A  two-horse  wagon  held  the  few  things  we  brought,
and  most  of  the  family  ;    while  my  wife,    daughter,
and  myself,  came  in  a  light  carriage,  drawn  by  my
old  circuit  horse.     We  made  our  way  through  New
Jersey,  into  Pennsylvania,  passing  through  Nazareth
township,  which  I  thought  the   most  delightful  spot
of  country  I  had  ever  seen.     The  face   of  the  coun-
try was  fine,  the  soil  good,   and   in   a  state   of  high
cultivation,  with  beautiful  groves  of  timber  with  the
underbrush  cleared  away,  so  that  teams   could  pass
freely    in    every    direction.       Taken    altogether,    it
looked  like  a  little  paradise.     On  the  first  Saturday
evening,  we  put  up  with  a  local  preacher.     On  Sun-
day morning,  I  rode  out  with  him  some  three  or  four
miles,  and  preached  to  his  congregation ;   came  back
and  preached  in  the  village  at  five  o'clock.     The  next
morning,  I  proposed  to  pay  my  bill,  but  he  thought
we  were   about   even,  and  refused  pay ;    so  we  took
leave  of  this  kind  friend,  and  moved  on  slowly  toward
our  western  home.     The  next  Saturday  night  brought
us  to  Carlisle,  Pennsylvania.     Brother  Griffin,  of  the
Baltimore  conference,  was  the  stationed  preacher  at
this    place,    and   his    quarterly  meeting    commenced
that    evening.     Upon    learning    who    I  was,    he    in-
quired where  I  put  up ;    I  told  him   at  the   tavern.
