opened, and the foundations of the earth do shakethe great equinoctial storm is near-to whom will ye flee for shelter?-if to the blessed Shepherd of Israel, you will meet with the poor way-faring publisher of M. T.; for to that Great Saviour I have fled for refuge, now, and for ever.

"I know that my Redeemer lives."
What comfort this sweet sentence gives-
He lives-He lives, who once was dead,
He lives my ever-living Head. Alleluia."

I wish the Indians to understand, that the motto on my title page (2 Kings, 7. 9.) was given to me by the Lord, at the time that I received Mr. Wolff's testimony, when I was filled with rapture, and cried "Come Lord JESUS." When I say it was given to me by the Lord, I mean that the text was spoken in my heart, by the Spirit which made that poor heart glad; (for indeed my red brethren, sorrow is my companion generally, as well as yours;) and I thought at the time, that christians in Philadelphia were intended; but a particular survey of the chapter was blest to me for more perfect instruction concerning my work, that I was called to declare good tidings to the "sheep in the wilderness," even the outcasts from Samaria, descendants of Rachel's first born, who was decreed to be the increase of God's holy flock, in the latter day glory. See Gen. 49, and Deut. 33.

I published Mr. Wolff's Letter, &c.—I appointed meetings in Philadelphia and testified that Jesus was coming in person, glory, and power, in 1847. The Tidings (preached or printed) were rejected. I retired in October, and passed a sick and suffering winter-(I was a cripple.) In March 1832, Mr. Sweet (the natural bone setter) put my hip in place, and I set out in May, to go on pilgrimage to the

far west. At Independence (Missouri) I first heard the still small voice, saying in me, "Thou must go to Jerusalem." My face was then set as a flint towards the wilderness of America, and I expected to pitch my tent with the prophet's band of the Kickapoo nation. I said "My Father, I am going to thy poor outcasts." "Yes-go to the Indians"would dart through my mind; but instantly followed up by "Thou must go to Jerusalem”—I said, "I will go any where thou pleasest to send me."

I pursued my course as far as Fort Leavenworth; and there discovered that the Commissioners on Indian Affairs, had both the will and power to prevent my settlement with the Indians. I was exceedingly distressed. I prostrated myself before the throne of grace-I lifted my hands to God, and cried "What shall I do"-(I was ready to sink beneath a load of anguish.)

"Peace be unto thee, thou shalt go to Jerusalem;" "turn again"-was spoken in me "with power to heal" my wounded heart. I believed the voice then, but afterwards doubted; and again it spoke "Thou shalt go to Jerusalem-and thou shalt see England."

After two years (and during their lapse, I was "tossed up and down like the locust," by inward conflicts, and outward opposition to my new pilgrimage; but at last the cloud was raised, and I crossed the Atlantic-saw England-favoured isle -I went to Jerusalem-visited Calvary-walked, and sat, and kneeled in Gethsemane-ascended the Mount of Olives-there (on the summit, opposite the eastern gate of the Holy City) I read the twentyfourth and twenty-fifth chapters of Matthew's Gospel of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ, the Holy One of Israel.

I was favoured with one month's probation in the

Holy City, as a pilgrim from America. The Latin Convent was my place of refuge, as a lodging: the Catholics have been kind to me. The Superior sent for me to call at his visiting room; and to him I said (by an interpreter) "the Lord JESUS Christ will soon return in His glorified body-But first Anti-Christ will come, and he will put down Rome." This took place at Jerusalem, on Friday, April 14th, A. D. 1837-my birth-day-I was forty-nine years old.

I had not the means (that is money) to enable me to stay in Jerusalem-I was obliged to leave the City of the Great King. After many conflicts there was a message of peace given in my soul, and I departed on the 9th of May, 1837, without any doubts upon my mind respecting a second pilgrimage to that elect place of my Redeemer's throne, and the elect place of the soles of His feet, when He shall make it glorious.

Since my return to America, I have been comforted by the Lord's employing me, to continue my testimony to His household. The Fourth Number concludes it; and I now bid you an affectionate Farewell, praying that you may be enabled, by the grace of God, to reap some good from Millennial Tidings, by comparing them with the scriptures of truth. I hope the four Numbers will be distributed about, among different tribes; but I have no address to send them, but Mr. Field, (a Cherokee chief) at Fort Gibson, Arkansas Territory. I am very desirous that Millennial Tidings should be translated into the Cherokee language.

I wish the Indians to know that I am indebted to the kindness of sundry persons in Philadelphia who have assisted me to pay for Nos. 2 and 3, M. T., and I likewise acknowledge, with very grateful pleasure, a present of five dollars from Mr. Richard

Field (a Cherokee chief) on the day that I den
to his care the boxes which contained my 1st and
Nos. of good Tidings to the King's household.

"Now the God of peace, that brought again from the dead our Lord JESUS, that great Shepherd of the sheep, through the blood of the everlasting covenant,

"Make us perfect in every good work to do His will, working in us that which is well pleasing in his sight, through JESUS Christ;

"To whom be glory forever and ever. Amen.” HARRIET LIVERMORE,

A pilgrim and stranger in the earth.

Philadelphia, April 15th, A. D. 1839.