Southern Christian Advocate

LETTER FROM A TEXAS SISTER.

Bro. Myers, It may be that you noticed my prayer. Well, I do think the 20th volume of the S. C. A., beats all the rest. The new dress and its contents make me feel enthusiastic. Your editorial of the 26th June, suits my views. Just for Dr. Pierce to be living, I feel protected from innovation. Best, I think, for him not to be understood sometimes. It will keep him alive longer. O, just to think of the sermon from him in 1839 from the 10th of Job. It feeds me still. and inspires me to be patient under all the vicissitudes of life. You preachers can't imagine what good You are doing. No sermon falls to the ground. No good intention is valueless. The Methodists may be hauled and dragged here and there, torn affliction of mind and body, still they remember their past privileges. Willing to suffer and improve a new country, anticipating when they are gone, that others will enjoy privileges as they once did in Georgia. The grave of my parents and only son is there. I love my native State, and yet I could be willing to have Bishop. Pierce here. He talks so much to suit me. I was in Alabama when his father came over to. establish Methodism there.

We need help, more help, while I am so thankful for our present help. Bishop Capers' letters served to jog my husband's memory. We made more efforts and less cotton. Now Bishop Pierce inspires me to be clean and make good coffee, speaks well of us, is almost willing to dine with us. That does me lots of good, for if he don't come he will send. I can but hope he will come. Thomas Samford is here. I have not seen him, though in the same Co; but I recollect his sermon in Salem, Clarke co., Ga. 'Do unto all as you would have them do unto you.'

If you have time to make something out of these thoughts of mine, do so, if not, all right. I am not bigoted, self-willed, or revengeful; but believe the Editor knows best. I am working and praying for better times. I want Methodism to prosper and her discipline complied with. The joy that I felt in July at the Putnam camp-meeting in 1849 still glows. I wanted to live to see, the Church prosper. I have seen it. I still am willing to live and suffer for Christ's sake. In my pilgrimage 'mountains have become mole hills.' The Bible is precious all the way. Prayer makes me rich. The church prays for me, 'that's enough.'

Yours respectfully,

S. S. ROBERTS.

Galatia, July 23rd.