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Governor Thomas Ford and the Murderers of Joseph Smith

Dialogue 4.2 (Summer 1969): 41–52
Member and non members have criticized Governor Thomas Ford of Illinois for his inability to save Joseph Smith and his brother Hyrum. Huntress was arguing that Governor Ford had a lot of difficulties that he had to deal with at that time.

The Arab-Israeli Conflict: A Mormon Dilemma?

The power struggle inherent in the Arab-Israeli confrontation is taking place in a deep chasm of conflicting goals and aspirations. The visible issues that separate the Arabs and Israelis may not seem overly complex to…

The Reliability of the Early History of Lucy and Joseph Smith

Dialogue 4.2 (Summer 1971): 13–28
Mormon history is a part of this magnificent proliferation of data and research techniques. Its own archives are in the midst of classification by professionally competent standards. There is hope for a new era, in which Mormon and non-Mormon may meet on the common ground of objective fact.

For the Children of the Promise

There must be nearly one hundred separate works interpreting the L.D.S. Church for children. A good number of writers, illustrators and publishers turn out these books, and so, while they all aim at teaching the…

Out of the Best Books

The five volume series in world literature edited for the Relief Society by Professors Bruce B. Clark and Robert K. Thomas of Brigham Young University is a landmark production. Not only does Out of the…

The Church’s Dramatic Literature

At the time of the organization of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter day Saints in 1830, the religious world generally was antagonistic to the idea of leisure time being spent in any way…

Mid-Century Mormon Novels

One general statement can be made about the Mormon novels published since 1940: they are as varied as the attitudes about Mormonism and the philosophies about literature. There are books which pretend to be novels…

An Exit From Utah

My knot, my clot, my Utah, 
Good gouty wrinkled nurse 
Turned dear disease, insufferable 
Sweet scurf, my bloat, my fever, 
You’re all the pain I am. 
And I’ll prescribe our health: 

From Utah Poems: To Elias

I brought my daughters to your grave
There in the river’s bend 
Not far from where, their age, 
I watched you dedicate the monument
To Jim Bridger: trapper, river-searcher. 

You lay deep in Utah’s summer
So still they couldn’t imagine 
This was their grandfather, 
Yourself a monument now 
To probing dry country.

The Beam

How things really are
we would like to know.
Does Time flow,

or is it atomized
in instants hammered
around the clock’s face?