"Shoot away! I have endured so much I am weary of life; kill me, if you please." After repeated failures to have him executed in a legal way, his enemies said: "If we cannot reach him by law, powder and ball shall," which was at last fulfilled at the well-curb at Carthage jail. "Our Patriarch and Prophet, too, Were massacred; they bled To seal their testimony,--They were numbered with the dead, Ah, tell me, are they sleeping? Me thinks I hear them say, 'Death's icy chains are bursting, 'Tis the Resurrection day!' * * * * * * * * * * "Oh, wretched murd'rers, fierce for human blood! You've slain the Prophets of the living God, Who've borne oppression from their early youth, To plant on earth the principles of truth." End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Reminiscences of Joseph the Prophet, by Edward Stevenson