Letter from Orson Hyde, 15 June 1841

“O! gracious Father! I ask thee in the  name of thy holy child Jesus, to bless  with thy Royal favor, the weak exertions  of thy humble servant; and make this  production a blessing to all people who  may be favored with a perusal of its pa ges. Wherever it shall go, let it be a  messenger of conviction to the wicked:  and a harbinger of peace to the righteous.  Let its contents be borne upon every  breeze, and wafted to the remotest climes.  Let the angel of the covenant go before  it, and prepare its way. Let its heaven ly influence be distilled upon the rich and  fertile soil of humble and honest hearts.”
“Go forth, therefore, little volume to  other nations and tongues; and may the  Almighty speed your way; and like a  sharp two-edged sword, cut thy way  through the prejudices of this genera tion,—encamp with all thy virtues in the  hearts of the people, and there let thy  principles be enthroned.”
One thing I was pleased with,  which I noticed in the Times and Sea sons, the remarks made on the use  of intoxicating spirits. In my heart,  they found a corresponding echo. I  should not be willing to indulge the  thought for a moment that the saints in  Nauvoo would quietly stand still, and  see a brother gorge himself with that  strong drink which makes a hell of his  home, and rolls the fiery flood of ruin,  over the affections of his once happy  family. No; they will dash from his  lips the cup of wretchedness; and sharp ly rebuke the homicide that sells to him  the wine of wrath, and measures to him  his wife’s tears by the pint, the quart,  the gallon, and the jug-ful.
May the lightnings of heaven forever  blast, (I had almost said) those brews of  strong drink which send forth their cor rupt and poisonous streams to sweep  down, in their filthy current, men of  sterling talents to an untimely grave.—  May the saints of God stand as far from  them, as Lot stood from Sodom in its  evil day. This dizzy flood has some times entered the house of worship—in vaded the sacred desk, and hushed, in  death, forever, the voice that could plead,  like an angel, the cause of God and man.
I have just received a note from Dr.  Solomon Hirschell, President Rabbi of the He brew community in this country, in re ply to a very polite note which I sent to  him, requesting the indulgence of a per sonal interview with him: But in conse quence of a very severe accident which  befel him, he is confined to his room, and  unable, at this time, to grant the asked  indulgence. -[His leg is broken.]-
I have addressed to him a communica tion upon the subject of my mission; a  copy of which I transmit to you. It may  not be altogether uninterresting to the  saints and friends in America.
“Rev’d Sir,
I cannot but express my sorrow  and regret at the misfortune under which  you labor, in consequence of the severe  accident which befel you; and by which  you are confined to your room. Please  accept Sir, the sincere wishes of a stran ger, that you may speedily recover from  the injury you sustained in consequence  of the accident; and resume the labors  which your high and responsible station  calls you to perform.”
“Feeling that I may not enjoy the  privilege and happiness of a personal in terview with you, I hope you will indulge  the liberty which I now presume to take  in addressing a written communication  to you, embracing some of those things  which I had fondly hoped, would have  been the foundation of a mutual inter change of thought between us: But as  Providence has laid an embargo upon  that distinguished privilege, I must fore go, at this time, the pleasure of a verbal  relation of those things pertaining to your  nation, with which my mind is deeply  affected.”
“Since I have arrived to years of more  mature reflection, and become religiously  inclined, the writings of the Jewish  prophets have won my affections; and  the scattered and oppressed condition of  that people, has enlisted the finest sym pathies of my heart. Believing there fore, that the words of Hosea the proph et 2. 23, connected with your magna nimity, will prohibit the indulgence of  any prejudice in your feelings against  the author of this production, in conse quence of his not being able, by any ex isting document or record, to identify  himself with your nation.”
“About nine years ago, a young man  with whom I had had a short acquaint ance, and one, too, in whom dwelt much  wisdom and knowledge—in whose bosom  the Almighty had deposited many se crets, laid his hands upon my head, and  pronounced these remarkable words: ‘In [p. 552]
Orson Hyde, Letter, London, England, to JS, Nauvoo, IL, 15 June 1841; in Times and Seasons, 1 Oct. 1841, 2:551–555.