ESCAPE FROM MORMONISM.

Auckland Star, Volume III, Issue 638, 27 January 1872, Page 3

ESCAPE FROM MORMONISM.

A "WOMAN STEALS HER OWN CHILDREN. Nearly four weeks ago an intelligent English lady arrived in this city from Sacrcmento, where she had resided for two or three years. Her history is simple, but it tells the depth and silent power of maternal love : —" Once a happy and contented girl in her happy horne —a town of ' Merrie England,' our true heroine dwelt. In that British town the priest of Mormonism appeared. Many were they who listened, and a few followed after him to share the promises of the Western Israel. Of these infatuated persons one was that angel of the household, the young girl here mentioned. Our young convert joined the caravan with her fellow proselytes for the weary journey. She had become a Mormon in all the strength of her soul, and believed in the new dispensation. On the way to America the same false preacher was with them from Liverpool to Salt Lake, and on the way he married her, and a true and honorable wife she became to him. But later the husband, tiring of the gentle helpmeet, must need obey the great commandment —polygamy. Another wife and then a third in quick succession •, but at this, the only one entitled to that sacred title rebelled, and was driven out to occupy a separate hut. She had two children, and asking these as her port-on, promised to leave the place forever. Did she get her little ones ? On, no. But from that wicked place and the treacherous husband she went to California. During these last four weeks, the mother made hasty visits to her neglected cbiilren and craved them over and over again. In this she has often failed. Then thelourts were appealed to with partial sucTess. The adulterer is indicted for his criiCes, an a now awaits trial and certain pujishment. Without money, now Mrs Ofidld sees the chances ofobtaimng her two boys growing less every day. and she must retnrn to home in Cincinnati. Not, however without one more effort, and so yesterday this preserving woman went afoot to Brigham City, silently crept through the streets, eager, anxious, now full of hope, now sickening with despair,

lest detection overthrow the work she had to do. God was the guardsman of this enterprise. She found her boys asleep, and waking them up, it was but another moment until this strangely united family were away in the solitude hurrying from the dark places they shall never know again. That journey hither to Corienne was a flight to be remembered. Here again, in the dead of night, not waiting for repose, the mother and children left on a western freight train for California — that State whose laws are adequate to shelter the weak, and whose people will notneglect thoseneedy but honest fugitives from Mormonism. — Corinne Reporter.