Chapter 24—Publishing Again
      
      
        From Oswego we went to Centerport, in company with Brother
      
      
        and Sister Edson, and made our home at Brother Harris’s, where we
      
      
        published a monthly magazine called the Advent Review.
      
      
        The “Review And Herald”
      
      
        In November, 1850, the paper was issued at Paris, Maine. Here
      
      
        it was enlarged, and its name changed to that which it now bears,
      
      
        the Advent Review and Sabbath Herald. We boarded in Brother A.’s
      
      
        family. We were willing to live cheaply, that the paper might be
      
      
        sustained. The friends of the cause were few in numbers and poor in
      
      
        worldly wealth, and we were still compelled to struggle with poverty
      
      
        and great discouragement. We had much care, and often sat up as late
      
      
        as midnight, and sometimes until two or three in the morning, to read
      
      
        proof sheets.
      
      
        Excessive labor, care, and anxiety, a lack of proper and nourishing
      
      
        food, and exposure to cold in our long winter journeys, were too much
      
      
        for my husband, and he sank under the burden. He became so weak
      
      
        that he could scarcely walk to the printing office. Our faith was tried to
      
      
        the utmost. We had willingly endured privation, toil, and suffering, yet
      
      
        our motives were misinterpreted, and we were regarded with distrust
      
      
        and jealousy. Few of those for whose good we had suffered, seemed
      
      
        to appreciate our efforts.
      
      
        We were too much troubled to sleep or rest. The hours in which we
      
      
        should have been refreshed with sleep, were often spent in answering
      
      
        long communications occasioned by envy. Many hours, while others
      
      
        were sleeping, we spent in agonizing tears, and mourning before the
      
      
        Lord. At length my husband said: “Wife, it is of no use to try to
      
      
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        struggle on any longer. These things are crushing me, and will soon
      
      
        carry me to the grave. I cannot go any farther. I have written a note
      
      
        for the paper, stating that I shall publish no more.” As he stepped out
      
      
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