'Then they that feared the Lord spake often one to another.'
From Bro. Marsh.
DEAR BRO. SMITH: I feel to thank God for his goodness and mercy to me, his unworthy creature. I am not weary in trying to do well, for in due time I shall reap if I faint not. I know of a surety that this world is not my home; but thank God, I have one, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens. I am trying to labor a little in the message. I have broken ground here in Pacific; and the people seem to be deeply interested and hungry for the truth. Also in the town of Scott, the Lord has begun a good work, and O may he carry it on to perfection. Brethren, pray for us.