A GREATER part of the surface of the Island of New Shoreham is made up of a succession of hills and valleys, so that to get from one point to another, one must constantly go up hill and down. The hills are not large, but numerous. In the winter of 1843, the ground was for several weeks covered with snow and ice; and so slippery a time was never known on the island before or since.
It was during this slippery time that the message of the hour of God's judgment come, was proclaimed. So deeply were these people interested in this warning message that they all turned out, with scarcely an exception; and night after night, for many weeks, they listened with eager attention to hear the prophetic word unfolded. But what was most remarkable, not an individual, old or young, received any injury from slipping or falling. This brings to mind the words of the Psalmist, “For He shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways. They shall bear thee up in their hands, lest thou dash thy foot against a stone.” Psalm xci, 11, 12. The islanders thought at the time, that they were especially protected by the providence of God. Those who have continued in their first love, think so still.
Another remarkable incident connected with the advent proclamation in 1843, was its effect on the religious portion of community. In the minutes of the last association of the Baptists previous to 1843, the membership of the church at New Shoreham was given at 463. At the time of that proclamation, a church-meeting was called, and a resolution passed to the effect that all who would not at a certain time come to the church-meeting and acknowledge themselves at fault in going to hear the Advent preaching, should be no longer considered members. The minutes of the next session of the association showed a membership of just 231; so equally were professed Christians divided at that time. Some of those who were then cast off, have since returned to their allegiance; but a majority have backslidden altogether; while a few have followed up the truth, embraced the third message, and seem bound to see the end of the Christian race. But no permanent prosperity has ever followed the church that then fought against the advancing light of truth. J. S. MILLER.
New Shoreham, R. I., June 18.
TOBACCO
By John Pierpont
WHEN Paul to Athens bore salvation's word,
We're told his spirit was within him stirred,
Seeing that city wholly given o'er
To idol worship. Altars, by the score,
Were smoking round him, on the Attic plain,
Where goats and heifers were as victims slain;
But to no demon did those victims bleed,
So foul, as is this foully-worshipped weed.
To this the votary sacrifices wealth,
His mind's composure, and his body's health,
His ruddy cheek, a conscience free from pain,
A steady nerve, the vigor of his brain,
The consciousness that he is not a slave,
And years that might have rolled between him
and his grave.
—John Pierpont.
Faith and Works Illustrated.
By Dudley Marvin Canright
I ONCE heard the following beautiful illustration of faith and works: A ferryman had painted in large letters, on one of his oars, “Faith,” and on the other, “Works.” When asked what that was for, he answered by putting one oar, “Faith,” in the boat and then rowing hard with the other, “Works.” The effect was to turn the boat round and round without getting ahead any. Then he put “Works” in the boat and rowed with “Faith” alone. The effect was just the same; the boat turned round and round, but did not advance any. He then put both oars, “Faith” and “Works,” into the water, one on each side, and pulled on them equally. The result was that the boat advanced rapidly straight ahead. “So,” said the ferryman, “it is in serving God, we must use both faith and works united. Either one alone is useless.”
This beautifully illustrates an important fact. Some cry, “Faith, faith,” and make little account of works; with others it is all works with little or no faith. The true Christian has them both equally united.
D. M. CANRIGHT.
Washington, N. H.
Presumption Abuses Christ; Despair Refuses Him
PRESUMPTION abuses Christ; despair refuses him.
Things in Tennessee.
It is often charged that letter writers magnify the troubles in the South. The following from a Nashville paper is probably reliable, and what is taking place in Tennessee, is also in Georgia, and other States. “Is it peace?”
Tennessee Ku-Klux Klan.—The Outrages in Marshall County.—The Negro Whippers and Schoolmasters Hunters on the Rampage.—Lawlessness of the Ku-Klux.
From the Nashville Press and Times, June 20.
We refrained from making any lengthy statement of the barbarous doings of the resurrected rebels in Marshall County, until we could ascertain the indisputable and well attested facts of the case. We got them from several fugitive colored men who were compelled to fly into Nashville for protection and safety.
It appears that a person named Armstead Garrett left Nashville for Chapel Hill in Marshall County, for the purpose of setting up a school to teach the young ones of his color in that neighborhood. “The best friends” of the colored man, as the chivalry call themselves, being possessed of the old conviction that a nigger ought to be brought up ignorantly and wretchedly as more suited to his nature, and better calculated to produce earthly happiness in him, could not bear this invasion of their fortified prejudices, and resolved to resist it with the lash. They had been in the habit of “licking” colored men in a small way for months previous, giving some half dozen cuts with a cowhide to each, every now and then, for the double purpose of keeping their hands in practice and preserving a proper feeling of subjection in the minds of their victims; so they felt in good trim for punishing the audacity of Garrett. About twenty of them started out on Monday evening last from Chapel Hill—young lawyers, students, beaux, counter-jumpers and ragamuffins of all sorts,—for the house where Garrett was stopping. They had openly expressed their intention of giving him a d—d good thrashing, and the colored men of the neighborhood were aware of it. Some few of the latter resolved to prevent the fulfillment of the threat, and gathered together, armed with guns and shot. Garrett could not be found. The chivalry hunted the neighborhood for him, but it was no use. There was a colored man living on the plantation of David Chrisman, remarkable for his independent spirit, as well as his industry and general probity of character. He could not be deterred from openly and boldly voting as he wished, and the chivalry hated him for it. They went to his cabin that night and took the poor man out of his bed—from the enjoyment of a sound and healthy sleep, and decided to give him five licks apiece, which would amount to one hundred lashes, on the bare back.
A city contemporary is astonished that these gallant youths should be disturbed in their little innocent amusement of whipping a negro to death.
The above-mentioned force of colored men observed these proceedings on the part of the resurrected rebels with anxious interest. The night was dark. They crawled along under cover of an adjacent wood, and came dangerously near the house, and just as the third man of the Ku-Klux party was coming down hot and heavy with his third lash on the bleeding back of the poor victim, the concealed negroes fired. This put an end to the game at once. The valiant K. K. K.'s made off in hot haste, leaving the most of their horses behind, and also three masks, which were picked up on the ground the following morning.
The eight colored men (that was the number) dispersed to their several homes and went to sleep. Everything would have remained quiet after that, had the Klan been satisfied; but no, the Klan was out in force again the next morning, hunting up the “d—d niggers.” It became necessary for the men to band themselves together again to prevent a universal scourging and massacre, perhaps; and Garrett banded them together. Both parties remained on the fence all day, till messengers arrived from Squire Williams, the selectman of Chapel Hill, telling the colored men that if they would come into the village and give up their arms, an understanding would be come to, and peace and harmony restored, and proper guarantees given that no more disturbances should occur. This proposition was accepted gladly. They immediately marched in the direction of the village, and had hopes that everything would be all right; but when within two or three miles of the place, sixteen cavaliers dashed out of the woods in their rear, and fired into them, hitting one in the thigh, and slightly wounding a couple of others. About this time the colored band numbered twenty-seven, all armed, and, if they were so minded, could have inflicted serious damage on the cowards who attacked them. Eight of them had routed twenty the night previous, and if their design had been a disturbance, or fight, twenty-seven could easily have defeated sixteen; but they were fully bent on having peace and quiet, and were not contemplating an attack, nor dreamed of being attacked. They went into the woods. They were hunted all day Wednesday by bands of desperadoes, and driven away from their homes, so that they had to attempt to reach Nashville as the only means of saving themselves from destruction.
Coming toward Murfreesboro, an alarm spread before them that they were coming to take the town! They encamped outside it on Wednesday night, and on Thursday morning the Mayor of Murfreesboro went out to have a parley with them; told them that five hundred men were in arms, ready to blow them off the face of the earth if they attempted to pass into the town with weapons in their hands, and demanded of them to surrender their arms, which they did on the assurance that they would be allowed to pursue their journey unmolested. They were, however, afraid to pass through Murfreesboro, so they made a detour, having dispersed themselves in several squads first, to prevent any alarm, and to allay any suspicions of evil designs. Even in this inoffensive manner, they would not be left unmolested. The assurances of the Mayor were like the idle wind. The chivalry did not regard the stipulation, for the colored chattel has no rights they were bound to respect. They scoured the country on their swift steeds, and succeeded in capturing four of the fugitives. It is known they captured four—they may have taken more than that, but it is not certain. What they did with these four, or where they brought them to, no one save the gallant members of the Klan engaged in the noble hunt can tell.
Nine of the fugitives arrived in the city yesterday, and applied to the chief of the Freedman's Bureau for protection. We understand General Carlin will send an officer with a detachment of soldiers to Chapel Hill, for the purpose of restoring, and, for a while, preserving, peace and order.
Most of those colored men, so persecuted and injured, and outraged, by reckless bravadoes, are the most useful class of citizens in the county, all being engaged in raising crops of cotton, corn and wheat, on shares or on monthly pay. Their employers have the greatest respect for them, understanding their laborious and docile disposition, and their earnest wishes to live on friendly terms with every one, and to make themselves useful and creditable citizens, proud and independent enough to resent wrong and injustice when wrong and injustice become too heavy to bear.
This is the short, matter-of-fact history of the troubles in Marshall County, as furnished by the men who know how they were from beginning to end, and who suffered most by them. They are a disgrace to a community that pretends to be Christian and civilized.
Tobacco.
PERHAPS some may think too much is said about the sin of tobacco raising and using. But let them think again of the millions wasted thereby; of the tastes vitiated; bodies dwarfed and enervated; morals corrupted; of the poisonous atmosphere you are obliged to breathe on every street and in every public place, and then acknowledge that too much cannot be said.
In the reports of the transactions of the Farmer’s Club, of N. Y. City, as given in the Tribune, we often find some good things. The following is as truthful, as it is comprehensive:
“The Spirit of King James.—C. H. Murray, Clay City, Clay County, Ill.: I am surprised that so many who condemn spirituous liquors, hop-growing, and wine-making, do not call attention to the almost universal use of tobacco. Perhaps some of these very men do so with a quid of tobacco in their mouths. I have seen some get up and bawl themselves hoarse about the ‘hellish traffic’ in liquor, whose cheeks at the same time were distorted with tobacco, and whose expectorations during their oration would fill a quart spittoon. In truth, the use of tobacco is so general that there is scarcely a public sentiment against it. Lawyers, doctors, and men of letters are all implicated; and ministers of the gospel too frequently send their prayers to Heaven out of mouths that hogs would be ashamed to own. A president of a college, and a D. D., once gave me a lecture on morality, while the tobacco spit was running out of each corner of his mouth. At that college—a prominent one in the West—four out of seven of the faculty were inveterate chewers. Furthermore, all of the geographies in use in our common schools mention tobacco among the useful productions of the States in which it is most largely grown—ranking it with wheat, corn, and potatoes. This, in my mind, is as reprehensible as the mentioning of houses of ill-fame would be, in connection with the useful institutions of a State. It begets in the mind of the child an idea that tobacco is a proper production, and that the consumption of it is not an impropriety. And this thought is carried into practical effect in many of our Western schools; for examples are not rare of boys from 11 to 12 years of age who use an ounce of tobacco a day. Now, if this is not a good thing, it is about time for Christian people to do something against it. I was much amused at an Eastern man’s writing to the Club some time ago of our people out here, and mentioning them as being so sallow complexioned. He attributed this to the prevalence of the ague, and the great use of quinine. Oh! how verdant! Those men that he saw—about Gallatin, Ill.—were pickled and smoked men, as thoroughly smoked as a ham or a herring. They were pickled in a decoction of tobacco, and fumigated in a decoction of the same weed. The process began when they were very young, in their mother’s arms, and was diligently persevered in, until they acquired the color of smoked ham. This, and not quinine, my Eastern friend, was the stuff that tanned them.
BLESSED ARE THEY THAT MOURN,
By W. C. Bryant
Oh! deem not they are blest alone,
Whose lives a peaceful tenor keep;
The Power who pities man, has shown
A blessing for the eyes that weep.
The light of smiles shall fill again
The lids that overflow with tears;
And weary hours of woe and pain
Are promises of happier years.
There is a day of sunny rest
For every dark and troubled night;
And grief may bide, an evening guest,
But joy shall come with early light.
And thou, who o’er thy friend’s low bier
Sheddest the bitter drops like rain,
Hope that a brighter, happier sphere
Will give him to thy arms again.
Nor let the good man’s trust depart,
Though life its common gifts deny,
Though with a pierced and broken heart,
And spurned of men, he goes to die.
For God has marked each sorrowing day,
And numbered every secret tear,
And Heaven’s long age of bliss shall pay
For all his children suffer here.
— W. C. Bryant.
Worth Knowing.
“I KNOW whom I have believed, and am persuaded that he is able to keep that which is committed to him against that day.” 2 Tim. i, 12.
“I know that my Redeemer liveth, and that he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth; and though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God; whom I shall see for myself, and my eyes shall behold, and not another.” Job xix, 25–27.
“We know that we have passed from death unto life, because we love the brethren.” 1 John iii, 18.
“And hereby we know that he abideth in us, by the Spirit which he hath given us.” John iii, 24.
“Hereby we know that we dwell in him, and he in us, because he hath given us of his Spirit.” 1 John iv, 13.
“By this we know that we love the children of God, when we love God and keep his commandments. For this is the love of God, that we keep his commandments; and his commandments are not grievous.” 1 John v, 2, 3.
“And this is the confidence that we have in him, that, if we ask anything according to his will, he heareth us; and if we know that he hear us, whatsoever we ask, we know that we have the petitions that we desired of him.” 1 John v, 14, 15.
“And we know that all things work together for good, to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.” Rom. viii, 28.
“Little children, it is the last time, and as ye have heard that Antichrist shall come, even now there are many Antichrists; whereby we know that it is the last time.” 1 John ii, 18.
“Knowing this first, that there shall come in the last days, scoffers, walking after their own lusts, and saying, Where is the promise of his coming?” 2 Pet. iii, 3, 4.
“For we know that if our earthly house of this tabernacle were dissolved, we have a building of God, a house not made with hands, eternal, in the heavens.” 2 Cor. v, 1.
“Beloved, now are we the sons of God; and it doth not yet appear what we shall be; but, we know that when he shall appear, we shall be like him, for we shall see him as he is. And every man that hath this hope in him, purifieth himself, even as he is pure.” 1 John iii, 2, 3.
Good Manners.—
Some children seem to think good manners are of no consequence. They will answer, “Yes,” “No,” “Well,” as if they never had heard of polite words or ways in their life. I like to hear little boys and girls say, “Yes, sir,” “Yes, ma’am,” “If you please,” “I thank you,” etc. I always think it sounds as if they were lovely, and gentle, and kind, as all Christian children should try to be.
I have a little niece who answers me so prettily, and she is only five years old. She says, “Yes, aunty,” “No, aunty,” “Please, aunty,” etc. And her gentle voice and manner make me love her a great deal.—Young Pilgrim.
A True Story of Faith.
ONE bright afternoon last summer, two little boys of my acquaintance started forth for a ramble in the green fields. They amused themselves for some time with a nice new chain which had been given to one of the boys not long before by his father. But after a while their attention was attracted to other ways: the ripe, red berries, the nimble squirrels, the gay butterflies, all in turn absorbed their little minds, and the new chain was left forgotten upon the ground.
At length both Freddy and Weston became tired of playing, and began to think about home, mother, and supper, and then they remembered the chain, and began to wonder where they could have dropped it. They looked about eagerly for a good while, but the chain was nowhere to be found. Finally said little Weston, “Let’s pray, Freddie, and perhaps that will help us to find the chain.” So these little boys knelt down and repeated the Lord’s Prayer, word for word, with the rather indistinct assurance that by so doing they should obtain help from above. They rose from their knees and renewed their search more diligently, but all to no purpose. They began to feel about discouraged, when little Freddie who had kept up a continual thinking, said, “Look here, Weston, that wasn’t the way to pray; we must pray for what we want; if we want God to help us find the chain, we must ask him to.” So they both knelt down once more, and their little trusting hearts went up to God in a simple earnest prayer, that he would help them to find their missing treasure. And then they again commenced their search. They had gone but a short distance, when the lost plaything was seen shining brightly in the grass. They seized it eagerly and ran home, as fast as their little feet would carry them, to relate to their mother the story of the afternoon’s adventures—the lost chain, the prayer, and its speedy answer.
May not children of a larger growth learn a lesson of simple faith from these little boys, and pray for what they want, remembering the promise, “Ask, and ye shall receive.”
YOUR MOTHER.
By M. S. Avery
Who cared for you, for you, my child,
When you were thoughtless, young, and wild,
Reproving with a voice so mild?
Your mother.
Who watched you when you lay so low,
With fever burning on your brow,
And loved you tenderly till now?
Your mother.
Who tried with all her power to win
Her wayward child from death and sin,
The Christian faith to follow in?
Your mother.
And who so ready to forgive
Your deeds amiss, and still believe
That you'll grow better while you live,
As mother?
Oh! will you try to wiser grow,
And do much good to all below?
For this will well repay, you know,
Your mother.
Then listen to her loving voice,
And wisdom make your early choice,
By doing which, will e'er rejoice
Your mother.
She loves to see obedience, too,
A loving, tender heart, and true,
All of which is most justly due
Your mother.
As childhood's day is passing by,
She's growing old, and dim her eye
Soon in the grave perhaps will lie,
Your mother.
Then never let her once detect
In you, a cruel, cold neglect,
Or want of gentle, sweet respect
For mother.
Oh! soothe her cares, make light her load,
While journeying o'er life's weary road,
Then ask the blessing of your God
For mother.
And when at last, her bed is made,
Low in the dark and solemn shade,
And when the long farewell is said
To mother,
Then may your heart be free from pain,
Her lessons given, may you retain,
And the sweet hope to meet again
Your mother.
M. S. AVERY.
Locke, March 7, 1868.
The Proof.
SOME years ago, a Frenchman, who, like many of his countrymen, had won a high rank among men of science, yet denied the God who is the author of all science, was crossing the Great Sahara, in company with an Arab guide. He noticed with a sneer that at certain times his guide, whatever obstacles might arise, put them all aside, and, kneeling on the burning sand, called on his God. Day after day passed, and the Arab never failed; till at last, one evening, the philosopher, when he arose from his knees, asked him, with a contemptuous smile: “How do you know there is any God?” The guide fixed his burning eye on the scoffer for a moment, in wonder, and then said solemnly: “How do I know there is a God? How did I know that a man and a camel passed my hut last night in the darkness? Was it not by the print of his foot in the sand? Even so,” and pointed to the sun, whose last rays were shining over the lonely desert, “that foot-print is not of man.”
A Good Resolve.
“MAMMA, when I am a man, I will begin to love Jesus.”
These words fell from the lips of a fine little fellow scarcely six years old.
His mamma had endeavored, time after time, to impress on his youthful mind the necessity of early piety; but, hitherto, all her persuasions seemed in vain.
When he uttered these words, she said, “But, my dear, suppose you do not live to be a man?”
He remained silent for some minutes, with his eyes fixed on the ceiling, as if in deep thought; and then, with a resolute countenance, added, “Then, mamma, I had better begin at once.”
Now, my dear young readers, will you follow Eddie’s example, and “begin at once?” There is no time like the present for serving the Lord. If you put it off a little longer, you will, perhaps, find that you have put it off a little too long. You have been frequently reminded in these pages, and perhaps by incidents occurring around you, that the youngest is not too young to die. But neither are you too young to give your heart to Jesus. If you go to him now, you will not regret it when you become men and women; but, on the contrary, will find God’s care and protection to be over you at all times, and that he fulfills his promises in ways that you cannot fully understand.—Early Days.
A Letter to the Children.
YOUNG FRIENDS: There is a right way and a wrong way through life. You are more easily influenced for good or evil than grown people, and the course you now take may lead you to honor, usefulness, and long life, or to infamy, misery, and an early death. It is of the utmost importance to yourselves, your friends, and society, that you be directed to take the true way, and form such habits as will keep you in this way, and make you loathe any other.
A dying mother once asked her little son to promise her three things: Never to swear, never to drink liquor, never to use tobacco. He promised, and remembered his promise, and kept it, and this led him in the right way, and made an earnest and useful man of him, to a good old age.
Swearing, liquor, and tobacco, lead to the wrong way, and each and every one of you should shun these things, and try to influence your companions to shun them. These are social evils, which afflict our land, and crowd our prisons with criminals, our asylums with lunatics, and our county-houses with paupers.
The poor drunkard whom you have seen staggering in the street, uttering profane or indecent language, was once a little boy like some of you, who then might have been directed, by proper influences and exertion, to take a better course. But when he drank the first glass of liquor, took the first oath, or the first morsel of tobacco, he did a ruinous thing. But he did not see it then,—he had no idea of becoming a drunkard!
Dear boys, have moral courage to resist every evil temptation to which any misguided person would lead you. Moral courage is far better than physical, for it leads one to do right, if all around them are doing wrong. This is the courage most needed everywhere, to secure better health, and better morals, in individuals and societies.—Rural New Yorker.
Paying Tribute.
A SHORT time ago Uncle Henry told me a little story which you would, perhaps, like to hear.
“In a certain part of Scotland,” said he, “the poor people, who lived on the land owned by the wealthy man, used to come yearly to pay their rent. What do you think this was? Why, just a pepper-corn! It had been the custom for a long series of years for each one to bring this pepper-corn on a certain day. It did not cost the poor man anything, nor did it make the landholder any richer; but it was a sign of tribute which they paid to him as their master.
“Now,” said my uncle, “it is just so with those who swear. Every oath is a pepper-corn, which they give to the Devil. It does neither party any good; it just shows who is their master.”—Child at Home.
Persevere Unto the Close
“Art thou a Christian? Shall the frown
Of fortune cause dismay?
For thee a heavenly crown awaits,
For thee are ope’d the pearly gates,
Prepared the deathless palm;
But bear in mind that only those
Who persevere unto the close
Can join in victory’s psalm.”
Friendship Requires Friendliness
“He who would have friends must show himself friendly.” True; and when a man complains of having no friends, he ought to ask himself the question, Whether he is a friend to any one?
A Solemn and Impressive Scene.
By James White
In Deut. xxvii, 16, are these words: “Cursed be he that setteth light by his father or his mother. And all the people shall say, Amen.” The Scriptures very often speak of the duty of children to obey and honor their parents; and one of God’s holy commandments, which he spake from Mt. Sinai and wrote on the tables of stone, is on this subject. Paul quotes it in the New Testament, and calls it the “first commandment with promise.” The Israelites, as a general thing, paid great regard to their parents, even unto old age, not considering themselves free from the authority of their parents at a certain “age,” as is common now. With so many strong expressions of the divine will on this subject, so much to show God’s great displeasure at the disregard of this duty, it would be strange indeed if they easily forgot it.
But the most solemn and impressive lesson was given in connection with the above text. Mt. Ebal was a sharp-pointed, rocky mountain or hill in Judea, about eight hundred feet high; and this was set apart for cursing. Now, let the youthful reader imagine all the host of Israel gathered in the plain between this and Mt. Gerizim; the Levites, as speaking for God, with a loud voice say, “Cursed be he that setteth light by his father or his mother.” A moment’s silence, and all that vast assemblage with united voice respond, “Amen!” Do you think a child who had once been witness to this scene would ever forget it?
But God’s “commandments stand fast forever,” the Psalmist says; and he is as much displeased to-day as he ever was at “disobedience to parents.”
Reader; Do you “set light” by your father or your mother? Do you ever disregard their authority? Do you in any wise dishonor them by your actions? Are you not afraid of the curse?
If you repent and come with humble faith through the Lord Jesus, you may be forgiven. But, “except ye repent, ye shall all likewise perish.”
J. H. W.
Freemasonry.
By Editor
WE have laid up the N. Y. Independent containing Prof. Pinney's articles on Freemasonry, intending to publish them if their interest warranted. They have reached to No. xi, and we find them very interesting, and instructive, and believe they will be useful. We shall commence their publication in the next number of the REVIEW.
Convocation Meeting
Appointments.
And as ye go, preach, saying, The kingdom of Heaven is at hand.
Convocation Meeting.
ACCORDING to the decision of the Illinois and Wisconsin Conference, the Lord willing, there will be a Convocation Meeting held at Dell Prairie, Adams Co., Wis., commencing Thursday, July 23, at 9 o'clock A. M., and continuing over first-day, the 26th; we hope to see a large attendance, especially of our brethren in Northern Wis. Dell Prairie is four miles north east from Kilbourn City, on the Milwaukee and La Crosse railroad. As there are but few brethren at this place, we would recommend that those coming with tents come prepared to help take care of others, as there will be more or less scattered ones coming that cannot come prepared to take care of themselves, and we want such to come.
We would be glad to see forty tents on the ground. Come, brethren, break away from your cares, and enjoy this feast. It is high time we were making a special effort to draw nigh to God. There will be an opportunity for baptism during the meeting, and it would be well for those who come desiring to have this ordinance administered, to come with a recommend from the church in their vicinity, or be received into the church upon condition that they are baptized. We earnestly hope Bro. J. N. Andrews will be able to attend this meeting. Let those that cannot come pray that God's blessing may attend this gathering of his people.
R. F. ANDREWS, } Wis.
ISAAC SANBORN, } Conf.
H. C. BLANCHARD, } Com.
PROVIDENCE permitting, we will meet with the church at Wright, Mich., July 4. We hope to see a general gathering from the region round about. The editor of the REVIEW will be with us.
JAMES WHITE.
ELLEN G. WHITE.
THE next Quarterly Meeting for the churches and scattered brethren in Franklin Co., Vt., will be held at Berkshire, the first Sabbath in July. Another Quarterly Meeting will be held at East Richford, in said county, the first Sabbath and first-day in August. I shall try to be present at these meetings. It is expected that several will be baptized during the meetings at East Richford.
A. C. BOURDEAU.
THERE will be Quarterly Meeting at Little Prairie, Wis., July 4 and 5. We would be glad to meet brethren from other churches. Come, brethren, praying the Lord may meet with us.
C. W. OLDS.
THE next Quarterly Meeting of the churches in Tuscola Co. will be held at Watrousville, July 4 and 5. Cannot Bro. and Sr. Strong meet with us?
JOHN WALTON, Clerk.
MONTHLY MEETING at Hartland, in the barn of Mr. Stephen Goodrich, two miles south of the village. I will meet with the brethren and sisters at Norridgewock at their quarterly church meeting, July 11 and 12.
L. L. HOWARD.
PROVIDENCE permitting, I will meet with the friends of truth in Roulette, Potter Co., Pa., the second Sabbath and first-day in July.
N. FULLER.
BANGOR, July 18, 19. Perry's Mills, 25, 26.
C. O. TAYLOR.
BRETHREN in Maine hereafter will send in their S. B. funds to William J. Haines, South Norridgewock, as he has been appointed State Treasurer, pro tem., instead of Bro. Towle, who has removed to Michigan.
By order of Committee.
L. L. HOWARD.
THE next Monthly Meeting for Western New York will be held at Parma, the second Sabbath in July.
N. FULLER.
THE next Monthly Meeting of the churches in Western New York will be held at the school-house in Parma, near Bro. Demarest's, on the second Sabbath in July. Teams will be at Adams' Basin on sixth-day, between 5 and 6 o'clock.
E. B. SAUNDERS.
J. M. A
By J. M. A.
Wanted.
A few hundred dollars wanted immediately at this Office, for a few months, or longer, for which interest will be paid, if desired.
Any of our brethren having spare means for which they have not immediate use, will confer a favor and help advance the cause by sending the same to us by draft at their earliest possible convenience.
J. M. A
Acknowledgments.
By James White
Among many favors from dear friends, we wish to acknowledge, as presented, the receipt of $20 from Bro. S. A. McPherson, of Wright, to purchase Mrs. W. a riding saddle; a valuable dress from the sisters of the Battle Creek church for Mrs. W.; a hair mattress from Bro. A. W. Smith, of Manchester, N. H., worth $35; a fine permanent set of upper teeth from Dr. J. F. Byington, and nearly 400 grapes of good growth from the brethren in Western New York.
The saddle is purchased, and in service; the dress is a becoming one to wear before the public; the mattress is the best I ever saw, and takes the place of feathers; the teeth, it may be said, to the credit of Bro. Byington, are a perfect fit, and right in every respect. His success in dentistry makes him worthy of liberal patronage. The grapes are growing finely, and already furnish me good employment hoeing and pruning them.
JAMES WHITE.
Baptism at Johnstown, Mich.
By J. H. Waggoner
SABBATH, the 20th inst., I met with the friends at Johnstown. Though feeling quite weak from recent indisposition, I enjoyed some liberty in speaking to them on the subject of baptism. In the afternoon, we repaired to the lake, where eight were baptized. My only regret was that circumstances prevented a longer stay, and deprived me of an opportunity to become personally acquainted with the believers there. I shall be pleased to visit them again, if opportunity offers.
J. H. WAGGONER.
Ohio State Conference.
By J. H. W.
There seems to be a strong probability that the next Conference will be held at Clyde, that place being most central and conveniently situated on Rail Roads. Is there a more suitable place? and, Can we have two meetings while Bro. and Sr. White are in that State? Speak freely and soon. J. H. W.
Sister Spaulding Seriously Ill
We have received a statement that Sister Spaulding, of Bloomington, Ill., is very low in sickness, not expected to live. The letter was dated June 20. If any minister or other friend could visit her, it would be a great favor, if she is still living. Inquire for J. L. Spaulding.
BUSINESS AND PERSONAL.
A limited space will be given under this head for Business Notices from the brethren, at 20 cents per line for each insertion. Parties must give good reference as to their standing and responsibility.
NOTICE. I have two dwelling-houses, a cabinet shop and ware room, which I will sell on reasonable terms, part pay down. We are anxious that Sabbath-keepers should purchase and settle here.
Address ELIAS STILES,
North Liberty, Ind.