DEAR SIR:—We now have regular preaching by the F. W. Baptists. The Elder tries to show us our errors, and says this Millerism is leading to infidelity at the rate of locomotive speed. He says if we will keep the first day he should have no objections to our keeping the seventh; but was honest enough to acknowledge we would be breaking the commandments, for we are commanded to work six days; and he also says, either we or Job are wrong, because we believe in the unconscious state of the dead, and then quoted Job xix, 26. Though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God; and then to prove everlasting conscious misery, quoted 2 Thess. i, 9. Who shall be punished with everlasting destruction from the presence of the Lord and the glory of his power. In order to come out of Babylon, brother and sister Bodwell requested a dismissal from the church. The Elder then said that it was better to keep children and try and beat something into them than to let them go out into the world. They have finally dismissed themselves. One of their Brn. seemed to sympathize with us; he said he could not vote for them to go into the world. I then replied I did not think it would be going into the world, because they left a nominal church. He said he thought so, unless we belonged to some branch of the church. I replied if we obeyed the Lord's requirements we then belonged to the church of Christ, without the aid of man's creeds. He then said he should like to see us united and have our officers. I replied we were of one heart and one mind, and had our regular prayer-meeting on the Sabbath, and when it should be necessary to choose officers we should do it according to the Bible rule and bind them with gospel cords. They have their regular preaching, but no other except monthly meetings, and then our little band oftener makes the majority. I would say we are willing to be called poor, despised Millerites if we can only be rich in faith and heirs of the kingdom. I would also say the Review and Instructor are welcome messengers here.
Yours waiting for the Kingdom.
A. G. CARTER.
Rubicon, June 18th, 1855.