The Mormon Prophet and His Harem: Or, An Authentic History of Brigham Young, His Numerous Wives and ChildrenWaite, C. V. (Catherine Van Valkenburg)
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The Mormon Prophet and His Harem: Or, An Authentic History of Brigham Young, His Numerous Wives and Children
Waite, C. V. (Catherine Van Valkenburg)
Latter Day Saint churches; Young, Brigham, 1801-1877
_Elo._ O woman, fair but frail. Why hast thou done this deed of sin?
_Eve._ "The serpent me beguiled, and I did eat."
_Elo._ "Because thou hast done this, thou art accursed above all
cattle, each beast of the field. Upon thy belly grovelling thou shalt
go, and dust shalt eat, all the days of thy life. Between thee and the
woman I will put enmity, and between thine and her seed: her seed shall
bruise thy head, thou bruise his heel." And thou, O Eve, "thy sorrow I
will greatly multiply by thy conception: children thou shalt bring in
sorrow forth, and to thy husband's will thine shall submit; he over thee
shall rule." And thou, O Adam, "because thou hast hearkened to the voice
of thy wife, and eaten of the tree concerning which I charged thee,
saying, 'Thou shalt not eat thereof;' cursed is the ground for thy sake;
thou in sorrow shalt eat thereof all the days of thy life; thorns also
and thistles it shall bring thee forth unbid; and thou shalt eat the
herb of the field; in the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till
thou return unto the ground; for thou out of the ground wast taken; know
thy birth; for dust thou art, and shalt to dust return."
_Elo._ [To Jehovah, Jesus, and Michael.] "Behold the man is become as
one of us, knowing good from evil; and now, lest he in some unguarded
hour put forth his hand, take of the tree of life, and live forever, we
must forth from hence expel him." We will place from Eden eastward
cherubims, and flaming sword, turning which way soever he may attempt an
entrance.
_Adam._ "O miserable of happy! Is this the end of this new, glorious
world?--and me, so late the glory of that glory? Accursed of blessed,
hide me from the face of God, whom to behold was once my height of
happiness."
_Eve._ "O unexpected stroke, worse than of death! Must I thus leave
thee, Paradise?--thus leave thee, native soil,--these happy walks and
shades, fit haunt of Gods, where I had hoped to spend, quiet though sad,
the respite of that day that must be mortal to us both? O flowers! that
never will in other climate grow, my earliest visitation and my last at
even, which I bred up with tender hand, from the first opening bud, and
gave ye names! Who now shall rear ye to the sun, or rank your tribes,
and water from the ambrosial fount? Thee, lastly, nuptial bower! by me
adorned with what to sight or smell was sweet! From thee, how shall I
part, and whither wander, down into a world, to this obscure and wild?
How shall we breathe in other air, less pure, accustomed to immortal
fruits?"
_Elo._ O man, thy cries of penitence and woe have reached my ears. I
will a plan unfold, obedience to which, rendered with deep humility,
shall by degrees redeem and bring you back to Heaven.
My holy priesthood I henceforth establish upon Earth. To those endowed
with that high calling, as unto me, shalt thou with reverence bow. Their
power supreme, commands indisputable, in my stead, I appoint them unto
you. They are to act henceforth as I myself.
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