Memoirs of William Miller - Sylvester Bliss

doing good.’ No ostentation, no selfaggrandizement
was in his religion, but a pure,
holy flame of love to God and man. His person was
perfect, his form comely, his soul pure. This was
the character, and such the qualifications of
Emanor, the Prince of whom I have been speaking.
“In addition to what I have related, he was a
great Captain, a mighty Conqueror, and a Prince of
peace. In the wars which his Father waged with the
most potent enemies of his government, he came
off conqueror, and more than conqueror, over some
of the most stubborn and rebellious subjects that
any government was ever troubled with. He carried
the olive branch of peace into the enemies’ camp;
and, although he was treated with indignity, scorn,
and hatred, was reviled, mocked, spit upon, was
smitten, bruised, wounded, and torn, slandered,
defamed, and cast out, yet he ceased not to cry,
Peace, and to proclaim, Pardon to the chief of the
rebels, on condition of their throwing down the
weapons of their rebellion, and returning to the
allegiance of their lawful and righteous Sovereign.
And, when they refused even these conditions, he
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