Corianton: A Nephite StoryRoberts, B. H. (Brigham Henry)
Religion
Corianton: A Nephite Story
Roberts, B. H. (Brigham Henry)
Latter Day Saints -- Fiction
Korihor looked around him, but no one gave him recognition as a
friend; those who had accompanied him into the hall stood terror
stricken, and amazement was depicted in every countenance. He realized
that he was deserted in this his extremity, and with a gurgling cry he
fled from the hall and the city.
The vast audience which had breathlessly witnessed this remarkable
scene and the demonstration of the power of God, began to break up,
and quietly leave the hall, each person too deeply impressed with what
he had witnessed to speak to his neighbor. The Chief Judge and the
High Priest were among the last to depart. As the latter was
approaching the door his robe was clutched, and turning round he stood
face to face with his wayward son--Corianton.
CHAPTER FIVE.
THE NEW CONVERT.
For a moment father and son faced each other, but neither spoke. The
proud head of Corianton was bowed, his lips quivered with emotion. The
father held out his hand, and the young man grasped it. "Father," he
said, in humbled tone, "I have sinned against God, and against thee; I
pray you pardon me, and ask thy God to pardon me, too."
"Corianton, thy rebellion against God is in truth a grievous sin. But
youth is thoughtless and wayward, impatient of restraint, easily
misled, and often, too, by generous impulses. The high sounding
phrase, the reckless plea for unbridled license, miscalled liberty, of
which men of Korihor's type well know the influence, the mocking jests
at sober, righteous lives, the boldness which dares mock at sacred
things, and bid defiance even to God, hath in it a false daring which
captures inconsiderate youth, and works its ruin. I do remember my own
youth, Corianton, and how in my mad folly I threw away restraint,
consorted with the wicked, mocked the righteous, and impiously
blasphemed the name of God, and afflicted my noble father's soul as
thou hast mine--but I forgive thee," hastily added the Priest, as a
great sob escaped his son, "as he did me; and so far as my earnest
prayer can pluck down God's forgiveness on thy head, be assured, my
son, my most dear son, God shall forgive thee, too." With these words
ho fondly embraced Corianton, and a few moments later they left the
Hall of Justice together.
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