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Memoirs of William Miller - Sylvester Bliss

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<strong>of</strong> the Baptist church to which Bro. M. belongs.<br />

“At the gate <strong>of</strong> his hospitable mansion we met a<br />

young man in a wagon, with crutches by his side<br />

whose round open countenance showed him to be a<br />

son <strong>of</strong> <strong>William</strong> <strong>Miller</strong>. He gave us a cordial<br />

invitation to enter. Three visitors were already in<br />

the house, to whom myself, wife and child, being<br />

added, made a number which we feared would be<br />

burdensome. We soon found ourselves perfectly at<br />

home, though we had never before seen one <strong>of</strong> the<br />

family but its venerable head.<br />

“The next day five other visitors arrived, one <strong>of</strong><br />

whom was a lady from Iowa, and three from<br />

Vergennes. The day was very stormy. We went to<br />

the place <strong>of</strong> worship, and found a congregation<br />

consisting <strong>of</strong> fewer persons than we left at the<br />

house. The preacher, Bro. Increase Jones, gave a<br />

plain, practical sermon on the text, ‘The end <strong>of</strong> all<br />

things is at hand; be ye therefore sober, and watch<br />

unto prayer.’ In the afternoon we opened the<br />

Scriptures, and tried to pursue the apostolic method<br />

in speaking <strong>of</strong> Jesus and the resurrection.<br />

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