| 170 P. P. Pratt, Caleb Baldwin, and Alanson Brown, as fugatives [fugitives] from justice. The demand, it seems, has been complied with by Gov. Carlin, and an order issued for their apprehension: accordingly our place has recently received a visit from the Sheriff for these men; but, through the tender mercies of a kind Providence, who by his power has sustained, and once delivered them from the hands of the blood-thirsty and savage race of beings in the shape of men that tread Missouri's delightful soil; they were not to be found; as the Lord would have it, they were gone from home, and the Sheriff returned, of course, without them.
These men do not feel disposed to AGAIN try the solemn realities of mob law in that state; and a free and enlightened republic should respond against it, for Missouri has no claim on them, but they have claim on Missouri. What right have they to demand of Gov. Carlin, as fugatives [fugitives] from justice, men against whom no process had ever been found in that state. No not so much as the form of a process. They were taken by a mob militia, and draged [dragged] from every thing that was dear and sacred, and tried (without their knowledge) by a court martial, condemned to be shot, but failing in this, they were forced into confinement, galled with chains, deprived of the comforts of life, and even that which was necessary to save life, then brought to a pretended trial, without having a legal process served, and then deprived of the privilege of defence [defense]. They were taken by a mob tried, condemed [condemned], and imprisoned by the same; and this Missouri cannot deny. What a beautiful picture Gov. Boggs has presented to the world; after driving 12,000 inhabitants from their homes, forcing them to leave the state under the pain of extermination and confiscating their property, and murdering innocent men, women, and children, then, because that a few made their escape from this murdering hand, and have found protection in a land of equal rights so that his plans and designs have all been unfruitful, to that extent that he has caused Mormonism to spread with double vigor; he now has the presumption to demand them back in order that his thirst for innocent blood may yet be satiated.-He has no business with them, they have not escaped from justice, but from the hands of a cursed, infuriated inhuman, set, or race, of beings who are enemies to their country, to their God, to themselves and to every principle of righteousness and humanity.-They loath christianity and dispise [despise] the people of God, they war against truth and inherit lies; virtue they tread under their feet, while vice with her ten thousand offsprings is their welcome associate, therefore, men on whom Missouri has no claim she cannot no she never shall HAVE.
An address delivered at the funeral of JOSEPH SMITH Sen. late Patriarch of the church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, by R. B. Thompson, September 15th, 1840.
The occasion which has brought us together this day, is one of no ordinary importance, for not only has a single family to mourn and sorrow on accout [account] of the death of the individual, whose funeral obsequies, we this day celebrate; but a whole society; yes, thousands will this day have to say, a Father in Israel is gone. The man whom we have been accustomed to look up to as a Patriarch, a Father and a Counsellor [counselor], is no more an inhabitant of mortality; he has droped [dropped] his clay tenement, bid adieu to terrestrial scenes, and his spirit now free and unincumbered [unencumbered], roams, and expatiates in that world, where the spirits of just men made perfect dwell, and where pain and sickness, tribulation and death cannot come.
The friends we have lost prior to our late venerable, and lamented father, were such as rendered life sweet, and in whose society we took great pleasure, and who shed a lustre [luster] in the several walks of life in which they moved, and to whom we feel endeared by friendship's sacred ties: Their virtues and kindnesses will long be remembered by the sorrowing widow, the disconsolate husband, the weeping children, the almost distracted and heart broken parent, and by a large circle of acquaintances and friends. These like the stars in yonder firmament, shone in their several spheres, and filled that station in which they had been called
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