Memoirs of William Miller - Sylvester Bliss

longest may be his on earth, without travelling
from city to city, from town to village, laboring
night and day like a galley-slave, to add to a store
which is already abundant. Who, that has witnessed
his earnestness in the pulpit, and listened to the
uncultivated eloquence of nature, which falls in
such rich profusion from his lips, dare say that he is
an impostor? We answer, without fear of
contradiction from any candid mind, None! We are
not prepared to say how far the old man may be
from correct, but one thing, we doubt not that he is
sincere; and we do hope that some one of his many
opponents will take the pains to investigate the
subject, and, if it be in their power, drive the old
man from his position. It is certainly a subject
worthy of investigation, and one fraught with
momentous consequences; and no matter who the
individual is that promulgates the doctrine, if he
offers good reasons and sound arguments, drawn
from the word of God and from history, we say he
is entitled to his position until, by the same means,
he is driven from it. Mr. Miller certainly goes to
the fountain of knowledge, revelation and history,
for proof, and should not be answered with low,
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