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Rode to Doctor P——’s. After preaching here, I saw Henry Metcalf,¹ who travels through this circuit, a man of a sorrowful spirit, and under constant heaviness.

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A few met me at Northampton court house; after preaching we rode on through the rain, to brother Anthony Moore’s, where I was warm, dry, and comfortable.

I have read two volumes of Sermons written by Mr. Knox, of the West Indies. I am much pleased with his defence of revealed religion; and, indeed, through the whole work there is something sublime and spiritual; so catholic too, and free from peculiar doctrines: I esteem him as one of the best writers amongst the Presbyterians I have yet met with. VIRGINIA

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I had five hearers, beside the family; we then rode through rain and snow to brother John Seward’s.

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On my way to Isham Malone’s my horse fell on the ice, and caught my leg under him: I had some bread in my great-coat side-pocket that was under me in my fall, which made it worse, and I hurt my knee too: I had presence of mind, and prayed as I fell. The snow being deep saved me much from damage. I lament the love of the world, covetousness, and other evils that lie heavy on the Church of God.

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After preaching at Easter’s, I rode to Tignall Jones’s: his wife has waded through deep waters. I have spent some time in Mecklenburg circuit; but such has been the weather that I have had but few hearers. We tried to cross Staunton River at Owen’s ferry, but could not for the ice; we then had a long cold ride to Coles’s ferry, and here we got over. We lodged where we had nothing to eat or drink but a little toast and water: I went shaking to bed as if I had an ague on me.

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After riding some miles to Halifax court house, about ten o’clock in the morning I had some coffee for my breakfast.

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Preached at a church, and held a love feast. My toe, which has been inflamed for some time past, is now very troublesome. Sister Martin’s kindness has been a plaster for all my sores.

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Rode to Guilford quarterly meeting;¹ thence, twenty-five miles, to Short’s; and thence to Madeira’s; here my toe became so bad, I was obliged to halt. I applied different poultices to take out the inflammation.

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I feel much better, and hope shortly to be able to go on the Lord’s work again; this is my life, my all. During my confinement I have been reading the sacred text.

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Lord, my soul thirsteth for holiness in myself and others. I found my heart led out in prayer for those I cannot preach to. The Lord is my witness, that if my whole body, yea, every hair of my head, could labour and suffer, they should freely be given up for God and souls. During my heavy affliction I could scarcely have met with a greater disappointment than my being unable to go to the Yadkin,¹ but it might not be to any great purpose; and Providence has hindered. By the help of a stick, I can now visit the barn and stable. The more I pray, Satan tempts the more— but this is according to custom. I hope to live the life of love and holiness below, triumphing over all my foes.

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Being sent for, I went to Mr. Bostwick’s (?), on Dan River.¹ I have been engaged in reading Baxter’s Saints’ Rest,² and my soul was often drawn to God in secret prayer.

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Preached at the funeral of Absalom Bostwick’s daughter.

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Preached twice: began to fear I should stop again—my foot swelled, and my toe inflamed.

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Rode forty miles—next day preached to fifteen people.

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Rode to Hillsboro. The snow was deep—the street dirty— my horse sick—the people drinking and swearing. I endeavoured to preach on “A man’s gaining the whole world,” &c.

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Brothers Allen and J. Cromwell¹ were with me: we took sweet counsel together, and refreshed each other’s bowels in the Lord.

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Preached at Browder’s, and then hasted to the widow Kimbrough’s. Here I was wonderfully entertained with a late publication by Silas Mercer, a Baptist preacher, in which he has anathematized the whole race of kings from Saul to George III. His is republicanism run mad. Why afraid of religious establishments in these days of enlightened liberty? Silas has beaten the Pope, who only on certain occasions, and for certain reasons, absolves subjects from allegiance to their sovereigns; and if the nations of Europe believed the sweeping doctrines of Silas, they would be right to decapitate every crowned head, and destroy every existing form of Church government. If plunging-baptism is the only true ordinance, and there can be no true Church without it, it is not quite clear that ever Christ had a Church until the Baptists plunged for it.

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Although the day was unfavourable, many attended at Pope’s chapel, where I was wonderfully assisted, and enabled to be close on 2 Corinthians 13:5—a favourite subject. We had a short, simple, living love feast.

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I enlarged on Isaiah 55:6, 7, at Pope’s chapel. This neighbourhood has been poisoned by preaching Antinomianism; but I hope it will yet come to something.

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After preaching at S——’s, we rode to Long’s.¹ I have had great times in Tar River circuit;² the congregations have been large and living, more so than in any circuit I have passed through since I crossed the Potomac.

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I preached at Jones’s chapel¹—a better house than I expected to have seen built by the Methodists in North Carolina. We then rode fifteen miles to W——’s, where we were kindly received, and comfortably entertained.

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After passing through Brunswick circuit, I preached at Mr. Jarratt’s barn. Mr. Jarratt was very kind, and the people very attentive.

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Preached at Finney’s old place, where I suppose there might be some that had hardly heard preaching since I was here last year: thence I rode through Powhatan, Cumberland, and Buckingham counties, where there is poor encouragement for religion. O my Lord, arise for thine own glory, visit the people in mercy, and make known thy power in the salvation of poor sinners!

We crossed James river in a canoe; our horses by wading and swimming got over. I found some people of feeling at T. Key’s, to whom I preached on John 3:19; thence we rode the river seventeen miles along a very rude, uneasy path, to preach to fifteen people. After getting a little cold bacon, we rode on to Crenshaw’s, where we fared better.

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Preached at Granger’s¹ church to perhaps five hundred people. From the church we rode on to Dr. Hopkins’s. I could not see; feeling the hills and dales, we pushed on about thirty miles. We got in, cold and fatigued, about eleven o’clock. A drunken man we fell in with conducted us four or five miles. The labour of the day has been performed with little refreshment for either man or horse. Since yesterday week at noon, I have ridden one hundred and fifty-four miles in this rough country. Arriving, through the woods, at Martin Key’s,² I found a happy change since I was here last year—bless the Lord! I will take it as an answer to prayer. Now, the whole family are called together for worship—the man is seeking, the woman has found the Lord, and the children are serious.

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Quarterly meeting at brother Fry’s: a living power went through the people in our love feast. It was supposed the congregation consisted of nearly, or quite, seven hundred people. I hope the word was sealed to some hearts. I do not love, live, or labour as I desire. O, my soul! stir up thyself to take hold of the Lord by diligence and faith every moment.

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I preached at the Manakintown on the Epistle to the Church at Smyrna.

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Rode on to Walthall’s, and thence to Petersburg, where we found a house full at six o’clock. On Tuesday we reached Mabry’s chapel at quarterly meeting, just as preaching was over.

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Rode to Ellis’ chapel, in Sussex county, where we held our conference the two ensuing days. Brother O’Kelley gave us a good sermon: “I keep under my body, and bring it into subjection,” &c. Mr. Jarratt gave us a good discourse on 1 Timothy 1:4. Our business was conducted with uncommon love and unity.

From this conference I proceeded on and crossed James River on my way to the north, and was led to cry to God to go with us and meet us there. MARYLAND

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Reached Baltimore about seven o’clock. I have ridden about fifty miles to-day. In crossing the Potomac, when about midway, we turned back to meet the stage, and I found Dr. Lusby. I learned by letter that my father and mother are yet alive.

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Our conference began, all in peace. William Glendenning had been devising a plan to lay me aside, or at least to abridge my powers.¹ Mr. Wesley’s letter settled the point, and all was happy. The conference rose on Friday morning.

I find the spirit and conversation of those I am among steal upon me. My soul is in travail to be holy in all manner of conversation and godliness. It is amazing to behold how the ice, coming down the Potomac, has swept the banks, cutting through large trees, removing rocks of incredible size, and smoothing the river banks, as though many hundreds of men had been employed for that purpose.

I was solemn and blessed at Sharpsburg. A poor Irish woman, who had treated the Methodists ill, was convicted, and sent for me to pray with her. God grant that the impressions made may be lasting!

VIRGINIA—WEST VIRGINIA

From Sharpsburg I hastened on to Shepherdstown, where the Lord set home his word. Came to sister Boydstone’s, one of the kindest women in Virginia. Here all things were comfortable. I was sleepy, weary, and feeble, but my body and soul were refreshed; thanks be to God for every friend! I covenanted with God to be more in prayer; my soul is humbled before the Lord.

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Lord, strengthen my resolution to be thine in heart, more and more. Make, and keep me always watching unto prayer! I preached at Martinsburg to a hundred people or more, and was led out while I enlarged on, “What is the Almighty that we should serve him,” &c. Thence to Stroud’s at seven o’clock, and spoke with great plainness; the people stared upon us. Next morning we had all the workmen to prayer. The mother and two daughters appeared tender, and wept when we took our leave of them. Who knows what God may do for them?

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I attempted to preach at Newtown.¹ I raged and threatened the people, and was afraid it was spleen. I found, however, that Mr. Otterbein,² a worthy German minister, had done the same a little time before.

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We had hard work in crossing a mountain six miles over, and it was still worse the next day in crossing the greater mountain.¹ I found it very warm work, though stripped. We struggled along nevertheless, and met with about four hundred people at Strader’s,² to whom I spoke on 2 Corinthians 13:5,—I hope not in vain. While I was at prayer, a large limb fell from a sycamore tree in the midst of the people, yet not one received the least injury; some thought it was a trick of the devil; and so indeed it might have been. Perhaps he wanted to kill another, who spoke after me with great power.³

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At Hyder¹ I was much tried in spirit, yet I was enabled to speak pure, living truth, on Titus 3:2-5, at three o’clock. I was assisted to speak feeling words to some souls at Isaac Van Meter’s² though in pain and weariness. Thence I hasted to preach at six o’clock at Conrad Hoffman’s,³ a third time this day, where I enlarged on Job 21:15. About ten o’clock at night I came to brother Samuel Dew’s,⁴ very weary, and lodged there. I hope this day’s labour will be useful to my own soul and the souls of others.

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Preached twice¹—speaker and hearers too dull. Alas!

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Although my body is weak, my soul is filled with love to God. He is my portion.

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I had freedom of spirit and utterance, at Joseph Cresap’s, to a large congregation; and although still weak in body, I preached again at Barratt’s in the evening.

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We began to ascend the Alleghany, directing our course towards Redstone.¹ We passed the Little Meadows, keeping the route of Braddock’s road² for about twenty-two miles, along a rough pathway: arriving at a small house, and halting for the night, we had, literally, to lie as thick as three in a bed. My soul has peace. For three days I had a fever; the excessive labour I have undergone may have nourished it. When I rose yesterday morning I was very unwell. After riding about seven miles, I was taken with a trembling and profuse perspiration. I ate something, and felt better, and my fever is now abated. My soul has been blessed in an uncommon degree; and thou, my soul, bless the Lord; and O that he may be pleased to make me a blessing to the people in this part of the world!

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I was amongst a dull, kind people: I spoke closely, and perhaps laboured much in vain; here are some of Wooster’s disciples:¹ this man set up prayer meetings, and preached for twenty-five pounds per annum; he left his people because they would not increase his salary. WEST VIRGINIA—PENNSYLVANIA

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At Cheat River we had a mixed congregation of sinners, Presbyterians, Baptists, and it may be, of saints: I had liberty, and gave it to them as the Lord gave it to me—plain enough. After me brother Bonham spoke with life and power. I think God will bring a people to himself in this place. Blessed be the name of the Lord for a plentiful rain after a long drought!

Three thick—on the floor—such is our lodging—but no matter: God is with us:—

“Labour is rest, and pain is sweet,

Whilst thou, my God! art here.”

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We had nearly seven hundred people at Beeson Town:¹ they were, in general, serious and attentive.

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I preached at Dennis’,¹ to a wild people, on Acts 13:26. Since last Friday we have ridden one hundred and sixty or more miles, on rough roads, through a rough country, and with rough fare: I trust our labour will not all be lost.

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I preached to many people at Old Town, where they abound in intemperance.

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I preached at Bath—I was shut up.

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I preached in the new market-house at Fredericktown; many attended both from town and country.

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We had many to hear at Winchester (Westminster); they appeared to be orderly and solemn, and I hope it will appear that some were convicted.

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I preached at Reisterstown on, “Take heed that the light which is in you be not darkness.”

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We had about thirty people, and a poor time at Rock chapel.¹ We came to Squire William McClellan’s(?); a kind, inquiring man, who received and entertained us hospitably.

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I praise God for health of body, peace of mind, and a desire to be holiness to the Lord: I am led into a deep and sweet union with God. My mind was solemn at the love feast, and the people appeared to be stirred up: I was very searching on Luke 18:11, and there was some move. Thence I hasted to Daniel Worley’s,¹ where I found about one hundred and fifty people waiting for me. I want to be very spiritual; seeing that it is by continual prayer alone this state is to be attained, I will endeavour to watch thereunto with all perseverance.

Richard Williams, on the north branch² of the Potomac, was taken prisoner by the Indians. It may be satisfactory to many to record in this journal his own account of the wonderful deliverances he experienced, and the extraordinary combinations of providences by which he was restored to his family.

A few days before Braddock’s defeat, nineteen Indians beset the house, killed his father, his mother, and one of his brother’s sons: Williams and his child they secured as prisoners, and took them away to Fort Pitt, (now Pittsburg,) tying his hands to a tree every night to prevent his escape; the child he fed with wild cherries or sawice berries; but it was taken from him at the fort. On the day of Braddock’s defeat, he was taken across the Ohio River, and guarded to Detroit, where he found the garrison reduced to the extremity of eating horseflesh. After staying some time at Detroit, he made his escape, taking with him a Frenchman’s gun and ammunition; and pushed homeward, first by curve lines, and then in a more straight direction.

The Indians pursued and headed him, which obliged him to alter his course: wading through a deep stream, the water went over his head, and wet his powder. For three days he travelled on, until, being pressed by hunger, he stopped to dry his wet powder, but on examination he found it all dissolved away: his next shift was to dig sarsaparilla for sustenance. He went on, and by good fortune found a fish which a bird had dropped, and eat that. Continuing on, he came to a large river, where he saw two canoe loads of Indians pass; from these he hid himself: the Indians being out of sight, he made a raft of two logs, and by this contrivance gained the opposite shore. After this, he was three days without eating or drinking, and reduced to extreme suffering: he saw an Indian, and escaped him, and came to a stream of water of which he drank, and soon after a plum tree, some of the fruit of which he took along with him. The day following he fared something better, having found part of a fawn, which he roasted, picking the bones and the marrow, and carefully preserving the meat for future need. After the venison was all eaten, on each succeeding day, for three days, he found a squirrel. He afterward caught and eat a pole-cat: at another time he saw a hawk fly up, and going to the spot he found a wild turkey. Travelling on, he came to the Ohio and waded it: near this place an Indian threw a tomahawk at him; he tried to escape, by climbing up a wild-cherry tree, but found himself too weak, and he fell into the hands of two Frenchmen and five Indians, and thus found himself once more in the power of his enemies. With these he feigned derangement; they, however, took him along with them to Fort Pitt. On the way he tired, and they threatened to kill him; he told them he was willing to die. Arriving at the fort, an Indian charged him with being a prisoner from Detroit: he was forthwith put under a guard, and a council held in the French language to determine what was to be done with him. The sentence of the general was, that he should be shot: to this some objected, saying that his spirit would haunt them if he was killed there, and advised his being taken to the island and buried in the sand. He was told that he should eat no more meat there, that the crickets should eat him. He behaved himself as though he understood nothing they said, yet he knew the general purport of their conversation, although they spoke in French. He relates, that one morning before day, while in the fort, he fell into a trance: he beheld spirits for his conductors, and lightning also: the guards being both asleep, he climbed up the high wall, and clambering over the spike palisades, got out safe. Having still to pass the sentinels, and not knowing where they were placed, he was discovered just as the cock crew for day; the sentinels mistook him for a comrade, and let him pass. At this time he felt a conviction that his wife prayed for him, and this was communicated in an unusual manner: and she, during his absence, had great comfort, and an assurance that she should see her husband again. Escaping thus he made the best of his way without interruption until the evening, when he heard a gun fire some distance behind him; presently another—these were his pursuers, who had found his track in the woods: he strove to run, but he was too weak. Another gun yet nigher to him went off: he made what way his strength would allow, and when he came to places where he left no track, he made zigzag courses to deceive them, and give him time to get ahead; but there were so many of them, they would still discover his track again. Thus he struggled on until seven guns were fired, the last of which he supposes to have been within two or three hundred yards from him; now his heart began to fail, and he thought he was gone, yet he resolved to labour onward as long as he had life. At the firing of the last gun, his pursuers crossed his track and got ahead of him; taking advantage of this circumstance, he turned out of the path, letting the Indians who were behind tread in the footsteps of those before. Following the direction now taken, he had not gone far until he came to a path which led to a settlement of the whites; this he did not long keep, but going round the head of the ravine, laid himself down, concluding that, if his track was again discovered, he would be favoured by the darkness. The Indians did get his track twice, but never overtook him. He went on in the dark as well as he could, sometimes feeling the bushes with his hands: among the rocks he often fell down from weakness; having gained smoother ground, he stopped and lay down until day. His enemies, it seems, had not given up the pursuit. He had not long left his hard lodgings when he heard the report of two guns; but coming to a hill where no mark of a footstep could be traced, he steered his course for Bedford, and came on a trading path in which he kept. Five days he lived on acorns; afterward he found some wild cherries; but lo! while he was eating, up comes an Indian. The Indian asked him where he was going; he said, “To the Delaware:” the Indian then took him by the hand and gave a whoop, when presently others joined him. By these he was kept a prisoner for some time: he appeared bold; was active in cooking, and by his cleverness got the favour of the captain, who praised him, and said, he could do everything like an Indian. He had more than he needed to eat: the captain, however, was very careful to secure him every night, by making him lie down in one corner; here he drew a cord over some hoop-poles and tied deer’s hoofs to the end, so that if Williams pulled open the poles they would rattle and the deer’s hoofs would strike the captain’s face. With these Indians Williams stayed a long time: they went to war and left him to provide deer for the squaws. At last he found an opportunity of escaping, which he improved, and arrived safe at his own home. He is now a faithful man—his wife a pious woman; and they have preaching at the house. Our quarterly meeting in Philadelphia circuit began the 21st of July. I addressed the congregation on the Epistle to the Church of Sardis. We had a gracious time on Sunday the 1st of August. At four o’clock I preached again, in the Valley church, on Isaiah 66:1: “Heaven is my throne, and the earth my footstool.”

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After preaching at brother Hoffman’s, on Luke 11:13, I went to the city and preached to many people, on 1 Peter 3:15.

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I was blessed in preaching on “Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be comforted.” I was weak and faint from the extreme warmth of the weather.

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I was very weak, and had to lie down on the floor; however, although faint, I was enabled to speak to nearly a thousand people in Philadelphia.

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Went to Trenton: although unwell and greatly oppressed by heat, I preached at both these places.

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I rode to Mr. Ogden’s.¹ Next day I spoke, but with little freedom, to an attentive yet unfeeling audience, in Sussex court house. My host, who appears to be a man of liberal sentiments, entertained me kindly. I preached at New Market Plains² to about one hundred hearers. I spoke freely in vindication of Methodism: it was strange; for I knew not, until afterward, that there were present those who come at no other time. NEW YORK

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We had a trying journey to New York; the weather being excessively warm. I found my old friends John Chave and William Lupton at Newark, who appeared pleased to see me.¹ We took the stage, and reached New York about eight o’clock. At New York we found the people alive to God: there are about one hundred in society,² and, with those in Philadelphia, to my mind, appear more like Methodists than I have ever yet seen them. My first discourse was for the benefit of poor stragglers, who have not yet returned to the fold: the subject chosen was Revelation 3:1-4.

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In the evening I preached for the benefit of poor sinners, on Job 21:15.

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My soul is alive to God: I visited, prayed, read, wrote, met the classes, and in the evening preached. I have found great consolation and fellowship in the classes.

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I took leave of my dear friends in New York: they showed their love in deed and in truth, liberally supplying me with what was necessary. On Tuesday brother Hagerty met me, and we rejoiced together.

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Preached at Penny Hill, and afterward at New Mills. I have been kept in peace, but find my adversary is not dead; neither am I out of the body, or what I may be, or must be, before I see the kingdom of God. O my soul, keep near to God, and always watch and pray!

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I was weak and feverish—sorely tempted, and much comforted. I walked over to John Budds’s, a son of affliction: we spoke of the dealings of God with our own souls—not in vain: we prayed, and parted in love. Two things seem to dim my prospects of heaven, in point of qualification,—First, I do not speak enough for God; and, Secondly, I am not totally devoted to him. Lord, help me to come up to my duty!

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I spoke at Peter Cressy’s;¹ and at Godfrey’s in the evening. I cannot sufficiently praise God for health, while others are sick in almost every house. I have felt great nearness to God for a few days past.

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I was tried when I missed my way, but I was blessed in speaking to the people. It is a great time of sickness with the ague and fever.

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I found a dearth at Haddonfield.¹ A poor sot came in and muttered awhile: after meeting he acknowledged he was a sinner, and seemed sorry for his conduct, drunk as he was.

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I was weary and faint as I journeyed towards Philadelphia. After preaching twice in the day, I was refreshed by a glass of wine and a piece of bread.

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I preached in our new chapel at Dover,¹ in the state of Delaware, on faith, hope, charity. At Barratt’s I believe I was alarming, on Isaiah 3:10, 11. I was moved in the evening towards the boys to school at Coleman’s.² I spoke till they wept aloud. O my God! their parents fear thee—bring them home, with them, to thyself. MARYLAND

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I rode in the afternoon to Queen Annes County, visited and prayed with Brother Reuben Ellis in affliction, and was persuaded God would spare him. Poor F. is overtaken by the adversary; and R. is gone astray. Alas, how are the mighty fallen!

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Came to Angiers. Here they had the flux; but I did not feel free to leave the house, until I had delivered my message: my testimony was low, but serious and weighty.

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At Hooper’s,¹ the congregation was large indeed. I was greatly at liberty; and I hope the seed was not all lost. Here I met with brother Garrettson—all love and peace.

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I rode twenty miles to visit Kent Island¹ for the first time. Here we had an unusual collection of people, and surely all was not in vain. We had a good time at Robert Newcomb’s:² the word of God has greatly triumphed over the prejudices of rich and poor. We went on to Cambridge. Here George, a poor Negro in our society, we found under sentence of death for theft committed before he became a Methodist; he appeared to be much given up to God: he was reprieved under the gallows: a merchant, who cursed the Negro for praying, died in horror. I pity the poor slaves. O that God would look down in mercy, and take their cause in hand!

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I was distressed by the levity of some spirits. We had a long ride to Taylor’s Island;¹ we had a profitable season there: and next day going twenty-four miles to Levin Todd’s, I found a warm people indeed. I injured myself by speaking too loud.

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Rode thirty miles to Mr. Thomas Airey’s, preaching by the way. We had a great time—multitudes attended: Dorset is now in peace, and the furies are still.

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This day has been so much taken up, that I had no time to spare. My mind is with the Lord, and every day is a Sabbath with me. Here B.T., who was a great Churchman, after hearing Freeborn Garrettson a second time, was seized with conviction on his way home, and fell down in the road, and spent great part of the night crying to God for mercy. It was suggested to him that his house was on fire; his answer was, “It is better for me to lose my house than my soul.”

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We rose early, and rode twenty miles to Downing’s. I lectured at Burton’s¹ in the evening.

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After riding twenty miles to Col. Paramore’s, I preached with liberty. The family is kind; the father, mother, son, and niece have tender impressions. The people hereabout are gay, blind in spiritual matters, well-featured, and hospitable, and good livers.

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After preaching at Garrettson chapel,¹ I rode to Col. Burton’s, and was kindly received.

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I came back to Col. Burton’s. Since I went from this house, I have ridden about one hundred miles, spent five hours in delivering five public discourses, and ten hours in family and public prayer, and read two hundred pages in Young’s Works. I have enjoyed great peace, and hope to see a great and glorious work.

The Presbyterians came down here about thirty years ago; many were moved, and some advances were made towards a reformation. A house was built for public worship. About six years past the Baptists visited these parts, and there was some stir among the people. I think the Methodists are most likely to have permanent success, because the inhabitants are generally Episcopalians. We preached some time before any regular circuit was formed, or any people had joined us; now brother Willis is stationed here, and there are one hundred in society.

The land here is low and level, and is refreshed with fine breezes from the sea; there is an abundance in the productions of the earth and of the waters; the people are generous, social, and polished in their manners.

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Came to Downing’s, and had a large congregation for the time and place. I see a difficulty in saying anything of any denomination of people—it is so much like evil speaking to mention their faults behind their backs: I will avoid it, and endeavour to prevent others doing it in my presence.

MARYLAND

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I rode twelve miles to Snow Hill.¹ Here the judge himself opened the court house, and a large congregation of people of different denominations attended: the subject was the certainty, universality, and justice of God’s proceeding at the day of judgment.

THOMAS COKE

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I came to Barratt’s chapel: here, to my great joy, I met these dear men of God, Dr. Coke, and Richard Whatcoat,¹ we were greatly comforted together. The Doctor preached on “Christ our wisdom, righteousness, sanctification, and redemption.” Having had no opportunity of conversing with them before public worship, I was greatly surprised to see brother Whatcoat assist by taking the cup in the administration of the sacrament.² I was shocked when first informed of the intention of these my brethren in coming to this country: it may be of God. My answer then was, if the preachers unanimously choose me, I shall not act in the capacity I have hitherto done by Mr. Wesley’s appointment. The design of organizing the Methodists into an Independent Episcopal Church was opened to the preachers present,³ and it was agreed to call a general conference, to meet at Baltimore the ensuing Christmas; as also that brother Garrettson go off to Virginia to give notice thereof to our brethren in the south.⁴

DELAWARE

I was very desirous the Doctor should go upon the track I had just been over, which he accordingly did. I came to Dover, and preached on Ephesians 5:6; was close, and, I hope, profitable. MARYLAND

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Rode to Bohemia Manor where I met with Thomas Vasey,¹ who came over with the Doctor and Richard Whatcoat. My soul is deeply engaged with God to know his will in this new business.

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Rode to quarterly meeting at Deer Creek; thence, by Mr. Gough’s, to Baltimore. I preached in the evening to a solemn people, on, “O wicked man, thou shalt surely die:” about the ending of the sermon the floor of the house gave way, but no injury followed.

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We rode twenty miles to Frederick quarterly meeting, where brother Vasey preached on, “The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want.” Our love feast was attended with the power and presence of God. Leaving Frederick, I went to Calvert quarterly meeting. Brother Poythress and myself had much talk about the new plan. At our quarterly meeting we had a good time; the love feast was in great life and power. I admire the work of God among the coloured people in these parts.

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I observed this day as a day of fasting and prayer, that I might know the will of God in the matter that is shortly to come before our conference; the preachers and people seem to be much pleased with the projected plan;¹ I myself am led to think it is of the Lord. I am not tickled with the honour to be gained—I see danger in the way. My soul waits upon God. O that he may lead us in the way we should go! Part of my time is, and must necessarily be, taken up with preparing for the conference.

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I preached with enlargement to rich and poor, on, “That we may have boldness in the day of judgment.” The Lord has done great things for these people. The Rev. Mason Locke Weems and myself had an interesting conversation on the subject of the Episcopal mode of Church government. I spent the evening with David Weems,¹ and spoke to the black people.

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Rode to Baltimore, and preached on Mark 14:29, 30, with freedom. I spent some time in town, and was greatly grieved at the barrenness of the people; they appear to be swallowed up with the cares of the world.

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At the Point my heart was made to feel for the people, while I enlarged on, “Blessed are the pure in heart,” &c. I was close and fervent in town at four o’clock. A young man pushed the door open while we were meeting the society; he was carried before a justice of the peace, and committed to jail, but he was bailed out.

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I met Dr. Coke at Abingdon, Mr. Richard Dallam kindly taking him there in his coach;¹ he preached on, “He that hath the Son hath life.” We talked of our concerns in great love.

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My soul was much blest at the communion, where I believe all were more or less engaged with God. I feel it necessary daily to give up my own will. The Dr. preached a great sermon on, “He that loveth father or mother more than me,” &c.

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Spent the day at Perry Hall, partly in preparing for conference.¹ My intervals of time I passed in reading the third volume of the British Arminian Magazine. Continued at Perry Hall until Friday, the twenty-fourth. We then rode to Baltimore, where we met a few preachers:² it was agreed to form ourselves into an Episcopal Church, and to have superintendents, elders, and deacons. When the conference was seated, Dr. Coke and myself were unanimously elected to the superintendency of the Church, and my ordination followed, after being previously ordained deacon and elder, as by the following certificate may be seen.

Know all men by these presents, That I, Thomas Coke, Doctor of Civil Law; late of Jesus College, in the University of Oxford, Presbyter of the Church of England, and Superintendent of the Methodist Episcopal Church in America; under the protection of Almighty God, and with a single eye to his glory; by the imposition of my hands, and prayer, (being assisted by two ordained elders,) did on the twenty-fifth day of this month, December, set apart Francis Asbury for the office of a deacon in the aforesaid Methodist Episcopal Church. And also on the twenty-sixth day of the said month, did by the imposition of my hands, and prayer, (being assisted by the said elders,) set apart the said Francis Asbury for the office of elder in the said Methodist Episcopal Church. And on this twenty-seventh day of the said month, being the day of the date hereof, have, by the imposition of my hands, and prayer, (being assisted by the said elders,) set apart the said Francis Asbury for the office of a superintendent in the said Methodist Episcopal Church, a man whom I judge to be well qualified for that great work. And I do hereby recommend him to all whom it may concern, as a fit person to preside over the flock of Christ. In testimony whereof I have hereunto set my hand and seal this twenty-seventh day of December, in the year of our Lord 1784. THOMAS COKE.

Twelve elders were elected,³ and solemnly set apart to serve our societies in the United States, one for Antigua, and two for Nova Scotia. We spent the whole week in conference, debating freely, and determining all things by a majority of votes. The Doctor preached every day at noon, and some one of the other preachers morning and evening. We were in great haste, and did much business in a little time.

CONSECRATION OF FRANCIS ASBURY, 1784

Those officiating are Thomas Coke, Philip William Otterbein, Richard Whatcoat, and Thomas Vasey

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