THE SABBATH IN IRELAND.
By Margaret Armstrong
BRO. WHITE: It may be interesting to many of the readers of the Review to hear a word from Ireland. To the dear friends who have sent books and papers, I will say, your labor has not been in vain. My heart glows with gratitude to God for what he has done for me and mine, in showing us the truths of his word as they have been brought to view in the third angel's message. We number five here in this country who are trying to obey God in keeping his commandments and the faith of Jesus. Many more, I believe, are trembling beneath the cross. O, may they seek for that grace that will enable them to obey the light they have received, lest it become darkness, and then—sad thought!—how great will be that darkness! I feel to praise the Lord for all his goodness to unworthy me in showing me what is truth in the midst of such moral darkness. I was a member of the Methodist church for many years, and O, how oft have I mourned over the moral fall of that church, though I could meet with few of them to acknowledge their fallen state yet, and no people more opposed to present truth. When I read the encouraging and soul-cheering exhortations and letters from the dear brethren and sisters in the Review, my heart glows with gratitude to my heavenly Father for such a treasure, next to my precious Bible. I could not give up the Review. I love the truths it advocates. I love to hear from the dear saints scattered abroad. My heart is in unison with the Seventh-day Adventists, and if I am never to be privileged with joining in church fellowship while here, I hope to meet the faithful, cross-bearing followers of the Lamb on that blessed shore where sin and sorrow can never enter. Testimony for the Church, first and second numbers, have been a blessing to us here. I hope, dear Bro. White, you will send us such of your books as you judge best calculated to lead the mind to fully understand the precious truth, and to appreciate those gifts of the Spirit which manifest the true church of God. We are a lonely few, but God blesses us with heavenly grace. O, may we make a full surrender of all we have and are to him, walk in obedience to all divine requirements, and at last meet you in the kingdom. Brethren, pray for us. Tullywine, Oc'. 11, 1861.