“Then they that feared the Lord, spake often one to another.”
From Bro. Cornell.
Bro. Smith: We are in affliction. Going home from meeting a loaded sleigh upset, and sister Cornell had her collar bone broken entirely off. Dr. Hill, the surgeon at St. Charles had just left for the legislature, and we had to send sixteen miles and wait ten hours before the bones could be set. The operation was almost insufferable. It will be several weeks before she will be able to travel, though we think it is doing as well as could be expected. Friends are kind and do all possible to relieve us in this time of need.
It was thought best not to stop my lectures at St. Charles, as the interest was rising. I therefore have an unusual burden, having to go seven miles so often, besides the anxiety of mind.
Of course I shall have time here to dwell upon the whole truth until the people decide. There is no regular church organization of any kind in this place. I think there are omens of good, for the report has started that the St. Charles' people are all getting "crazy." I speak two hours, and they say they could sit an hour longer.
On our way hither we visited some old Advent friends that we used to meet with occasionally, but that we had not seen for ten years. They had prospered in this world's gain, but were nearly starved for the truth. We were blessed together around the family altar, and we expect ere long to see them rejoice in the present truth. We have discovered (as we think) important openings for the tent.
We ask the prayers of the church in this our time of trial and affliction, that the great object of our mission be not defeated, and we have strength to endure.