Memoirs of William Miller - Sylvester Bliss

ender up your stewardship. Ye scoffers, take
warning; cease your revilings, your newspaper
squibs, your bombast, your revellings, and your
banquetings. And you, my dear reader, prepare!
prepare! for lo! --
‘He comes, he comes, the Judge severe;
The seventh trumpet speaks him near.’”
The foregoing will also serve as a specimen of
his mode, at times, of addressing an audience. At
other times he was very earnest and solemn. In
arguing that we must be beyond the end of the
1260 days of Daniel and John, from the fact that
the church is not now in the wilderness, he said:
“Can we be mistaken in the fulfillment of this
prophecy? Is the church now in the wilderness?
And if you should respond, She is, -- I ask you,
When, then, was she out? Not in the apostolic age;
for she was not more free then than now. And then,
let me inquire, where are your twelve hundred and
sixty years? They can have no meaning. O,
Christian! I beg of you, believe in the word of God;
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