Memoirs of William Miller - Sylvester Bliss

William Miller, such a course was beyond his
reach: he was deprived of the benefit, he has
escaped the perversion. Let us be satisfied. But still
we must record the fact, that it would have been
extremely gratifying, if something of the kind
could have been placed at his command. He
desired it. He longed for it with an intensity of
feeling that approached to agony. He pondered the
question over and over, whether it was possible to
accomplish what appeared to him to be not only a
desirable gratification and honor, but almost
essential to his existence.
It should be noticed, however, that his
circumstances became somewhat relieved as he
advanced in years. The log house had given place
to a comfortable frame house; and, in this, William
had a room he was permitted to call his own. He
had means to provide himself with a new book,
occasionally, and with candles to read at night, so
that he could enjoy his chosen luxury, during his
leisure hours, in comparative comfort.
It was on one of those times of leisure that an
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