One of the most magnificent collections of books and manuscripts pertaining to English and American history and literature is housed in the Henry E. Huntington Library and Art Gallery, a privately endowed institution in San…
Had Brigham Young adhered to Sam Brannan’s advice and settled in California, San Francisco might have become the Mecca of Mormonism. Young stopped in the Great Salt Lake Valley and San Francisco had to be content with lesser glories. However, California did produce a number of interesting Mormon-related books, pamphlets, and broadsides. A list of these works, as they appear in Clifford Merrill Drury’s California Imprints, 1846-1878 Pertaining to Social, Educational, and Religious Subjects (privately printed for the author, 1970, is printed below for the reader’s edification. Those interested in the location of the works should consult Drury’s volume.
A thorough study of Utah’s troubled relations with the Federal Government during the last quarter of the nineteenth century has been long over due. Interest in Utah’s pioneer era has dominated historical scholarship, to the…
Andrew Karl Larson’s Erastus Snow: The Life of a Missionary and Pioneer for the Early Mormon Church is a biography written, as the author candidly points out in his preface, “at the behest of Erastus…
When Samuel W. Taylor began toying with the idea of writing on the Nauvoo period of Mormon history, his editor undoubtedly pointed out that as fiction the subject was strictly a zero. Who would believe…
Dialogue departs from its usual review format in the following exchange of points of view on W. Cleon Skousen’s latest book, The Naked Capitalist
My early school years, until I was in the seventh grade, in fact, were spent in a two-room school. The school was in southern Arkansas, three miles from the nearest town, El Dorado—El Dorader, we…
There was a time
When the measure of the earth
Was lions.
And the earth was full of lions,
Somewhere, deep in the background of the world,
Lost in this traffic of hurrying men,
A forgotten bush burns vaguely.
No one turns aside to see,
No, Father, I never got over
that first rush of anger
like wings folding round me
as I discovered the world