On Saturday we went to Tuckahoe, and were kindly entertained at one of the bishop’s choicest homes, Bishop Sherwood’s. Pages might be written concerning this most excellent family. Nowhere did the bishop find warmer hearts or meet with a kinder reception than in the Sherwood cottage. On Sabbath the bishop preached in the morning at Sherwood’s Chapel. This old chapel still remains in all its glory, and has been a little improved. The site was given by the Sherwoods; the ground was staked out by Bishop Asbury, and the plan of the church given by him. It is in a valley at the foot of a hill, and surrounded by beautiful locust trees. There is a burying-ground connected with it, where the early Methodists sleep. In the afternoon we went to New Rochelle, and were the guests of Peter Bonnets, one of the oldest Methodists in that place. He was a descendant of the Huguenots, formerly an Episcopalian, and one of the first trustees of the Methodist Church in that place, which was organized in 1791. Crossing the Byram River, which is the dividing line between New York and Connecticut, I found myself in the land of steady habits. We reached Norwalk, a place famous in the history of our country. It was burned in 1779 by Governor Tryon. It has an important position in the history of Methodism, for here in 1789 Jesse Lee first planted the tree of Methodism in New England, and now one hundred thousand Methodists in the New England states sit under its shade and partake of its fruit with delight. Here resided Absalom Day. He was a potter. He lived at what was called the “Old Well.” In this (Fairfield) county the first class was formed in New England, and the first Methodist house of worship built, and called “Lee’s Chapel,” in honor of Jesse Lee. The bishop preached that evening at Brother Day’s, from Rom. xvi, 24, the apostolic benediction, “The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you all. Amen.” The Methodists had no house of worship then in Norwalk. Many strong Methodist ministers were born in this county: Nathan Bangs, D.D., Heman Bangs, William Thacher, and many others. We passed on through Fairfield and Bridgeport to Stratford, where we stayed at Thaddeus Peck’s, one of the bishop’s old homes, then through Milford, one of the oldest towns in the state, to New Haven, the City of Elms, no doubt the most beautiful city in America; and here is Yale College, one of the oldest in the land. We were entertained here at Pember Jocelin’s.