My husband, who denies me nothing, has allowed me to send for some of your books whose names I remembered.

I thought at first to write to you about them, but I distrust now my own understanding too much to venture.

I would like you to know that they have helped me somewhat, for I do not now say to myself in hard, tearless fashion that I know there is no God, to which thought I was driven by the reflection that most of those who seek him most diligently sow the wind and reap the whirlwind.
"But the more immediate occasion of this letter is to tell you that a month since Mr.Finney held a meeting not far from us.

I went, thinking to gain some help from him, and to hear news of you, but I was greatly disappointed, and made very angry.

He preached as my husband and many of our elders preach, and there were among the crowd the same signs of excitement and peculiar manifestations that we have constantly among us.
But toward the end of his sermon Mr.Finney spoke of my husband's Church, and he lent the weight of his influence to very evil slanders that are constantly repeated about us by those who have not sought to know the truth.