't that they cared for <i>me</i>, or any other - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - party, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Their hearts and sentiments were free, their ap- - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - petites were hearty. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - But when the pretty smiling face came blossom- - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - ing and blooming, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Like sunshine in a shady place the fam'ly Vault - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - illuming, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - It naturally made them grim to see its sunny - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - colour, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - While like a row of tapers dim by daylight, they - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - grew duller. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - She tried her best to make them kind, she - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - coaxed and served them dumbly, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - She watch'd them with a willing mind, deferred - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - to them most humbly; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Tried hard to pick herself a friend, but found her - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - arts rejected, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And fail'd entirely in her end, as one might - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - have expected. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - But, Brother, tho' I'm loathe to add one word to - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - criminate them, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - I think their conduct was too bad,—it almost - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - made me hate them. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Ah me, the many nagging ways of women are - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - amazing, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Their cleverness solicits praise, their cruelty is - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - crazing! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And Sister Annie hadn't been a single day their - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - neighbour, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Before a baby could have seen her life would be - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - a labour. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - But bless her little loving heart, it kept its - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - sorrow hidden, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And if the tears began to start, suppressed the - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - same unbidden. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - She tried to smile, and smiled her best, till I - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - thought sorrow silly, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And kept in her own garden nest, and lit it like - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - a lily. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - O I should waste your time for days with talk - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - like this at present, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - If I described her thousand ways of making - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - things look pleasant! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - But, bless you, 'twere as well to try, when - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - thunder's at its dire work, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - To clear the air, and light the sky, by penny- - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - worths of firework. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - These gentle ways to hide her woe and make - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - my life a blessing, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Just made the after darkness grow more gloomy - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - and depressing. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Taunts, mocks, and jeers, coldness and sneers, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - insult and trouble daily, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - A thousand stabs that brought the tears, all - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - these she cover'd gaily; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - But when her fond eyes fell on <i>me</i>, the light of - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - love to borrow, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And Sister Anne began to see <i>I knew</i> her secret - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - sorrow, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - All of a sudden like a mask the loving cheat - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - forsook her, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And reckon I had all my task, for <i>illness</i> over- - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - took her. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - She took to bed, grew sad and thin, seem'd like - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - a spirit flying, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Smiled thro' her tears when I went in, but when - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - I left fell crying; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And as she languish'd in her bed, as weak and - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - wan as water, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - I thought of what her father said, "Take care of - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - my dear daughter!" - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Then I look'd round with secret eye upon her - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - many Sisters, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And close at hand I saw them lie, ready for use - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - —like blisters; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - They seemed with secret looks of glee, to keep - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - their wifely station; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - They set their lips and sneer'd at me, and - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - watch'd the situation. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - O Brother, I can scarce express the agony of - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - those moments, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - 1 fear your perfect saintliness, and dread your - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - cutting comments! - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - I prayed, I wept, I moan'd, I cried, I anguish'd - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - night and morrow, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - I watch'd and waited, sleepless-eyed, beside - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - that bed of sorrow. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - At last I knew, in those dark days of sorrow - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - and disaster, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Mine wasn't soil where you could raise a Saint - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - up, or a Pastor; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - In spite of careful watering, and tilling night - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - and morning, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - The weeds of vanity would spring without a - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - word of warning. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - I was and ever must subsist, labell'd on every - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - feature, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - A wretched poor <i>Monogamist</i>, a most inferior - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - creature— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Just half a soul, and half a mind, a blunder and - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - abortion, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Not finish'd half till I could find the other - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - missing portion! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And gazing on that missing part which I at last - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - had found out, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - I murmur'd with a burning heart, scarce strong - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - to get the sound out, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - "If from the greedy clutch of Fate I save this - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - chief of treasures, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - I will no longer hesitate, but take decided mea- - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - sures! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - A poor monogamist like me can <i>not</i> love half a - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - dozen, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Better by far, then, set them free! and take the - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Wife I've chosen! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Their love for me, of course, is small, a very - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - shadowy tittle, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - They will not miss my face at all, or miss it very - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - little. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - I can't undo what I have done, by my forlorn - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - embraces, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And call the brightness of the sun again into - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - their faces; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - But I <i>can</i> save one spirit true, confiding and - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - unthinking, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - From slowly curdling to a shrew or into swine- - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - dom sinking." - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - These were my bitter words of woe, my fears - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - were so distressing, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Not that I would reflect—O no!—on any living - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - blessing. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Thus, Brother, I resolved, and when she rose, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - still frail and sighing, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - I kept my word like better men, and bolted,— - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - and I'm flying. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Into oblivion I haste, and leave the world be- - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - hind me, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Afar unto the starless waste, where not a soul - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - shall find me. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - I send my love, and Sister Anne joins cordially, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - agreeing - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - I never was the sort of man for your high state - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - of being; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Such as I am, she takes me, though; and after - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - years of trying, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - From Eden hand in hand we go, like our first - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - parents flying; - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And like the bright sword that did chase the - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - first of sires and mothers, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Shines dear Tabitha's flaming face, surrounded - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - by the others: - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Shining it threatens there on high, above the - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - gates of heaven, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - And faster at the sight we fly, in naked shame, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - forth-driven. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Nothing of all my worldly store I take, 'twould - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - be improper, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - I go a pilgrim, strong and poor, without a single - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - copper. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Unto my Widows I outreach my property com- - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - pletely. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - There's modest competence for each, if it is - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - managed neatly. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - That, Brother, is a labour left to your sagacious - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - keeping;— - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Comfort them, comfort the bereft! I'm good as - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - dead and sleeping! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - A fallen star, a shooting light, a portent and an - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - omen, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - A moment passing on the sight, thereafter seen - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - by no men! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - I go, with backward-looking face, and spirit - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - rent asunder. - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - O may you prosper in your place, for you're a - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - shining wonder! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - So strong, so sweet, so mild, so good!—by - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Heaven's dispensation, - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Made Husband to a <i>multitude</i> and Father to a - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - <i>nation!</i> - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - May all the saintly life ensures increase and - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - make you stronger! - </p> - <p class="indent10"> - Humbly and penitently yours, - </p> - <p class="indent30"> - A. Clewson (<i>Saint no longer</i>). - </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <hr /> - <p> - <a name="link2H_4_0015" id="link2H_4_0015"> </a> - </p> - <div style="height: 4em;"> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> - </div> - <h2> - THK FARM IN THE VALLEY—SUNSET. - </h2> - <p class="indent20"> - Still the saintly City stands, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Wondrous work oF busy hands; - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Still the lonely City thrives, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Rich in worldly goods and wives, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - And with thrust-out jaw and set - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Teeth, the Yankee threatens yet— - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Half admiring and half riled, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Oft by bigger schemes beguiled, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Turning off his curious stare - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - To communities elsewhere. - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Always with unquiet eye - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Watching Utah on the sly. - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Long the City of the Plain - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Left its image on my brain: - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - White kiosks and gardens bright - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Rising in a golden light; - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Busy figures everywhere - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Bustling bee-like in the glare; - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - And from dovecots in green places, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Peep'd out weary women's faces, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Flushing faint to a thin cry - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - From the nursery hard by. - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - And the City in my thought - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Slept fantastically wrought, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Till the whole began to seem - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Like a curious Eastern dream, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Like the pictures strange we scan - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - In the tales Arabian: - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Tales of magic art and sleight, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Cities rising in a night, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - And of women richly clad, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Dark-eyed, melancholy, sad, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Ever with a glance uncertain, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Trembling at the purple curtain, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Lest behind the black slave stand - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - With the bowstring in his hand - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Happy tales, within whose heart - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Founts of weeping eyes upstart, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Told, to save her pretty head, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - By Scheherazad in bed! - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - All had faded and grown faint, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Save the figure of the Saint - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Who that memorable night - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Left the Children of the Light, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Flying o'er the lonely plain - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - From his lofty sphere of pain - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Oft his gentle face would flit - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - O'er my mind and puzzle it, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Ever waking up meanwhile - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Something of a merry smile, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Whose quick light illumined me - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - During many a reverie, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - When I puffed my weed alone. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Faint and strange the face had grown, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Tho' for five long years or so - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - I had watched it come and go, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - When, on busy thoughts intent, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - I into New England went, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - And one evening, riding slow - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - By a River that I know, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - (Gentle stream! I hide thy name, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Far too modest thou for fame!) - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - I beheld the landscape swim - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - In the autumn hazes dim, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - And from out the neighbouring dales - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Heard the thumping of the flails. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - All was hush'd; afar away - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - (As a novelist would say) - </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <hr /> - <p> - <a name="link2H_4_0016" id="link2H_4_0016"> </a> - </p> - <div style="height: 4em;"> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> - </div> - <h2> - SUNSET IN NEW ENGLAND - </h2> - <p class="indent20"> - Sank the mighty orb of day, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Staring with a hazy glow - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - On the purple plain below, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Where (like burning embers shed - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - From the sunset's glowing bed, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Dying out or burning bright, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Every leaf a blaze of light) - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Ran the maple swamps ablaze; - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Everywhere amid the haze, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Floating strangely in the air, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Farms and homesteads gather'd fair; - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - And the River rippled slow - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Thro' the marshes green and low, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Spreading oft as smooth as glass - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - As it fringed the meadow grass, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Making 'mong the misty fields - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Pools like golden gleaming shields. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Thus I walked my steed along, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Humming a low scrap of song, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Watching with an idle eye - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - White clouds in the dreamy sky - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Sailing with me in slow pomp. - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - In the bright flush of the swamp, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - While his dogs bark'd in the wood, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Gun in hand the sportsman stood; - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - And beside me, wading deep, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Stood the angler half asleep, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Figure black against the gleam - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Of the bright pools of the stream; - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Now and then a wherry brown - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - With the current drifted down - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Sunset-ward, and as it went - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Made an oar-splash indolent; - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - While with solitary sound, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Deepening the silence round, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - In a voice of mystery - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Faintly cried the chickadee- - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Suddenly the River's arm - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Rounded, and a lonely Farm - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Stood before me blazing red - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - To the bright blaze overhead; - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - In the homesteads at its side, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Cattle lowed and voices cried, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - And from out the shadows dark - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Came a mastiff's measured bark. - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Fair and fat stood the abode - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - On the path by which I rode, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - And a mighty orchard, strown - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Still with apple-leaves wind-blown, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Raised its branches gnarl'd and bare - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Black against the sunset air, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - And with greensward deep and dim, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Wander'd to the River's brim. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Close beside the orchard walk - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Linger'd one in quiet talk - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - With a man in workman's gear. - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - As my horse's feet drew near, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - The labourer nodded rough "good-day," - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Turned his back and loung'd away. - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Then the first, a plump and fat - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Yeoman in a broad straw hat, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Stood alone in thought intent, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Watching while the other went, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - And amid the sunlight red - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Paused, with hand held to his head. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - In a moment, like a word - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Long forgotten until heard, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Like a buried sentiment - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Born again to some stray scent, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Like a sound to which the brain - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Gives familiar refrain, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Something in the gesture brought - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Things forgotten to my thought; - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Memory, as I watched the sight. - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Flashed from eager light to light - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Remember'd and remember'd not, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Half familiar, half forgot. - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Stood the figure, till at last, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Bending eyes on his, I passed, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Gazed again, as loth to go, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Drew the rein, stopt short, and so - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Rested, looking back; when he, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - The object of my scrutiny, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Smiled and nodded, saying, "Yes! - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Stare your fill, young man! I guess - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - You'll know me if we meet again!" - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - In a moment all my brain - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Was illumined at the tone, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - All was vivid that had grown - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Faint and dim, and straight I knew; him, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Holding out my hand unto him, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Smiled, and called him by his name. - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Wondering, hearing me exclaim. - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Abraham Clewson (for'twas he) - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Came more close and gazed at me, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - As he gazed, a merry grin - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Brighten'd down from eyes to chin: - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - In a moment he, too, knew me, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Reaching out his hand unto me, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Crying "Track'd, by all that's blue - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Who'd have thought of seeing <i>you?</i> - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Then, in double quicker time - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Than it takes to make the rhyme, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Abe, with face of welcome bright, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Made me from my steed alight; - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Call'd a boy, and bade him lead - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - The beast away to bed and feed; - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - And, with hand upon my arm, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Led me off into the Farm, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Where, amid a dwelling-place - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Fresh and bright as her own face, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - With a gleam of shining ware - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - For a background everywhere, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Free as any summer breeze, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - With a bunch of huswife's keys - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - At her girdle, sweet and mild - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Sister Annie blush'd and smiled,— - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - While two tiny laughing girls, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Peeping at me through their curls, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Hid their sweet shamefacëdness - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - In the skirts of Annie's dress. - </p> - <p> - <br /> <br /><br /> - </p> - <hr /> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - That same night the Saint and I - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Sat and talked of times gone by, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Smoked our pipes and drank our grog - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - By the slowly smouldering log, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - While the clock's hand slowly crept - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - To midnight, and the household slept - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - "Happy?" Abe said with a smile, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - "Yes, in my <i>inferior</i> style, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Meek and humble, not like them - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - In the New Jerusalem." - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Here his hand, as if astray, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - For a moment found its way - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - To his forehead, as he said, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - "Reckon they believe I'm dead? - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Ah, that life of sanctity - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Never was the life for me. - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Couldn't stand it wet nor dry, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Hated to see women cry; - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Couldn't bear to be the cause - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Of tiffs and squalls and endless jaws - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Always felt amid the stir - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Jest a whited sepulchre; - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - And I did the best I could - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - When I ran away for good. - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Yet, for many a night, you know - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - (Annie, too, would tell you so), - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Couldn't sleep a single wink, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Couldn't eat, and couldn't drink, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Being kind of conscience-cleft - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - For those poor creatures I had left, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Not till I got news from there, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - And I found their fate was fair, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Could I set to work, or find - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Any comfort in my mind. - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Well (here Abe smiled quietly), - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Guess they didn't groan for me! - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Fanny and Amelia got - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Sealed to Brigham on the spot; - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Emmy soon consoled herself - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - In the arms of Brother Delf; - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - And poor Mary one fine day - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Packed her traps and tript away - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Down to Fresco with Fred Bates, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - A young player from the States: - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - While Sarah,'twas the wisest plan, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Pick'd herself a single man— - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - A young joiner fresh come down - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Out of Texas to the town— - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - And he took her with her baby, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - And they're doing well as maybe.'" - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Here the Saint with quiet smile, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Sipping at his grog the while, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Paused as if his tale was o'er, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Held his tongue and said no more. - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - "Good," I said, "but have you done? - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - You have spoke of all save one— - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - All your Widows, so bereft, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Are most comfortably left, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - But of one alone you said - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Nothing. Is the lady <i>dead?</i>" - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Then the good man's features broke - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Into brightness as I spoke, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - And with loud guffaw cried he, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - "What, Tabitha? Dead! Not she. - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - All alone and doing splendid— - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Jest you guess, now, how she's ended! - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Give it up? This very week - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - I heard she's at Oneida Creek, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - All alone and doing hearty, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Down with Brother Noyes's party. - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Tried the Shakers first, they say, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Tired of them and went away, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Testing with a deal of bother - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - This community and t'other, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Till she to Oneida flitted, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - And with trouble got admitted. - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Bless you, she's a shining lamp, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Tho' I used her like a scamp, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - And she's great in exposition - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Of the Free Love folk's condition, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Vowing, tho' she found it late, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Tis the only happy state.... - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - "As for me," added the speaker, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - "I'm lower in the scale, and weaker; - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Polygamy's beyond my merits, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Shakerism wears the spirits, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - And as for Free Love, why you see - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - (Here the Saint wink'd wickedly) - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - With my whim it might have hung - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Once, when I was spry and young; - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - But poor Annie's love alone - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Keeps my mind in proper tone, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - And tho' my spirit mayn't be strong, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - I'm lively—as the day is long." - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - As he spoke with half a yawn, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Half a smile, I saw the dawn - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Creeping faint into the gloom - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Of the quickly-chilling room. - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - On the hearth the wood-log lay, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - With one last expiring ray; - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Draining off his glass of grog, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Clewson rose and kick'd the log; - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - As it crumbled into ashes, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Watched the last expiring flashes, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - Gave another yawn and said, - </p> - <p class="indent20"> - "Well! I guess it's time for bed!" - </p> - <h3> - THE END. - </h3> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <hr /> - <p> - <a name="link2H_4_0017" id="link2H_4_0017"> </a> - </p> - <div style="height: 4em;"> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> - </div> - <h2> - BIBLIOGRAPHICAL NOTE ON ST. ABE AND HIS SEVEN WIVES. - </h2> - <p> - St. Abe and his Seven Wives was written in 1870, at a time when all the - Cockney bastions of criticism were swarming with sharp-shooters on the - look-out for "the d———d Scotchman" who had dared to - denounce Logrolling. It was published anonymously, and simultaneously <i>The - Drama of Kings</i> appeared with the author's name. The <i>Drama</i> was - torn to shreds in every newspaper; the Satire, because no one suspected - who had written it, was at once hailed as a masterpiece. Even the <i>Athenaum</i> - cried "all hail" to the illustrious Unknown. The <i>Pall Mall Gazette</i> - avowed in one breath that Robert Buchanan was utterly devoid of dramatic - power, while the author of <i>St. Abe</i> was a man of dramatic genius. - The secret was well kept, and the bewildered Cocknies did not cease - braying their hosannahs even when another anonymous work, <i>White Rose - and Red</i>, was issued by the same publisher. <i>St. Abe</i> went through - numerous editions in a very short space of time. - </p> - <p> - To one familiar with the process of book-reviewing, and aware of the - curious futility of even honest literary judgments, there is nothing - extraordinary in the facts which I have just stated. Printed cackle about - books will always be about as valuable as spoken cackle about them, and - the history of literature is one long record of the march of genius - through regions of mountainous stupidity. But there were some points about - the treatment of <i>St. Abe</i> which are worth noting, as illustrating - the way in which reviewing "is done" for leading newspapers. Example. The - publisher sent out "early sheets" to the great dailies, several of which - printed eulogistic reviews. The <i>Daily Telegraph</i>, however, was - cautious. After receiving the sheets, the acting or sub-editor sent a - message round to the publisher saying that a cordial review had been - written and was in type, but that "the Chief" wanted to be assured, before - committing himself to such an advertisement, about the authorship of the - work. "<i>Is</i> it by <i>Lowell?</i>" queried the jack-in-office; "only - inform us in confidence, and the review shall appear." Mr. Strahan either - did not reply, or refused to answer the question. Result—the cordial - review never appeared at all! - </p> - <p> - The general impression, however, was that the poem was written by James - Russell Lowell. One or two kind critics suggested Bret Harte, but these - were in a minority. No one suspected for one moment that the work was - written by a Scotchman who, up to that date, had never even visited - America. The <i>Spectator</i> (A Daniel come to judgment!) devoted a long - leading article to proving that humour of this particular kind could have - been produced only in the Far West, while a leading magazine bewailed the - fact that we had no such humourists in England, since "with Thackeray our - last writer of humour left us." - </p> - <p> - In America itself, the success of the book was less remarkable, and the - explanation was given to me in a letter from a publisher in the States, - who asserted that public feeling against the Mormons was so fierce and - bitter that even a joke at their expense could not be appreciated. "The - very subject of Mormondom," wrote my friend, "is regarded as indecent, - unsavoury, and offensive." In spite of all, the satire was appreciated, - even in America. - </p> - <p> - Already, however, its subject has ceased to be contemporary and become - historical. Mormonism, as I depicted it, is as dead as Slavery, for the - Yankee—as I foreshadowed he would do, in this very book—has - put down Polygamy. Future generations, therefore, may turn to this book as - they will turn to <i>Uncle Tom's Cabin</i>, for a record of a system which - once flourished, and which, when all is said and done, did quite as much - good as harm. I confess, indeed, that I am sorry for the Mormons; for I - think that they are more sinned against than sinning. Polygamy is - abolished in America, but a far fouler evil, Prostitution, flourishes, in - both public and private life. The Mormons crushed this evil and - obliterated it altogether, and if they substituted Polygamy, they only did - openly and politically what is done, and must be done, clandestinely, in - every country, under the present conditions of our civilisation. - </p> - <p> - The present is the first cheap edition of the book, and the first which - bears the author's name on the title page. It will be followed by a cheap - edition of <i>White Rose and Red</i>. I shall be quite prepared to hear - now, on the authority of the newspapers, that the eulogy given to <i>St. - Abe</i> on its first appearance was all a mistake, and that the writer - possesses no humour whatsoever. I was informed, indeed, the other day, by - a critic in the <i>Daily News</i>, that most of my aberrations proceeded - from "a fatal want of humour." The critic was reviewing the <i>Devil's - Case</i>, and his suggestion was, I presume, that I ought to have - perceived the joke of the Nonconformist Conscience and latterday - Christianity. I thought that I had done so, but it appears that I had not - been funny at all, or not funny enough. But my real misfortune was, that - my name was printed on the title page of the work then under review. - </p> - <p> - I cannot conclude this bibliographical note without a word concerning the - remarkable artist who furnished <i>St. Abe and his Seven Wives</i> with - its original frontispiece. The genius of the late A. B. Houghton is at - last receiving some kind of tardy recognition, chiefly through the efforts - of Mr. Pennell, whose criticisms on art have done so much to free the air - of lingering folly and superstition. When I sought out Mr. Houghton, and - persuaded him to put pencil to paper on my behalf, he was in the midst of - his life-long struggle against the powers of darkness. He died not long - afterwards, prematurely worn out with the hopeless fight. One of the last - of the true Bohemians, a man of undoubted genius, he never learned the - trick of wearing fine linen and touting for popularity; but those who - value good work hold him in grateful remembrance, and I am proud to think - that so great a master in black and white honoured me by associating - himself with a book of mine. - </p> - <p> - Robert Buchanan. - </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <hr /> - <p> - <a name="link2H_4_0018" id="link2H_4_0018"> </a> - </p> - <div style="height: 4em;"> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> - </div> - <h2> - ORIGINALLY PREFACED TO SAINT ABE AND HIS SEVEN WIVES. - </h2> - <h3> - TESTIMONIES OF DISTINGUISHED PERSONS. - </h3> - <p> - I. From P—————t G———t, - U.S. Smart. Polygamy is Greek for Secesh. Guess Brigham will have to make - tracks. - </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <p> - II. From R. W. E———n, Boston, U.S. - </p> - <p> - Adequate expression is rare. I had fancied the oracles were dumb, and had - returned with a sigh to the enervating society of my friends in Boston, - when your book reached me. To think of it! In this very epoch, at this - very day, poetry has been secreting itself silently and surely, and - suddenly the whole ocean of human thought is illumined by the accumulated - phosphoresence of a subtle and startling poetic life.. . . Your work is - the story of Polygamy written in colossal cipher the study of all - forthcoming ages. Triflers will call you a caricaturist, empty solemnities - will deem you a jester. Fools! who miss the pathetic symbolism of - Falstaff, and deem the Rabelaisan epos fit food for mirth.... I read it - from first page to last with solemn thoughts too deep for tears. I class - you already with the creators, with Shakespere, Dante, Whitman, Ellery - Channing, and myself. - </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <p> - III. From W———t W—————n, - Washington, U.S. - </p> - <h3> - I - </h3> - <p class="indent15"> - Our own feuillage; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - A leaf from the sweating branches of these States; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - A fallen symbol, I guess, vegetable, living, human; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - A heart-beat from the hairy breast of a man. - </p> - <h3> - 2 - </h3> - <p class="indent15"> - The Salon contents me not; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - The fine feathers of New England damsels content me not; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - The ways of snobs, the falsettos of the primo tenore, the legs - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - of Lydia Thomson's troupe of blondes, content me not; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Nor tea-drinking, nor the twaddle of Mr. Secretary Harlan, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - nor the loafers of the hotel bar, nor Sham, nor Long- - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - fellow's Village Blacksmith. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <h3> - 3 - </h3> - <p class="indent15"> - But the Prairies content me; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And the Red Indian dragging along his squaw by the scruff of - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - the neck; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And the bones of mules and adventurous persons in Bitter - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Creek; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And the oaths of pioneers, and the ways of the unwashed, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - large, undulating, majestic, virile, strong of scent, all - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - these content me. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <h3> - 4 - </h3> - <p class="indent15"> - Utah contents me; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - The City by the margin of the great Salt Lake contents me; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And to have many wives contents me; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Blessed is he who has a hundred wives, and peoples the - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - solitudes of these States. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <h3> - 5 - </h3> - <p class="indent15"> - Great is Brigham; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - Great is polygamy, great is monogamy, great is polyandry, - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - great is license, great is right, and great is wrong; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And I say again that wrong is every whit as good as right, and - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - not one jot better; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And I say further there is no such thing as wrong, nor any - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - such thing as right, and that neither are accountable, and - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - both exist only by allowance. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <h3> - 6 - </h3> - <p class="indent15"> - O I am wonderful; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And the world, and the sea, and joy and sorrow, and sense - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - and nonsense, all content me; - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - And this book contents me, with its feuillage from the City of - </p> - <p class="indent15"> - many wives. - </p> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p> - IV. From Elder F———k E—————s, - of Mt. L———n, U.S. - </p> - <p> - An amusing attempt to show that polygamy is a social failure. None can - peruse it without perceiving at once that the author secretly inclines to - the ascetic tenets of Shakerism. - </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <p> - V. From Brother T. H. N———s, O—————a - C————k. - </p> - <p> - After perusing this subtle study, who can doubt that Free Love is the - natural human condition? The utter selfishness of the wretched - monogamist-hero repels and sickens us; nor can we look with anything but - disgust on the obtusity of the heroine, in whom the author vainly tries to - awaken interest. It is quite clear that the reconstruction of Utah on O————a - C———k principles would yet save the State from the crash - which is impending. - </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <p> - VI. From E————-a F———-n H———-m, - of S—————n Island. - </p> - <p> - If <i>Polygamy</i> is to continue, then, I say, let <i>Polyandry</i> - flourish! Woman is the sublimer Being, the subtler Type, the more delicate - Mechanism, and, strictly speaking, <i>needs</i> many pendants of the - inferior or masculine Type to fulfil her mission in perfect comfort. Shall - Brigham Young, a mere Man, have sixteen wives; and shall one wretched - piece of humanity content <i>me</i>, that supreme Fact, <i>a perfect Woman</i>, - highest and truest of beings under God? No; if these things be tolerated, - I claim for each Woman, in the name of Light and Law, twenty ministering - attendants of the lower race; and the day is near when, if this boon, or - any other boon we like to ask, be denied us, it will be <i>taken with a - strong hand!</i> - </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <p> - VII. From T———s C————e, Esq., - Chelsea, England. - </p> - <p> - The titanic humour of the Conception does not blind me to the radical - falseness of the Teaching, wherein, as I shall show you presently, you - somewhat resemble the miserable Homunculi of our I own literary Wagners; - for, if I rightly conceive, you would tacitly and by inference urge that - it is expressly part of the Divine Thought that the <i>Ewigweibliche</i>, - or Woman-Soul, should be <i>happy</i>. Now Woman's <i>mundane</i> - unhappiness, as I construe, comes of her inadequacy; it is the stirring - within her of the Infinite against the Finite, a struggle of the spark - upward, of the lower to the higher Symbol. Will Woman's Rights Agitators, - and Monogamy, and Political Tomfoolery, do what Millinery has failed to - do, and waken one Female to the sense of divine Function? It is not <i>happiness</i> - I solicit for the Woman-Soul, but <i>Identity</i>; and the prerogative of - Identity is great work, Adequacy, pre-eminent fulfilment of the Function; - woman, in this country of rags and shams, being buried quick under masses - of Sophistication and Upholstery, oblivious of her divine duty to increase - the population and train the young masculine Idea starward. I do not care - if the wives of Deseret are pale, or faint, or uncultured, or unhappy; it - is enough for me to know that they have a numerous progeny, and believe in - Deity or the Divine Essence; and I will not conclude this letter without - recording my conviction that yonder man, Brigham Young by name, is perhaps - the clearest Intellect now brooding on this planet; that Friedrich was - royaller but not greater, and that Bismarck is no more than his equal; and - that he, this American, few in words, mark you, but great in deeds, has - decided a more stupendous Question than ever puzzled the strength of - either of those others,—the Question of the Sphere and Function in - modern life of the ever-agitating <i>Feminine Principle</i>. If, - furthermore, as I have ever held, the test of clearness of intellect and - greatness of soul be <i>Success</i>, at any price and under any - circumstances, none but a transcendental Windbag or a pedantic - Baccalaureus will doubt my assertion that Young is a stupendous - intellectual, ethical, and political Force—a Master-Spirit—a - Colossal Being, a moral Architect of sublime cunning—as such to be - reverenced by every right-thinking <i>Man</i> under the Sun. - </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <p> - VIII. From J———n R———n, Esq., London. - </p> - <p> - I am not generally appreciated in my own country, because I frequently - change my views about religion, art, architecture, poetry, and things in - general. Most of my early writings are twaddle, but my present opinions - are all valuable. I think this poem, with its nervous Saxon Diction, its - subtle humour, its tender pathos and piteousness, the noblest specimen of - narrative verse of modern times; and, indeed, I know not where to look, - out of the pages of Chaucer, for an equally successful blending of human - laughter and ethereal mystery. At the same time, the writer scarcely does - justice to the subject on the aesthetic side. A City where the streets are - broad and clean and well-watered, the houses surrounded by gardens full of - fruit and flowers; where the children, with shining, clean-washed faces, - curtsey to the Philosophers in the public places; where there are no - brothels and no hells; where life runs fresh, free, and unpolluted,—such - a City, I say, can hardly be the symbol of feminine degradation. More than - once, tired of publishing my prophetic warnings in the <i>Daily Telegraph</i>, - I have thought of bending my weary footsteps to the new Jerusalem; and I - might have carried out my intention long ago, if I had had a less profound - sense of my own unfitness for the duties of a Saint. - </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <p> - IX. From M————w A————d, - Esq., England. - </p> - <p> - Your poem possesses a certain rough primitive humour, though it appears to - me deficient in the higher graces of <i>sweetness</i> and <i>light.</i> - St. Paul would have entirely objected to the monogamical inference drawn - in your epilogue; and the fact that you draw any such inference at all is - to me a distressing proof that your tendency is to the Philistinism of - those authors who write for the British Matron. I fear you have not read - "Merope." - </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <hr /> - <p> - <a name="link2H_4_0019" id="link2H_4_0019"> </a> - </p> - <div style="height: 4em;"> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> - </div> - <h2> - SOME NOTICES OF THE FIRST EDITION. - </h2> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <p> - From the "GRAPHIC." - </p> - <p> - "Such vigorous, racy, determined satire has not been met with for many a - long day. It is at once fresh and salt as the sea.... The humour is - exquisite, and as regards literary execution, the work is masterly." - </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <p> - From the "PALL MALL GAZETTE." - </p> - <p> - "Although in a striking address to Chaucer the author intimates an - expectation that Prudery may turn from his pages, and though his theme is - certainly a delicate one, there is nothing in the book that a modest man - may not read without blinking, and therefore, we suppose, no modest woman. - On the other hand, the whole poem is marked with so much natural strength, - so much of the inborn faculties of literature—(though they are - wielded in a light, easy, trifling way)—that they take possession of - our admiration as of right. The chief characteristics of the book are - mastery of verse, strong and simple diction, delicate, accurate - description of scenery, and that quick and forcible discrimination of - character which belongs to men of dramatic genius. This has the look of - exaggerated praise. We propose, therefore, to give one or two large - samples of the author's quality, leaving our readers to judge from them - whether we are not probably right. If they turn to the book and read it - through, we do not doubt that they will agree with us." - </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <p> - From the "ILLUSTRATED REVIEW." - </p> - <p> - "The tale, however, is not to be read from reviews.... The variety of - interest, the versatility of fancy, the richness of description with which - the different lays and cantos are replete, will preclude the possibility - of tediousness. To open the book is to read it to the end. It is like some - Greek comedy in its shifting scenes, its vivid pictures, its rapidly - passing 'dramatis personae' and supernumeraries.. .. The author of 'St. - Abe,' who can write like this, may do more if he will, and even found a - new school of realistic and satirical poetry." - </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <p> - From the "DAILY NEWS." - </p> - <p> - "If the author of a 'Tale of Salt Lake City' be not a new poet, he is - certainly a writer of exceedingly clever and effective verses. They have - the ring of originality, and they indicate ability to produce something - still more remarkable than this very remarkable little piece. It merits a - place among works which every one reads with genuine satisfaction. It is a - piece which subserves one of the chief ends of poetry, that of telling a - tale in an unusually forcible and pleasant way.... If it be the author's - purpose to furnish a new argument against polygamous Mormons, by showing - the ridiculous side of their system, he has perfectly succeeded. The - extracts we have given show the varied, fluent, and forcible character of - his verse. None who read about Saint Abe and his Seven Wives can fail to - be amused and to be gratified alike by the manner of the verse and the - matter of the tale." - </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <p> - From the "SCOTSMAN." - </p> - <p> - "This book does not need much commendation, but it deserves a great deal. - The author of 'The Biglow Papers' might have written it, but there are - passages which are not unlike Bret Harte; and him we suspect. The - authorship, however, may be left out of notice. Men inquire who has - written a good book, that they may honour him; but if his name never be - heard, the book is none the less prized. In design and construction this - work has high merit. It is a good story and it is good poetry. The author - is a humourist and a satirist, and he has here displayed all his qualities - lavishly." - </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <p> - From the "NONCONFORMIST." - </p> - <p> - "Amazingly clever.... Besides its pure tone deserves warm recognition. The - humour is never coarse. There is a high delicacy, which is sufficient to - colour and sweeten the whole, as the open spring breeze holds everything - in good savour." - </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <p> - From the "SPECTATOR." - </p> - <p> - We believe that the new book which has just appeared, 'St. Abe and His - Seven Wives,' will paralyze Mormon resistance far more than any amount of - speeches in Congress or messages from President Grant, by bringing home to - the minds of the millions the ridiculous-diabolic side of the peculiar - institution. The canto called 'The Last Epistle of St. Abe to the - Polygamists,' with its humorous narrative of the way in which the Saint, - sealed to seven wives, fell in love with one, and thenceforward could not - abide the jealousy felt by the other six, will do more to weaken the last - defence of Mormonism—that after all, the women like it—than a - whole ream of narratives about the discontent in Utah. Thousands on whom - narrative and argument would make little or no impression, will feel how - it must be when many wives with burning hearts watch the husband's growing - love for one, when the favourite is sick unto death, and how 'they set - their lips and sneered at me and watched the situation,' and will - understand that the first price paid for polygamy is the suppression of - love, and the second, the slavery of women. The letter in which the first - point is proved is too long for quotation, and would be spoiled by - extracts; but the second could hardly be better proved than in these - humorous lines. - </p> - <p> - The descriptions of Saint Abe and his Seven Wives will be relished by - roughs in California as much as by the self-indulgent philosophers of - Boston.... Pope would have been proud, we fancy, of these terrible lines, - uttered by a driver whose <i>fiancée</i> has just been beguiled away by a - Mormon saint. - </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <p> - From the "ATHENÆUM." - </p> - <p> - "'Saint Abe and his Seven Wives' has a freshness and an originality, - altogether wanting in Mr. Longfellow's new work, 'The Divine Tragedy.' In - quaint and forcible language—language admirably suited to the theme; - the author takes us to the wondrous city of the saints, and describes its - inhabitants in a series of graphic sketches. The hero of the story is - Saint Abe, or Abraham Clewson, and in giving us his history the author has - really given us the inner life of the Mormon settlement. In his pages we - see the origin of the movement, the reasons why it has increased, the - internal weakness of the system, and the effect it produces on its - adherents. We are introduced to the saints, whom we see among their - pastures, in their homes, in their promenades, and in their synagogue." - </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <p> - From the "FREEMAN." - </p> - <p> - "A remarkable poem.... The production is anonymous, but whoever the author - may be there can be no question that he is a poet, and one of vast and - varied powers. The inner life of Mormondom is portrayed with a caustic - humour equal to anything in 'The Biglow Papers'; and were it not for the - exquisite elegance of the verse we should think that some parts of the - poem were written by Robert Browning. The hero of the poem is a Mormon, - who fares so badly as a polygamist that he elopes with one of his seven - wives—the one whom he really loves; and the story is a most - effective exposure of the evils which necessarily attach to polygamy." - </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <p> - From the "WEEKLY REVIEW." - </p> - <p> - "There can be no doubt that it is worthy of the author of 'The Biglow - Papers.' Since that work was published, we have received many humorous - volumes from across the Atlantic, but nothing equal to 'St. Abe.' As to - its form, it shows that Mr. Lowell has been making advances in the poetic - art; and the substance of it is as strong as anything in the entire range - of English satirical literature." - </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <p> - From the "BRITISH QUARTERLY REVIEW." - </p> - <p> - "The writer has an easy mastery over various kinds of metre, and a - felicity of easy rhyming which is not unworthy of our best writers of - satire..., The prevailing impression of the whole is of that easy strength - which does what it likes with language and rhythm. .... The style is light - and playful, with admirable touches of fine discrimination and rich - humour; but the purpose is earnest. .... The book is a very clever and a - very wholesome one. It is one of those strong, crushing, dramatic satires, - which do more execution than a thousand arguments." - </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <p> - From "TEMPLE BAR." - </p> - <p> - "It is said to be by Lowell. Truly, if America has more than one writer - who can write in such a rich vein of satire, humour, pathos, and wit, as - we have here, England must look to her laurels.... This is poetry of a - high order. Would that in England we had humourists who could write as - well. But with Thackeray our last writer of humour left us." - </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <p> - From the "WESTMINSTER REVIEW." - </p> - <p> - "'Saint Abe and his Seven Wives' may lay claim to many rare qualities. The - author possesses simplicity and directness. To this he adds genuine humour - and interposes dramatic power. Lastly, he has contrived to give a local - flavour, something of the salt of the Salt Lake to his characters, which - enables us to thoroughly realise them.... We will not spoil the admirable - canto 'Within the Synagogue' by any quotation, which, however long, cannot - possibly do it justice. We will merely say that this one hit is worth the - price of the whole book. In the author we recognise a true poet, with an - entirely original vein of humour." - </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <p> - From the "MANCHESTER GUARDIAN." - </p> - <p> - "It is thoroughly American, now rising into a true imaginative intensity, - but oftener falling into a satirical vein, dealing plainly enough with the - plague-spots of Salt Lake society and its wily, false prophets.... Like - most men capable of humour, the author has command of a sweeter and more - harmonious manner. Indeed, the beautiful descriptive and lyrical fragments - stand in vivid and reflecting relief to the homely staple of the poem." - </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <p> - From the "TORONTO GLOBE." - </p> - <p> - "It is impossible to deny that the praises bestowed on 'St. Abe and his - Seven Wives' as a work of literary power are deserved." - </p> - <div style="height: 6em;"> - <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> - </div> - - - - - - - -<pre> - - - - - -End of Project Gutenberg's Saint Abe snd His Seven Wives, by Robert Buchanan - -*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SAINT ABE SND HIS SEVEN WIVES *** - -***** This file should be named 52459-h.htm or 52459-h.zip ***** -This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: - http://www.gutenberg.org/5/2/4/5/52459/ - -Produced by David Widger from page images generously -provided by the Internet Archive - - -Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions will -be renamed. - -Creating the works from print editions not protected by U.S. copyright -law means that no one owns a United States copyright in these works, -so the Foundation (and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United -States without permission and without paying copyright -royalties. 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