Letter from Orson Hyde, 17 July 1841

slumber in my bosom; but the winds of  foreign climes have fanned it into a flame.
I have seen some of the finest speci mens of painting and sculpture of both  ancient and modern times. The vast va riety of curiosities, also, from every coun try on the Globe, together with every nov elty that genius could invent or imagina tion conceive which I have been compel led to witness in the course of my travels,  would be too heavy a tax upon my time  to describe, and upon your patience to  read. I have witnessed the wealth and  splendor of many of the towns of Europe, —have gazed with admiration upon her  widely extended plains—her lofty moun tains—her mouldering castles,—and her  extensive vineyards: For at this season,  nature is clad in her bridal robes, and  smiles under the benign jurisprudence of  her Author.
I have, also, listened to the blandish ments, gazed upon the pride and fashion  of a world grown old in luxury and re finement, viewed the pageantry of Kings,  Queens, lords and nobles; and am now  where military honor, and princely dig nity, must bow at the shrine of clerical  superiority. In fine, my mind has be come cloyed with novelty, pomp and show;  and turns with disgust from the glare of  fashion to commune with itself in retired  meditation.
Were it consistent with the will of De ity, and consonant with the convictions of  my own bosom; most gladly would I re treat from the oppressing heat of public  life, and seek repose in the cool and re freshing shades of domestic endearments,  and bask in the affections of my own lit tle family circle. But the will of God be  done! Can the Mesiah’s kingdom but be  advanced through my toil, privation, and  excessive labours; and at last sanctify  my work through the effusion of my own  blood! I yield, O Lord! I yield to thy  righteous mandate! Imploring help from  thee in the hour of trial, and strength  in the day of weakness to faithfully en dure until my immortal spirit shall be  driven from its earthly mansion to find a  refuge in the bosom of its God.
If the friends in America shall be ede fied in reading this letter from Bro. Hyde,  I hope they will remember one thing; and  that is this; that he hopes he has a wife  and two children living there; but the  distance is so great between him and them,  that his arm is not long enough to admin ister to their wants. I have said enough.  Lord, bless my wife and children, and  the hand that ministers good to them in  the name of Jesus Christ, Amen. Adieu  for the present.
Good rest on all the saints,  throughout the world,
Orson Hyde, Letter, Ratisbon, Bavaria, to JS, Nauvoo, IL, 17 July 1841; in Times and Seasons, 15 Oct. 1841, 2:570–573.