The Autobiography of Parley Parker Pratt: One of the Twelve Apostles of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, Embracing His Life, Ministry, and Travels — John Shaqi
The Autobiography of Parley Parker Pratt: One of the Twelve Apostles of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, Embracing His Life, Ministry, and TravelsPratt, Parley P. (Parley Parker)
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The Autobiography of Parley Parker Pratt: One of the Twelve Apostles of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, Embracing His Life, Ministry, and Travels
Pratt, Parley P. (Parley Parker)
Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints -- Apostles -- Biography; Pratt, Parley P. (Parley Parker), 1807-1857
I was soon ordered to prison, or to pay a sum of money which I
had not in the world. It was now a late hour, and I was still
retained in court, tantalized, abused and urged to settle the
matter, to all of which I made no reply for some time. This greatly
exhausted their patience. It was near midnight. I now called on
brother Petersen to sing a hymn in the court. We sung, "O how happy
are they." This exasperated them still more, and they pressed us
greatly to settle the business, by paying the money.
I then observed as follows: "May it please the court, I have one
proposal to make for a final settlement of the things that seem to
trouble you. It is this: if the witnesses who have given testimony
in the case will repent of their false swearing, and the magistrate
of his unjust and wicked judgment and of his persecution,
blackguardism and abuse, and all kneel down together, we will pray
for you, that God might forgive you in these matters."
"My big bull dog pray for me," says that Judge.
"The devil help us," exclaimed another.
They now urged me for some time to pay the money; but got no
further answer.
The court adjourned, and I was conducted to a public house over
the way, and locked in till morning; the prison being some miles
distant.
In the morning the officer appeared and took me to breakfast;
this over, we sat waiting in the inn for all things to be ready to
conduct me to prison. In the meantime my fellow travellers came
past on their journey, and called to see me. I told them in an
undertone to pursue their journey and leave me to manage my own
affairs, promising to overtake them soon. They did so. After
sitting awhile by the fire in charge of the officer, I requested to
step out. I walked out into the public square accompanied by him.
Said I, "Mr. Peabody, are you good at a race?" "No," said he, "but
my big bull dog is, and he has been trained to assist me in my
office these several years; he will take any man down at my
bidding. Well, Mr. Peabody, you compelled me to go a mile, I have
gone with you two miles. You have given me an opportunity to
preach, sing, and have also entertained me with lodging and
breakfast. I must now go on my journey; if you are good at a race
you can accompany me. I thank you for all your kindness--good day,
sir."
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