DEAR BRO. WHITE:—I would say to you that I still feel like a pilgrim. I am sick of this world. Truly we are living in a solemn time; it is also a trying time. I still believe that the Lord has been in the Advent movement, and I believe that we have the truth; although I confess I do not feel the force of it as I could wish to. The Review is still a welcome messenger to us, as we are almost alone here. I hope the good Lord will so overrule that we shall soon have the paper weekly. If I am not altogether deceived, if I had property as some have, some of it would go to help support the paper and for publications; but I will try and not repine at my lot. My health is poor, but I have a hope of gaining heaven at last. I remember you and your companion, and my prayer to God is that he will sustain you by his grace, and prepare you for all that awaits you in this unfriendly world. May God bless you and keep you.