"Well,"  said  he,  "we  have  plenty  of  friends  in  this


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place,  and  would  be  glad  to  have  you  stay  to  the
meeting."  Brother  G.  soon  had  us  away  from  the
tavern,  among  Methodists,  who  received  us  gladly,
and  made  us  feel  at  home.  That  evening  the  pre-
siding elder  invited  me  to  preach,  giving  me  my
choice  between  that  night  and  the  next  morning.  I
took  the  night  appointment.  The  next  morning  the
elder  preached  an  excellent  sermon,  and  urged  me
to  preach  again  at  night ;  this  I  did  to  a  crowded
congregation,  and  humbly  trust  some  good  was
effected.  On  Monday  morning  the  kind  friends
insisted  that  we  should  stay  to  their  love-feast,  and
rest  ourselves  and  teams  another  day.  We  con-
sented; and  the  love-feast  in  Carlisle,  proved  very
similar  to  such  meetings  where  I  had  traveled.
Methodism  is  one  throughout  the  wide-spread  con-
nection, and  nothing  contributes  more  to  her  unity
and   spirituality  than  these  feasts  of  love.
On  Tuesday  morning  we  bade  adieu  to  those
friends,  whose  hospitality  we  had  shared,  promising
to  write  them  after  our  journey  was  ended — a  prom-
ise which,  owing  to  the  press  of  business,  and  the
numerous  cares  connected  with  settling  in  a  new
country,  was  neglected  from  time  to  time,  and  never
fulfilled.  Should  this  little  work  ever  fall  into  the
hands  of  those  friends,  they  will  learn  that  their
kindnesses  have  never  been  forgotten.
The  next  Sabbath  was  spent  in  the  Alleghany
Mountains,  without  the  privileges  of  public  worship.
