REPORT FROM BRO. HUTCHINS.
By A. S. HUTCHINS
AFTER my last report in the month of August, I attended the Quarterly Meeting at Irasburg, on the 18th and 19th. This was a refreshing season. On first-day, S. B. pledges were cheerfully and liberally renewed. At this time some alterations were made in regard to the places of holding their regular Sabbath meetings in this part of the State, which has proved a matter of encouragement to the scattered, lonely ones. May the Lord abundantly bless and comfort all these brethren and sisters. They are near and dear to us. From here, I went to Sutton, where thirteen weeks ago I suffered almost instantaneous prostration of the nervous system. For weeks previous, I was aware that I was overdoing, and that my strength was failing me, but I did not realize how heavy the blow that was to fall upon me, or the deep mental anguish and dark despondency that I should suffer in consequence thereof. I regret that I had not earlier taken more time for rest. But the penalty must be paid for violating kind nature's laws. Few or many stripes will certainly fall upon us if we do it. Yet it has been the most fervent desire of my heart that this affliction might be sanctified to my present and future good, that it might bring me nearer to my divine Master, and make me more like our heavenly Pattern, and better prepare me to do the little that I may yet do in his precious cause. I would gratefully and humbly acknowledge the sustaining grace of God in this affliction, and not forget the prayers and words of sympathy of the dear brethren and sisters. In September, I was with the brethren in Roxbury and vicinity two Sabbaths. This privilege bound our hearts more closely to the dear children of God. We were much encouraged to see some returning to their Father's house. May the rich blessing of Heaven rest upon them at every step they take in God's order. Since the first of October, I have been slowly, but gradually, improving, yet I can endure but little mentally. Writing is a severe tax upon me, therefore our friends, we trust, will excuse us if all their kind letters which we so highly appreciate, are not answered. Wolcott, Vt., Nov. 23, 1866.