On the twenty-fourth of February, two young men presented themselves for baptism. It rained and snowed amain, and the atmosphere was so dense that we could not see distinctly a little way ahead. But as we descended towards the Angrogua river, a singular scene was presented: the clouds were suddenly rent asunder, as if they had been a sheet of paper, and the side of Mount Brigham was visible, in a moment, from the top to the bottom. I exclaimed, "The veil over Italy has burst," and yet, at the instant, I knew not what I was saying. I stood paralyzed with the magnificent views which opened on every side; then with a prayer to Israel's God, we entered the stream. In the evening a congregation assembled, and I commenced preaching; but the devil entered into some who had been resisting the truth, and I saw that he had got a firm hold, and my words seemed to be wasted on the assembly, through the presence of such a deadening and defiling influence. I therefore stopped short, and sat down, after intimating that everybody might go where they liked. By this means I got rid of the chaff while the good grain remained. I then commenced preaching, and the power of God rested upon us. Many a tear rolled down those weather-beaten faces. The next day I baptized ten persons; they are not the rich and the noble, but you shall judge them by their own language, as they have each given me a line to send to their foreign brethren. As follows: 1. May we meet when the earth is renovated. 2. Pray for a young sister who wishes to grow in grace. 3. Absent in body, but united in spirit. 4. Hallelujah, for the Lord has remembered His people. 5. If we do not meet in these bodies, may we embrace each other in the resurrection. (This brother is sixty-two years old.) 6. In the midst of weakness I hope for strength. 7. Pray for a poor brother. 8. May we be crowned with glory when the world is judged. The other brothers and sisters send the following: We thank our Heavenly Father that we have begun to walk in the pathway of a new and endless life. One brother, who is a firm believer in the "Voice of Joseph," I have advanced as an Elder. Five months ago he was requested to take the office of Elder in the Waldensian Church. This he refused. Please address my letters as usual, but add "_Poste Restante_." I do not see an opening at present, but I believe the Lord will enable me to be independent of the hotel, and by that means I shall know more as to the true character of the inhabitants. Remember me to Sister Woodard, and all friends whom you see in your travels. All kinds of calumny and petty persecution are brought into use. The devil is not idle here, and sometimes he tells the truth. Yours in the new and everlasting covenant, Jabez Woodard. We now copy from the _Millennial Star_, under date of March 15, 1851, as follows: