DEAR BRO WHITE:— I am now living amid the wilds of the West, far from any of like precious faith. In my father's little household is no other Sabbath-keeper; and as far as I am acquainted with the inhabitants of the country, either by report or personal acquaintance, I know of no one who, like myself, is trying to keep all the commandments. But this does not discourage me. My desires are as strong, and my determinations the same, to gain an entrance into the city, that they were when I was amid the Advent friends.
The soul-cheering hope of soon seeing my Saviour, buoys me up above the cares of this bitter life, and gives me courage to press onward to the prize. Truly, now if ever, I fully realize that I am but a pilgrim and a stranger on earth; but I hope soon to meet all the humble followers of Christ, where we shall feel that we have an abiding place. I realize that I am in the enemies' land, that there are many snares to entrap the would-be-watchful, many enticements to induce the seeker after godliness to forsake his object and wander in forbidden paths; and I would ask the brethren and sisters who, Sabbath after Sabbath are permitted to meet together to pray with and for each other, not to forget to pray for one who is denied the priceless privilege. Pray that she fall not, but that God be her guardian while she sojourns on earth, and enable her to bear the cross, and at last permit her to wear the crown. May God bless the Advent friends scattered abroad throughout this dark world, and at last crown them in his kingdom,