articulars the loftiest efforts within my former experience, that I
could think of no comparison for him but Jack Bunsby taken to exhorting.
Witness a sample:--

"Seven women shall take a hold o' one man! There!" (with a slap on the
back of the nearest subject for conversion). "What d' ye think o' that?
Shall! _Shall_ take a hold on him! That don't mean they _sha'n't_, does
it? No! God's word means what it says. And therefore means no
otherwise,--not in no way, shape, nor manner. Not in no _way_, for He
saith, 'I am the _way_--and the truth and the life.' Not in no _shape_,
for a man beholdeth his nat'ral _shape_ in a glass; nor in no _manner_,
for he straightway forgetteth what manner o' man he was. Seven women
_shall_ catch a hold on him. And ef they _shall_, then they _will_! For
everything shall come to pass, and not one good word shall fall to the
ground. You who try to explain away the Scriptur' would make it
fig'rative. But don't come to ME with none o' your spiritooalizers! Not
_one_ good word shall fall. Therefore _seven_ shall not fall. And ef
seven shall catch a hold on him,--and, as I jist proved, seven _will_
catch a hold on him,--then seven _ought_,--and in the Latter-Day Glory,
_seven_, yea, as our Lord said un-tew Peter, 'Verily I say un-tew you,
not seven, but seventy times seven,' these seventy times seven shall
catch a hold and cleave. Blessed day! For the end shall be even as the
beginnin', and seventy-fold more abundantly. Come over into my garden."

This invitation would wind up the homily. We gladly accepted it, and I
must confess, that, if there ever could be any hope of our conversion,
it was just about the time we stood in Brother Heber's fine orchard,
eating apples and apricots between exhortations, and having sound
doctrine poked down our throats with gooseberries as big as plums, to
take the taste out of our mouths, like jam after castor-oil.

Porter Rockwell is a man whom my readers must have heard of in every
account of fearlessly executed massacre committed in Utah during the
last thirteen years. He is the chief of the Danites,--a band of saints
who possess the monopoly of vengeance upon Gentiles and apostates. If a
Mormon tries to sneak off to California by night, after converting his
property into cash, their knives have the inevitable duty of changing
his destination to another state, and bringing back his goods into the
Lord's treasury. Their bullets are the ones which find their une