The Planters' banner. [volume] (Franklin, Attakapas Co., Lou.) 1849-1872, 1851-06-21
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THE MORMON PROPHET.
FOUNDED ON A RECENT FACT.

One lovely day, at noon, in August,
1850, the inhabitants of the little village
of R, in Lincolnshire, were unusu-
ally astir. Groups of men and boys in
working attire might have been seen
collected here and there. Women
fingered on the threshold of their dwell
Ings, unwilling. by an attention to their
domestic avocations, to lose one iota of
that piquant dish called scandal, which,
e In ev'ry cline, in ev'ry clime,''
appears so well to suit the female palate.
The appearance of two strange horse
men, approaching this out-of-the-way
village, slightly diversified the atten-
ton Of our rustic dramatis persona, until
now wholly engrossed with more i'm
mediate object of interest. Let US fol-
low the example of the good people of
R, and take glance at their phisi-
ognomy and appearance. The elder of
these equestrians possessed Vlsage at
once striking and prepossessing.-
Intellect marred by low cunning-fa-
naticism mingled with if not overpow-
cred by hypocrisy-lips that valnly en-
deavored TO curb an habitual smile
eyes now flashing with scornful pride,
now raised to heaven with an air of
sanctiied humility such were the
prevailing characteristics of his coun-
Ienanee. His dress. without being re-
markable for singularity, was arranged
more for effect than in accordance with
the prevailing fashion of the day. His
companion formed pleasing contrast
to this repelling parsonage. He was
young and handsome; his features more
expressive of good-nature than common
sense, and he evidently appertained to
a class common enough in agricultural
districts, wealthy gentlemen-farmers.
Dreaming still of the beautiful un-
beheVern exclaimed the elder, in a
voice more powerful than melodious
"can unutterable bliss be obtained
without sacrifice 90
Sacrifice m retorted the young man,
Rsacrifice! Was It nothing, think you,
10 leave childless an aged mother 2
nothing to relinquish my own true
hearted Mariona Nothing ?-and for
what? to3n
Patience, my son." interrupted the
first speaker, this day-the voice of
the Most High has proclaimed it to me
this day shall the truth be made mani
fest; powerful as the whirwind when it
rushes headlong on its course, pure as
the drops that glisten in the sun, bound
less asthe expanse Of the starry worlds,
eternal as the city of the Lord Yes,
my pupil,n he continued in an elevated
tone, this day shall thy future destiny
be dacided-this day shall prove me a
prophet or a deceiver.n
As he concluded these words, they
entered the one long solitary street Of
r..
aHollo y he cried, as he reined in his |
horse at the Rose and Crown, which |
from time immemorial had enjoyed
state of single blessedness as the sole
ann of the village. "What! all the
world turned holiday seekers Alas!
poor misguided mortals, CROPPING in
darkness-o
His pathetic exordium was here m
fortunately curtailed by the shrill voice
Of an old woman in a flaming red cloak,
who. in That musical % patois. impossi-
be to be conveyed npon paper, peculiar
to the rustic denizens of fenny Lincoln
shire exclaimed,
aThee maunna gang there, mon;
you'll be clean left 10 shift for yourself