Memoirs of William Miller - Sylvester Bliss

for observation to all the passengers in the stage. It
was pointed out to me by one of them, who lived in
an adjoining village. It was to me a fruitful subject,
as I beheld, for the first time, both beauty and
sublimity in the cultivated vale and snow-capped,
venerable mountains in the vicinity. I thought how
appropriate, -- how like the hills and vales of
Judea, where Amos and other shepherds, and
former servants of the Most High lived, were
called, and sent to warn mankind!
“As I approached across the farm, I passed the
grove where he had meditated, wept and prayed,
and entered the house of the aged, wornout, sick
and dying servant of God, who had been so
scorned by the world. I felt favored of God. I was
welcomed in the simple, hearty, easy style of a
Vermont Christian farmer’s family. That pleasant,
beaming countenance of his wife, and the hearty
shake of the hand, told me I was at home; and the
kettle of homony, just taken from the fire, was at
once prophetic of my supper. And all the members
of the family, intelligent, modest and cordial, made
me feel how really glad they were of the call, and
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