A Sabbath Keeper in a Strange Land
By Lorette H. Prior
DEAR BRO. WHITE:—I am thankful to God that I have the privilege of reading the Letters in the Review, from the children of God, that are scattered abroad, for I feel that I am a stranger, in a strange land, in every sense of the word. I have recently moved into this State, and know no one that keeps the Sabbath of the Lord, although they think that they are keepers of the commandments. I have lived in this place three months, and am a stranger to all but my family. I am looked upon as a Millerite; and with some persons, almost every thing that pertains to the second coming of our Saviour, is called Millerism. I have not the privilege of meeting with any one on the Sabbath. I do wish that my husband could hear the truth preached; he would if he had a chance. I want to reflect the image of Jesus, and in heart I want to be meek and lowly. I do wish that a preacher of the truth would come this way. Shall I ever hear them speak again? O, I pray that I may! I live thirty-seven miles south of Cleveland. Yours in hope, LORETTE H. PRIOR. Seville, Medina Co., Ohio, Jan. 23d, 1853.