Extracts from Letters

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jul 25, 1865

Extracts from Letters.

Sister C. McNeil writes from Hinsdale, N. H. : I think it time for Christians to arise and trim their lamps that they may be ready when their Master appears. I desire to be perfected in all the Christian graces. I long to see the day when the church will be fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and when she will be clothed with salvation as with a garment. I believe the Lord is leading out a people and preparing them for translation when Jesus comes. I desire to be one of that number who are led and taught of God, and be able to escape the last great plagues that are coming on the earth.

The way begins to brighten. The last loud message will soon go forth. This world's rude strife will soon be ended and Christ will come again. Surely we may begin to lift up our heads and rejoice for our redemption draweth nigh. A little while, and all tears will be wiped away, and not one jarring note be heard through Heaven's wide domain.

Heaven is worth striving for. Though it costs us some self-denial, and some struggles here, they will soon be ended, and we in realms of light shall see our Saviour, and adore with infinite delight.

I am striving to keep all the commands and ordinances blameless, that I may have an abundant entrance into his everlasting kingdom.

Bro. A. Green writes from Gilsum, N. H. : We feel greatly to thank the Lord for the light of present truth which now appears to be shining brighter than ever. The people here are being stirred up on the question concerning the Sabbath, mortality, &c. We feel that the loud cry is soon to go forth. We want to yield our whole hearts to the Lord, act our part in this good work, go through with the remnant, and with them stand on Mount Zion.

Bro. C. L. Davis writes from Eddington, Me. : The caterpillar has been doing a destructive work in this part of the country this season. Hundreds of acres have been stripped of everything by these devouring animals. They marched in a track about three-fourths of a mile wide, and took every green thing before them except the white maple. Before them like the "garden of Eden," and behind them "a desolate wilderness." They do not turn out for water, nor houses. One woman said that she swept out a washbowl full when she would sweep her floor; and others said that they would scrape off a peck at a time from the outside of their houses.