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old pastor stood in the midst and wept and praised, 

 and said lie felt as if the ' big end of his heart was 

 uppermost.' We never doubted but that God did this 

 to set his mistaken people right. We heard no more 

 of wild-fire, nor of fox-fire. 



" Our Parallel Race. My first circuit, in 1805, was 

 Pedee and Lynch's Creek, South Carolina; my broth- 

 er's, Little River, Georgia. My second was Appa- 

 lachee, Georgia; my brother's, Sparta, Georgia. My 

 third year was in Augusta, G-eorgia; my brother's, in 

 Montgomery, North Carolina. My fourth year was in 

 Columbia, South Carolina; my brother's, in Augusta. 

 My fifth year, was presiding elder of Oconee District; 

 my brother's, in Columbia, South Carolina. This 

 year we were both married — I in Greene county, 

 Georgia, on Thursday evening, and he on the Sunday 

 following — without any knowledge of each other's de- 

 sign; for in those days no one left his work on errands 

 of mere friendship. In 1810 my brother was presid- 

 ing elder on the Saluda District. This year his health 

 so far failed him that he took a superannuated relation, 

 and in 1812 he located, settled a farm in Fairfield Dis- 

 trict, where, with great odds against him, but God with 

 him, he did much to plant and build up Methodism. 



" His next removal was to Mt. Ariel, to educate his 

 children. In these years his deafness increased to 

 such a degree that he became unable to do any thing as 

 a regular pastor, and he was used ouly as a helper, or 

 as a supply. He was always ready to labor up to the 

 full measure of his ability. I do not know the time 

 of his readmission into the South Carolina Confer- 

 ence, but am happy in knowing that he died an hon- 

 ored member of that body. 



" My brother was more utterly deaf than any one I 



