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        remembered Jesus and His disappointments. His soul was grieved that
      
      
        He was not appreciated by those He came to bless. I should have dwelt
      
      
        upon the mercy and loving-kindness of God, praising Him more, and
      
      
        complaining less of the ingratitude of my brethren. Had I ever left all
      
      
        my perplexities with the Lord, thinking less of what others said and
      
      
        did against me, I should have had more peace and joy. I will now seek
      
      
        first to guard myself, that I offend not in word or deed, and then to
      
      
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        help my brethren make straight paths for their feet. I will not stop to
      
      
        mourn over any wrong done to me. I have expected more of men than
      
      
        I ought. I love God and His work, and I love my brethren also.”
      
      
        Little did I think, as we traveled on, that this was the last journey
      
      
        we should ever make together. The weather changed suddenly from
      
      
        oppressive heat to chilling cold. My husband took cold, but thought
      
      
        his health so good that he would receive no permanent injury. He
      
      
        labored in the meetings at Charlotte, presenting the truth with great
      
      
        clearness and power. He spoke of the pleasure he felt in addressing a
      
      
        people who manifested so deep an interest in the subjects most dear
      
      
        to him. “The Lord has indeed refreshed my soul,” he said, “while I
      
      
        have been breaking to others the bread of life. All over Michigan the
      
      
        people are calling eagerly for help. How I long to comfort, encourage,
      
      
        and strengthen them with the precious truths applicable to this time!”
      
      
        On our return home, my husband complained of slight indisposi-
      
      
        tion, yet he engaged in his work as usual. Every morning we visited
      
      
        the grove near our home, and united in prayer. We were anxious to
      
      
        know our duty. Letters were continually coming in from different
      
      
        places, urging us to attend the camp meetings. Notwithstanding our
      
      
        determination to devote ourselves to writing, it was hard to refuse to
      
      
        meet with our brethren in these important gatherings. We earnestly
      
      
        pleaded for wisdom to know the right course.
      
      
        Sabbath morning, as usual, we went to the grove together, and my
      
      
        husband prayed most fervently three times. He seemed reluctant to
      
      
        cease pleading with God for special guidance and blessing. His prayers
      
      
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        were heard, and peace and light came to our hearts. He praised the
      
      
        Lord, and said: “Now I give it all up to Jesus. I feel a sweet, heavenly
      
      
        peace, an assurance that the Lord will show us our duty; for we desire
      
      
        to do His will.” He accompanied me to the Tabernacle, and opened the
      
      
        services with singing and prayer. It was the last time he was ever to
      
      
        stand by my side in the pulpit.