“While my brother was thus at prayer I
had an open vision. I saw a beautiful female, perfect in form and features, who
seemed to be a little taller than the average female, standing erect, upon a
platform elevated some eight or ten inches above the floor, but notwithstanding
her beauty and perfect symetry in form, she was full of sores from the crown of
her head to the soles of her feet. I marvlled and wondered within myself, is it
possible the church is so corrupted.” (“A Vision,”
The Return 1, no. 6 [June 1889]: 105, spelling in original retained)
