[Commerce. May 27th, 1839]

              Sidney Rigdon, letter to the editor, 27 May 1839. Quincy Whig ( Quincy, Illinois) 2,
no. 6 ( 8 June 1839): 1.
COMMERCE. May 27th, 1839.
MESSRS. BARTLETT & SULLIVAN:
In your paper of the 18th inst. I see a letter signed by somebody, calling herself
Matilda Davidson, pretending to give the origin of Mormonism, as she is pleased to call
it, by relating a moonshine story about a certain Solomon Spalding, a creature with the
knowledge of whose earthly existence, I am entirely indebted to this production; for
surely, until Doctor Philastus Hurlburt informed me that such a being lived, at some
former period, I had not the most distant knowledge of his existence; and all I now know
about his character is, the opinion I form from what is attributed to his wife, in obtruding
my name upon the public in the manner in which she is said to have done it, by trying to
make the public believe, that I had knowledge of the ignorant, and according to her own
testimony, the lying scribblings of her deceased husband; for if her testimony is to be
credited, her pious husband , in his life time, wrote a bundle of lies, for the righteous
purpose of getting money. How many lies he had told for the same purpose while he was
preaching, she has not so kindly informed us; but we are at liberty to draw our own
conclusions; for he that would write lies to get money, would also preach lies for the
same object. This being the only information which I have, or ever had, of this said Rev.
Solomon Spalding, I of necessity, have but a very light opinion of him as a gentleman, a
scholar, or a man of piety; for had he have been either, he certainly would have taught his
pious wife not to lie, nor unite herself with adulterers, liars, and the basest of mankind.
It is only necessary to say, in relation to the whole story about Spaulding’s
writings being in the hands of Mr. Patterson, who was in Pittsburg, and who is said to
have kept a printing office, and my saying that I was concerned in the said office, & c.
& c. is the most base of lies, without even the shadow of truth; there was no man by the
name of Patterson during my residence in Pittsburgh, who had a printing office; what
might have been before I lived there I know not. Mr. Robert Patterson, I was told, had
owned a printing office before I lived in that city, but had been unfortunate in business,
and failed before my residence there. This Mr. Patterson who was a Presbyterian
preacher, I had a very slight acquaintance with during my residence in Pittsburgh. He was
then acting under an agency, in the book and stationery business, and was the owner of
no property of any kind, printing office, or any thing else, during the time I resided in the
city.
If I were to say that I ever heard of the Rev. Solomon Spalding and his hopeful
wife, until Dr. P. Hurlburt wrote his lie about me, I should be a liar like unto themselves.
Why was not the testimony of Mr. Patterson obtained to give force to his shameful tale of
lies; the only reason is, that he was not a fit tool for them to work with; he would not lie
for them; for if he were called on, he would testify to what I have here said.
Let me here, gentlemen, give a history of this Doctor P. Hulburt and his
associates, who aided in getting up and propagating this batch of lies.
I have seen and heard, at one time and another, by the persecutors and haters of
the truth, a great deal said about the eminent physician, Doctor Hulburt. I never thought
the matter worthy of notice, nor probably never should, had it not made its appearance in
your paper, or some one of equal respectability. And I believe, gentlemen, had you have
known the whole history of this budget of lies, it would never have found a place in your
paper— But to my history.
This said Doctor was never a physician at any time, nor anything else, but a base
ruffian. He was the seventh son, and his parents called him Doctor; it was his name, and
not the title of his profession.
He once belonged to the Methodist Church and was excluded for immoralities. He
afterwards imposed himself on the Church of “ Latter Day Saints,” and was excluded for
using obscene language to a young lady, a member of said church, who resented his
insult with indignation, which became both her character and profession.
After his exclusion he swore— for he was vilely profane— that he would have
revenge, and commenced his work. He soon found assistance, a pious old deacon of the
Campbellite church, by the name, of Onis Clapp, and his two sons, Thomas J. Clapp, and
Mathew S. Clapp, both Campbellite preachers abetted and assisted by another
Campbellite preacher by the name of Adamson Bentley. Hulburt went to work, catering
lies for the company. Before Hulburt got through, his conduct became so scandalous, that
the company utterly refused to let his name go out with the lies which he had collected,
and he and his associates had made; and they substituted the name of E. D. Howe. The
change, however, was not much better. There were scandalous immoralities about the
Howe family of so black a character, that they had nothing to lose, and became good
tools for this holy company to work with. A man of character would never have put his
name to a work which Hulburt was concerned in. But while Hulburt was busily employed
in the service of the company, old deacon Clapp was employed in taking care of his wife.
How many others of the company aided in this business, must be left to futurity to
disclose. At a certain time, Hulburt being out till a late hour in the night, returned to his
house, and in going to his bed room where his wife was, Behold and Lo! there was the
pious old deacon, either in the bed with his wife, or at the side of it. He had a five dollar
banknote in his hand, and his dress was rather light to suit the Doctor’s taste; for he was
not quite as well off as was Aaron, when he offered sacrifice; not even having on a pair
of “ linen breaches.” Hulburt laid hold of him and called for help; which soon came to his
assistance. The pious old deacon was arraigned before a justice of the peace, and was on
the eve of being bound over for his appearance to the county court, when to put an end to
the evils which might result from his pious care of Mrs. Hulburt, he kindly offered a yoke
of oxen and a hundred dollars; this was accepted. Hulburt took his wife and left the
county forthwith, and the pious old deacon and his sons and the good Mr. Bently, are left
to wear out the shame of their great effort to destroy the character of innocent men,
whom they never dare meet in argument. The tale in your paper is one hatched up by this
gang before the time of their explosion.
It always has been a matter of no ordinary satisfaction to me, to know that my
enemies have no better weapon to use against me, or the cause in which I am engaged,
than lies; for if they had any better, they would certainly use them. I must confess,
however, that there is some constancy in our persecutors; for as truth never can destroy
truth, it would be in vain for our persecutors to use truth against us, for this would only
build us up; this they seem to know, and lay hold of the only available means they have,
which are lies. And this, indeed, is the only weapon which can be or ever has been used
against the truth. As our persecutors are endeavoring to stop the progress of truth, I must
confess that they act with a degree of consistency in the choice of the means, namely
lies— but if truth would do it, they would surely not have recourse to lies.
In order to give character to their lies, they dress them up with a great deal of
piety; for a pious lie, you know, has a great deal more influence with an ignorant people
than a profane one. Hence, their lies came signed by the pious wife, of a pious deceased
priest. However, his last act of piety seems to have been, to write a bundle of lies,
themselves being witnesses; but then his great piety sanctifies them, and lies become holy
things in the hands of such excessive piety, particularly, when they are graced with a few
Reverends; but the days have gone by, when people are to be deceived by these false
glossings of Rev’d sanctions; the intelligent part of the communities, of all parts of the
country, know that Rev’ds are not more notorious for truth than their neighbors.
The only reason why I am assailed by lies, is that my opposers dare not adventure
on argument, knowing that if they do, they fall. They try, therefore to keep the public
from investigating, by publishing and circulating falsehoods. This I consider a high
encomium on both myself and the cause I defend.
Respectfully,
S. RIGDON.