“ I remained in Kirtland until the temple was finished and dedicated. I then received my anointings, and was also a witness to the great manifestations of God's power in that sacred edifice. On Thursday, April 7th, 1836, all things being ready, Lydia and I started for Clay county. Brother Hyrum Smith let me have his horses to go to Liverpool, on the Ohio river, where we were intending to take passage on a steamer for our destination; the roads were very muddy. ”
Kirtland
Definition and stakes
Kirtland, a place of historical and spiritual significance, appears in literature as both a religious center and a literary motif. In Mormon narratives, it is associated with the Kirtland Temple, a symbol of faith and collective endeavor, as described by authors like T. B. H. Stenhouse and through revelations in A Book of Commandments.
In contrast, Lucian Swift Kirtland’s Samurai Trails uses the name to frame Japanese landscapes and cultural reflections, contrasting the serenity of inns and cherry blossoms with existential contemplation. These varied portrayals highlight Kirtland’s dual resonance—as a site of spiritual commitment and a metaphor for human experience across different geographies and time periods.
Quotes about “Kirtland”
T. B. H. Stenhouse, The Rocky Mountain Saints (1873)
“ During their absence Joseph was severely tried by "apostates and false brethren," and the return of the young apostles was very timely in strengthening the Prophet and encouraging the Saints. The Kirtland Temple was now the object of hope, faith, prayer, and hard work. Everything depended upon its early completion. Disciples who begin their career with the experience of signs and wonders are always the slowest to comprehend facts, and are ever clamorous for a renewal of marvellous experience. ”
“ Ch 47, February 1831 A Revelation to seven elders of the church, assembled in Kirtland, Ohio, given February 1831. 47:1 Every person who belongeth to this church of Christ, shall observe to keep all commandments and covenants of the church; 47:2 And it shall come to pass, that if any persons among you shall kill, they shall be delivered up and dealt with according to the laws of the land ”
Lucian Swift Kirtland, Samurai Trails: A Chronicle of Wanderings on the Japanese High Road
“ In all [240] inns the maids work long hours, nor do the mistresses spare themselves. The mistress of the inn at Kama-Suwa seemingly lacked the usual kindly sympathy for her maids and was unusually demanding. O-Hanna-san (the irony of calling her a flower!) could not dare the risk of attempting to escape from her slavery. It was for the sake of her fatherless child that she dared not, she told us. She, the clumsy, stumbling, stupid, sleepy maid, had had her tragedy as had had the pale, forsaken daughter of the nobility whom she had waited upon the night before. ”
Lucian Swift Kirtland, Samurai Trails: A Chronicle of Wanderings on the Japanese High Road
“ THE INN AT KAMA-SUWAThe railway train with its sly befuddling through the luxury of speed has picked the traveller’s wallet. Cooped behind a smudged window, how can he sense the personality of the town he enters? One should stand in isolation on the heights above a city, and then follow down some path until within the streets one is absorbed by the throbbing life. ”
Lucian Swift Kirtland, Samurai Trails: A Chronicle of Wanderings on the Japanese High Road
“ The cherry blossoms are a bloom of mysterious beauty for the daughter of the barber; they are a symbol of gay festival time for the practical maid of the inn. Will it be the end for the daughter of the barber of Kasada to marry her father’s apprentice and to live on in the little shop, dreaming until dreams slumber and are forgotten, knowing only this of the old Tokaido that it leads away in a straight line until it is lost in the brilliant blur of the sun on the waters of the rice fields? ”
Lucian Swift Kirtland, Samurai Trails: A Chronicle of Wanderings on the Japanese High Road
“ In winter days when wooden shutters enclose and darken the rooms the bare simplicity may grow dreary. The wind is then the father of shivering draughts which creep over the floor, but for the days of summer, when the green valley of Fujimi lies in the shelter of the great granite ranges, the memory of the stifling cave-like rooms of our Western architecture seemed barbarous and of dull imagination in comparison. ”
Lucian Swift Kirtland, Samurai Trails: A Chronicle of Wanderings on the Japanese High Road
“ Is it idolatrous to worship Fuji? Is it pagan to love its beauty, to feel one’s spirit freed for a brief moment, forgetful of experience tugging at one’s elbow, of caution, of fear, of expediency, of pride? ”
Lucian Swift Kirtland, Samurai Trails: A Chronicle of Wanderings on the Japanese High Road
“ Can they continue to cherish a contempt of money and at the same time withstand the power of the new commercial class which is becoming richer every year while they are becoming poorer? Can they prove that, even in this age, honour and loyalty need not have to go hand in hand with money, and that poverty, second only to death, is not the great leveller? ”
Lucian Swift Kirtland, Samurai Trails: A Chronicle of Wanderings on the Japanese High Road
“ An accommodation train has the verve of life which the conventions of a through express stifle; but whether it be a New England local with bird cages, or the Italian misti with priests and snuff boxes, nursing madonnas, garlic sandwiches, and chianti bottles, or the stifling wooden boxes of Northern India crowded with Afridi and Babus, no train in all the world is as domestic as the Japanese kisha. ”
Lucian Swift Kirtland, Samurai Trails: A Chronicle of Wanderings on the Japanese High Road
“ The conventional view is from the south, but the sacred mountain lessens never in beauty as the worshipper circles the paths about its base, north, south, east, or west. Like a glorious and beautiful soul, its moods change while it changes not. ”
Lucian Swift Kirtland, Samurai Trails: A Chronicle of Wanderings on the Japanese High Road
“ Particularly does passion find satisfaction in one of the old Elizabethan maps, printed in full, rich colours, the margins portraying the waves of the sea with dolphins diving, and with barques straining under bellied sails. ”
Lucian Swift Kirtland, Samurai Trails: A Chronicle of Wanderings on the Japanese High Road
“ Two friends who have lived blithely in affection, confident that no brutal nor subtle assault could ever avail against the harmony of their intimate understanding, perchance step through the doorway of a shop. Presto! A candlestick, a vase, a box, a tumbledown chair, whatever it may be—the desire for the thing magically energizes perception. ”
Lucian Swift Kirtland, Samurai Trails: A Chronicle of Wanderings on the Japanese High Road
“ I have faith that that man, without an extra heart-beat, would have joined a sure death charge across a battlefield, but his present duty brought the red blush of painful embarrassment to his olive skin from the edge of his tight collar to the fringe of his black hair. ”
Lucian Swift Kirtland, Samurai Trails: A Chronicle of Wanderings on the Japanese High Road
“ This river cuts Kyoto between two long rows of houses built on piles and overhanging its waters. In summer the stream is most domesticated and gives, charitably, a large area of its dry bed as a pleasure ground for fêtes, but when the snows are melting back in the hills in the days of spring and blossoms, it becomes temperamental and the peasants say that it has drunk unwisely of saké. ”
Lucian Swift Kirtland, Samurai Trails: A Chronicle of Wanderings on the Japanese High Road
“ She might think of a thousand services, her bare feet might start of an instant across the mats to respond to any requests, but never did she surrender one iota of her instinctive belief that we, merely being men, were only luxurious accessories for the world to possess. ”
Lucian Swift Kirtland, Samurai Trails: A Chronicle of Wanderings on the Japanese High Road
“ Her broad face and the strength of her round, unshaped limbs proclaimed the hardy bloom of the peasantry. The physical, mental, and emotional unity which comes as the heritage of such unmixed rustic blood is in itself a prepossessing charm. ”
Lucian Swift Kirtland, Samurai Trails: A Chronicle of Wanderings on the Japanese High Road
“ A slight breeze stirred the branches of the trees and started swinging the paper lanterns which hung over a stone fountain. Other guests of the inn had finished their dinners and it was their toothbrush hour. Dressed in their cotton kimonos they stood bending over shining brass basins filled from the well fountain. It would probably be useless to ask any Occidental to imagine that the function of teeth cleansing with long, flexible handled brushes may be a social and picturesque addendum to garden life; we have too long looked upon ablutions as being merely necessitous. ”
Lucian Swift Kirtland, Samurai Trails: A Chronicle of Wanderings on the Japanese High Road
“ Who will absolutely deny that when the endeavour to save poetical yearning from defeat is such companionship as the almost classical ceremony of watching the white fingers of a geisha pour tea into a shell of porcelain, a sort of mutual sense of responsibility to save the fineness of life may enter into the relationship as a redeeming grace against the professionalism of the geisha’s life? ”
Lucian Swift Kirtland, Samurai Trails: A Chronicle of Wanderings on the Japanese High Road
“ Just how the round, cannonball head of the Japanese boy evolutes into the featured physiognomy of the Japanese man is puzzling. It must be a sort of bursting. The schoolboy’s eyes betray the passing moods of his emotions, but there is always something beyond the mood of the moment in his gazing, an intangible yearning for infinity. It must at times be terrifying for an Anglo-Saxon teacher or missionary to face those eyes. ”
Lucian Swift Kirtland, Samurai Trails: A Chronicle of Wanderings on the Japanese High Road
“ Japan has this tradition which we have lost in our own civilization. This simplicity allows the poorest and humblest to give a gift to the richest and mightiest in the purity of hospitality. If we leave money on the tray we are robbing the peasant of his privilege. ”
Lucian Swift Kirtland, Samurai Trails: A Chronicle of Wanderings on the Japanese High Road
“ We sat down to listen to the birds, admire the butterflies, and watch the gold and silver fish bob out of the water. The silent temple, hidden in the shadows of the trees, was built after the noble lines of the Kyoto tradition and may have been contemporary with that era. We were waiting for Hori. We knew that we had several intricate turnings before we should come to our mountain road to Kama-Suwa, and we were indulging ourselves that morning in unwonted conservatism over the possibility of a mistake. ”
Lucian Swift Kirtland, Samurai Trails: A Chronicle of Wanderings on the Japanese High Road
“ When Japan, after her centuries of hermitage, had suddenly either to face the West and to compete successfully with you, or to sink into being a tributary and exploited people, our greatest necessity in patriotism was to recognize instantly that in the physical and material world we had to learn everything from you. ”
Lucian Swift Kirtland, Samurai Trails: A Chronicle of Wanderings on the Japanese High Road
“ Two of the rooms were crowded with supper parties, of wine, women, and song, but compared to the revelries of bucolic bloods in other lands, something might be said in praise of such restraint as prevailed in the Fujimi tea-house. It may be no honour nor compliment to the spirit of refinement to wish vice as well as virtue clothed in some modicum of grace and retirement, but it does make the world easier to live in. ”
Lucian Swift Kirtland, Samurai Trails: A Chronicle of Wanderings on the Japanese High Road
“ They were holding a Japanese conversation. Such a conversation can only be described by telling what it is not. In rhythm it is neither the cæsura of the French peasant woman retailing gossip, nor is it the eluding tempo-harmonic tune of the Red Indian drum beat; it is not the Chinese intoning nor is it a staccato. At first the foreign ear does not distinguish the beat of the cadences but once captured the appreciation of the subtle metrical wave is never again lost. ”
Lucian Swift Kirtland, Samurai Trails: A Chronicle of Wanderings on the Japanese High Road
“ My joints were stiff, I was sleepy, and I was old, but the world seemed very new after its scrubbing, and nothing less than jauntiness could express the state of transformation, brought about by clippers, shears, hot towels, and everything that went with the treatment, in the appearance of my companion. The barber and his two assistants, with their huge palm fans, were bowing and smiling with an air of complete satisfaction. ”
Lucian Swift Kirtland, Samurai Trails: A Chronicle of Wanderings on the Japanese High Road
“ I do not believe that Japanese children like chocolate and there was more than a possibility that this highly condensed brand would make the baby ill. Surely the deposed gods of the ancient Tokaido must have made merry if the news of our analytics was carried to their Valhalla. Nevertheless our present, wrapped in a square of white paper according to the etiquette of gifts, was received by the family with as many protestations of appreciation as if we had handed them a deed to perpetual prosperity. ”
Lucian Swift Kirtland, Samurai Trails: A Chronicle of Wanderings on the Japanese High Road
“ The rhythm of the art of the Japanese tea-house is not dependent upon regularity nor balance. Its perfection can never be completed. The last word cannot be spoken. It is like life.We walked over the soft mats examining the work of the craftsman builder who had made his material yield its beauty through the grain and line of each plank, board, beam, pillar, and panel. I moved a cushion to the balcony and sat down to study the room in deeper perspective. I never followed out this sedate contemplation, for instead I happened to look over the balcony. ”
Lucian Swift Kirtland, Samurai Trails: A Chronicle of Wanderings on the Japanese High Road
“ Shielded by an unworldly, intangible delicacy, I doubt whether any rudeness of her guests ever became sufficiently real to her to disturb her passivity or her emotions, but such a guardianship presents a thin callous against sympathy. As we said good-bye a sudden sense of human mutuality smote the three of us, an experience of sheer bridging-over intuition which sometimes comes for a second. ”
Lucian Swift Kirtland, Samurai Trails: A Chronicle of Wanderings on the Japanese High Road
“ Or will her imagining heart know adventure in the world beyond the vision of her doorstep? Perhaps the sen will come so slowly to the barber’s drawer that the wistful daughter will be sold to a geisha master, and in filial piety, fulfilling the contract, she may go even to Tokyo where she will be taught to sing and to dance and to laugh gaily. She may find that life is kind. Again, she may be sold to another life—under the juggernaut of poverty—and in the Nightless City knowledge will come to dwell in the empty place where wistfulness was. ”
Lucian Swift Kirtland, Samurai Trails: A Chronicle of Wanderings on the Japanese High Road
“ In that flash of the moment in which we saw them, the glistening nude body of the pursuing girl running through the green and brown and grey of the grove was passionately and superbly the plea of nature against man’s crucifying purity upon the cross of sophistication. ”
Lucian Swift Kirtland, Samurai Trails: A Chronicle of Wanderings on the Japanese High Road
“ Two great bronze braziers had been filled with glowing charcoal. The foreigners and the outer-world Japanese who could speak their strange words were busily cooking the fowls, chopped into dice, and they were arguing about their respective talents and abilities, as do all amateur cooks. ”
Lucian Swift Kirtland, Samurai Trails: A Chronicle of Wanderings on the Japanese High Road
“ Perhaps the garden has achieved its perfection by minute alterations through hundreds of years, but its appeal bespeaks the original conception of its first master artist, who, by creating a subtle absence of formal arrangement, offered the supreme compliment to the beholder to carry on through his own creative imagination that approach to the ideal perfection which can never be reached. ”
Lucian Swift Kirtland, Samurai Trails: A Chronicle of Wanderings on the Japanese High Road
“ To meet a panting coolie dragging a ’ricksha along an English lane would strike one not only as strange but ridiculous. To have seen a gate open that morning in the outskirts of Shiogiri and to have had a shining British dogcart swing out into the road atop the heels of a cob would have seemed neither incongruous nor absurd. That’s the reward the English achieve from their devout worship of the correct. In any corner of the globe when the beholder finds people getting serious about form, his mind immediately institutes a comparison with the British standard. ”
Lucian Swift Kirtland, Samurai Trails: A Chronicle of Wanderings on the Japanese High Road
“ Japan has been opened to the world and science has brought an infinite change to the Japan that we think of, but over those mountain paths long lines of coolies stagger with their loads of merchandise as did they in the days before wheels were invented. ”
Lucian Swift Kirtland, Samurai Trails: A Chronicle of Wanderings on the Japanese High Road
“ She explained that they had been the gift of some daimyo, she thought. Whoever he was, he had made many rich gifts to the temple. She pushed back panels and brought out bowls and vases, and told us romantic legends. The legends were colourful rather than of plot. I knew then that I could never remember more than their impression. The old woman’s own personality had drifted into limbo and she had absorbed in its place a reflection of those dark, mysterious temple rooms. ”
Lucian Swift Kirtland, Samurai Trails: A Chronicle of Wanderings on the Japanese High Road
“ The vase was shaped like a bottle and the inn had been called “The Bottle Inn” from that day, seventy years in the past. Our host, a youth on that day, had thought that the inn would ever be rich and renowned. He sighed. The tradition of its renown had faded and been forgotten in this age of railways. No longer did turbulent guests demand that the bottle be brought out and shown.If his dramatic genius had been subtly leading us toward turbulence, we obeyed the pulling of the strings. We demanded to know whether the vase was still under his roof. Our host smiled. ”
Lucian Swift Kirtland, Samurai Trails: A Chronicle of Wanderings on the Japanese High Road
“ Great is rice, that it satisfies the hunger. Great is cotton, that it clothes the limbs. Great is art, that it can build the home from the simple bamboo. The barber jingled the four sen and a half between his palms, and the jingle was the music that sings of the buying of the rice, the cotton, and the bamboo. There is mystery and magic in economics ”
