Could our readers have taken a glimpse at the fair capital of the Nephites at that time (91 B.C.), already rich in the awards of human industry, combined with the lavish productions of nature in that much favored land, they might have noticed in the principal street a portly, handsome man, manifesting in his carriage the evidences of great bodily strength, imbued with vanity, self-sufficiency and subtlety. They might observe that his raiment was made of the finest fabrics that the looms of Zarahemla could produce, lavishly embroidered and ornamented with the labors of the cunning workman in silk, in feathers and in the precious metals, whilst at his side hung a richly decorated sword. This man was no king, no governor, no general of the Nephite armies; he was simply Nehor, the successful religious charlatan of the hour, to whom the unstable listened and the weakminded flocked.