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Sunday, 17, I preached in Cumberland Chapel: I 

 concluded with a close application. Bishop McKen- 

 dree came in on Tuesday. We have prayed especially 

 and earnestly for our Conference: surely God will 

 hear! It is all peace with preachers and people. On 

 Saturday Conference set to work in earnest, and in 

 great order. 



Sunday, 24. We had a gracious feast of love. 1 

 preached at Cumberland in the morning, and at Bethel 

 in the evening. We labored straight onward Monday, 

 Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. Friday was set 

 apart for ordination; it was desired that I should 

 preach; it was a season of tears. We came out of 

 Charleston on Saturday, and lodged for the night at 

 Mrs. Brian's quarter, with Thomas McKendree, who 

 fed us richly. A Sabbath's journey brought us to a 

 sick man's house. I prayed with our host, and ad- 

 ministered some medicine which procured him ease. 



Monday, January 1. The first day of the year 1810, 

 we crossed Potato Ferry. Missing our way, we dropped 

 upon Mr. John Graham; he was a Presbyterian, and 

 showed us much kindness. On Tuesday we crossed 

 Porter's Ferry. I have been unspeakably happy in 

 God to-day. The people of Charleston have been 

 faithfully warned, and it will be seen not many days 

 hence, how God was with the Conference. We were 

 kindly entertained on Wednesday by Moses Smith. 

 What do the rich do for us but spoil us? Ashpole 

 was deep enough on Thursday; we got over in safety, 

 and stopped at Joseph Lee's. We have had a drop of 

 rain now and then; but there has fallen much all 

 around us. At Fayetteville on Friday I was very un- 

 well, but I labored through five letters. 



Sabbath, 7. I preached in our enlarged house in 



