The same was the case with Joe Smith, an idle, shiftless lad, utterly
incapable of conceiving, far less of executing the project of founding a
new church. He was ignorant, illiterate, and weak, and of bad
reputation. I knew his family, and even him also, in my boyhood, before
he became a prophet. He was one of those persons in whose hand the
divining-rod will operate, and he and others of his family spent much
time in searching with the rod for watercourses, minerals, and hidden
treasures. Every mesmerizer would at once have recognized him as an
impressible subject. He also could throw himself, by artificial means,
that of a peculiar kind of stone, which he called his Urim and Thummim,
into the sleep-waking state, in which only would he or could he
prophesy. In that state he seemed another man. Ordinarily his look was
dull, and heavy, almost stupid; his eye had an inexpressive glare, and
he was rough, and rather profane. But the moment he consulted his Urim
and Thummim, and the spirit was upon him, his face brightened up, his
eye shone and sparkled as living fire, and he seemed instinct with a
life and energy not his own. He was in those times, as one of his
apostles assured me, “awful to behold.”
Much nonsense has been vented by the press about the origin of his
Bible, or the Book of Mormon. The most ridiculous as well as the most
current version of the affair is, that the book was originally written
as a novel, by one Spalding, a Presbyterian minister in Pennsylvania,
and that Joe got hold of the manuscript and published it as a new Bible.
This version is refuted by a simple perusal of the book itself, which is
too much and too little to have had such an origin. In his normal state,
Joe Smith could never have written the more striking passages of the
Book of Mormon; and any man capable of doing it, could never have
written any thing so weak, silly, utterly unmeaning as the rest. No man
ever dreamed of writing it as a novel, and whoever had produced it in
his normal state, would have made it either better in its feebler parts,
or worse in its stronger passages.
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