[Cross-posted at Boap's blog.]
James E. Talmage, a name that lives in legend among LDS missionaries for the last 60 years, was British born and converted to Mormonism in 1873. Talmage was a talented scholar from childhood. After emigrating to the US he ended up finishing four years at Lehigh in one year and went on to Johns Hopkins in 1883. Ph.D. at Illinois Weslayan even though he wasn’t in residence. At home in Provo, he was a city councilman and then judge. (Some of his court cases are a crackup.)
During the period of his return to Utah through 1911 when he became an apostle, Talmage developed extensive consultation work with his own lab for (and against) mining and industrial interests in Utah, Nevada, Idaho, Oregon and elsewhere. By 1900, most weeks he was either testifying in court cases (often hired by one side, he would essentially testify for the other if he found wrongdoing) or taking train trips (his journal unfailingly lists them as hours behind schedule – arriving or leaving at ungodly hours intentionally or not). Wherever he went he was constantly speaking at planned or ad hoc church gatherings.
In January 1905 he was subpoenaed by the US Senate to appear in the Smoot hearings. Traveling to DC via Chicago he gave testimony (everyone seemed to know that Talmage was a confidant and trusted friend of church president Joseph F. Smith) and gave some interesting (ok, unflattering – he wasn’t too flattering of Smoot himself, or at least his testimony) commentary on the proceedings.On the return he was caught in a record blizzard that paralyzed New York and Philadelphia for a week. While stuck there he took advantage by meeting two old pals and former students, J. Reuben Clark Jr. and Fred Pack (titillation: Pack’s dad appears in the upcoming pre-conference series). Clark getting a JD and Pack getting a Ph.D. at Columbia. Hanging out with Pack and his friends, Talmage said he felt like it was intellectual heaven. Fred, by the way, was one of the first to equate Coke and Coffee for Mormons. Drat him.
Talmage kept up with professional society meetings. One incident in Oregon involved an attempt by the Utah delegation to move a professional society’s meetings to Utah. Ambushed by Colorado who hired a professional verbal hit-man (non-scientist) at the last minute to take the place of their “ill” advertised speaker, the meeting was subjected to a chronicle of Mormon sins and weirdness. It got the speaker exposed as a felon eventually, but too late to save the Utah vote. The meetings went to those rotten Coloradans. Typical. Talmage was livid and gave his own response at the meeting, referring to the guy as a cannibal and as coward. Didn’t help. The Utah support faded away, particularly when the local women’s group sent roses to the scoundrel in a public display the next day, writing, “thank you for speaking up for our homes and virtue” or something to that effect.
Once when the family left him for the summer to vacation in southern California, his oldest got pneumonia. Talmage had been climbing up smokestacks several hundred feet high, taking measurements of gases and was about to ascend another when he got word. Scheduled for preliminary hearings in a few days, his data was vital for his testimony in a pollution case regarding a local industry giant (a lot of his cases involved ground water and air pollution – not just “where’s the gold?”). Talmage caught a midnight train to the family, getting off at each stop to telegraph his wife for updates. Then he took over as nurse from his exhausted wife, getting about an hour of sleep each night for a week or so. On Sundays, he took a break to speak or visit Sunday schools when they got wind he was down there. (Talmage’s other California experiences were pretty interesting — for example, his first exposure to Venice and being introduced at a speaking event by the local head of “the anti-polygamy crusade”).
One day a week during 1904-1906 he taught a religion course in a series of lectures some of which became his book, Jesus the Christ. Then there were weekday university courses – he held a named chair in geology. And those train rides? Sometimes he slept, but often he worked, you know, like revising the Pearl of Great Price, or cataloging the passing geologic features or catching up on his heavy correspondence: “Dear Brother Talmage, Elder So and So says that in heaven there is no blah, blah, blah. He’s wrong isn’t he?” And then business and political hoo hah too. He once wrote: I have no leisure moments.
In short, the guy was a machine. Family man? Not precisely, though he and his wife (who he affectionately termed Maia — Merry May) were still producing babies up to 1911.
So what, you may ask, does this have to do with Joseph Smith and funeral sermons? Its buried in one of those typical days:
July 19. Arrive at Moapa, Nevada about 2am on train due here at 5.30 yesterday afternoon. Was met at station by Brother Levi Syphus of St. Thomas, at whose instance I have undertaken this journey. To take advantage of the cooler hours we set off at once. Drove to Overton, arriving about 6am. After breakfast we rode horseback to the hills on the east between Overton and St. Thomas, examining certain deposits of kaolin and magnesite, samples of which I have already analyzed. Excessive heat prevailed. Spent night at St. Thomas, at Bro. Syphus’s home, which is also that of his sister and her husband– Henry Gentry and wife. Temperature reported today–110F in the shade.
July 20: Drove to Bonnelli Copper Canyon, by way of Granite Springs valley. Camped about 9pm.
July 21: Field examination of the mining properties. Steep climbs, intense heat. In the evening drove back to Granite Springs and camped. Here as in fact all through this region, crested quail are seen in great flocks. Many desert plants, among which a yucca, mescal, the curious Joshua, cacti in great variety, etc.; and in the region of water there are mesquit “mescrew”, and “cat’s claw”.
July 22: Sunday; We have planned to resume journey at 3am by 2.30 we were astir, and soon discovered that one of the horses had left us. Brother Syphus showed his skill and resource in emergency. With lighted matches he soon found the tracks of deserter; following such down the valley he learned that the horse had started for home. Returning to camp he hitched up the remaining horse, then took the other’s place at the end of the wagon tongue to hold up the neck yoke, and ordered me to the driver’s seat to control the brake. The road was wholly a descending grade, and ply the brake as I would there were frequent warnings from the biped member of the team that they were running away. After a mile or more had thus been covered a whinny from the horse told of the nearness of his mate. The escaped animal was soon in harness. Reached St. Thomas shortly before ten o’clock. On Friday last I had enquired as to Sunday School arrangements here; and had learned that no school sessions were usually held during the hot weather. It was understood that the school would be convened today, and to be present in time I had made a forced journey back. On arriving this morning I was informed that no school could be held, as yesterday had been an unusually warm day and the melon picking was greater than had been expected. An afternoon meeting was suggested as a possibility; but this failed of realization for today’s melon business is as heavy as yesterday’s. An evening meeting was appointed, but the melon packing was not completed until after 10 o’clock, so no meetings were held. Early in the day I found that most of the children and many adults paid frequent though hasty visits to the well on the home lot of Brother Gentry where I am staying. This was a waterless well when dug; the excavation is over 30 feet deep; the walls have been plastered, and at intervals the muddy water from the irrigating streams is turned into the pit. A well frame with roap and bucket have been added, and the water as drawn is translucent, and perhaps a degree or so cooler than the ditch water. This is the only “Well” in the town, and hither the thirsty come to drink. I took my place under a spreading osage-orange tree shading the well, and thus captured the children as they came and talked to them and with them on Sunday and Sunday-school. During the evening three adults came for brief consultation; each of these was engaged in disputation on theological or church-administration affairs.
Out of this we find that one unknown forever isolated man with a question can change the course of church literature and doctrine in the twentieth century. To see how, well, you’d have to be me. Undoubtedly, I’ll let you in on it eventually. In the meantime, Talmage was an interesting guy.
 About 1905, the First Presidency took over Sunday tabernacle services from the Salt Lake Stake presidency. Talmage got even more face time then. In spite of all the adulation, Talmage was a fairly modest person. About the only things he bragged about were his children or when The Articles of Faith went into a 2nd printing. Little did he know.
 Maybe it was anti-polygamy league. Something like that. Talmage wrote a pretty extensive bit on polygamy for his The Articles of Faith. It got cut. Also, J. Stapley will be happy to know that Merry annointed and blessed the boy a day or two before Talmage arrived.