We have a mission box in the post-office, which I fill from time to time with German and English papers, and sometimes it is emptied in half a day. I have feared that the papers were destroyed, but I have heard that they have been taken from friend to friend, from neighbor to neighbor, and read and talked about. I can do nothing but sow the seed, like the husbandman; the rest the Lord must do. The last time I came to our woman's meeting, there were about eighty present, and I felt as if we might as well go home. But then I thought, That would please the enemy. He would like to have it appear that the Woman's Work has gone to the bottom. My heart aches as I realize the condition of our people in so many ways. We catch a wave of interest sometimes, but soon it is gone. The Lord has given us a part in this work of the Third Angel's Message—the last message to the world. The Lord has always presented to his people in times past a work to do; and if they would not accept it, he gave it to some one else. We can not afford to fail to meet the responsibilities of this work. Our hearts must be knit together in Christian love. The woman who sits by your side may be so bound that she has not the peace of God, which you have. God alone knows the heart. I appeal to you, my sisters, to arise and be doing. The responsibilities that are laid upon us as Seventh-day Adventist women are great. With the cares of this life, and the multiplicity of things to be done, we drift along aimlessly, and darkness settles down upon us. God has made us the depositaries of a wonderful message; and unless we understand our privileges and responsibilities, the Lord will accomplish his work by women of some other name.