Memoirs of William Miller - Sylvester Bliss

drowsy spirits of their titled champions, and they
arose to combat -- what? -- a Bible doctrine, a
long-acknowledged truth, a part of all their creeds
from ages framed! Scoffs and ridicule, for a
season, flew, thick as hailstones, in every direction.
But this mode of warfare only caused the valiant
soldiers of the Advent banner to buckle on their
armor strong and firm, and tread the myriads of
this army in the dust; and thus, through God, we
conquered valiantly.
“The war was changed. The mighty heads of
human creeds came forth, -- some clad in mitred
crowns and surpliced gowns, in college robes and
doctors’ caps, in presidential chairs and professors’
seats, -- with their retainers, serfs and allies, to
shout the victory before the battle was won. Those
who saw this mighty host can but remember what a
cloud of dust was raised. A cry went forth like the
war-whoop of the native Americans. The earth
trembled; the heavens shook. Some of these
champions were armed with a weapon forged by
the pagan Vulcan, and polished by German
ingenuity, and supposed, by their followers, to be
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