This was Bishop Asbury’s last visit to Deer Creek and to the Watters family. He was here the year after he arrived in America, namely, 1772, and often afterward, and had witnessed thrilling scenes. He wrote mournfully, in his journal, “I parted at Deer Creek (ah, when to meet again!) with aged Father Boehm and my ancient friend, Henry Watters.” It was his last interview with his friend Watters. My father and the bishop met but once more. I accompanied the bishop through the Peninsula before the session of the Philadelphia Conference. On Thursday, at Elkton, I heard Bishop M’Kendree and George Pickering preach. The latter was raising money for a church in Boston, so he came to the Peninsula, the garden of Methodism, for sympathy and funds. He found both, as the sequel will show. This was Bishop M’Kendree’s first tour through the Peninsula. We went to Bohemia Manor, where there was preaching, and we were entertained by Richard Bassett. We continued traveling and preaching every day. On Saturday at Friendship meeting-house. Sunday, at Smyrna, Bishop Asbury preached from 2 Chron. xxxii, 25, 26, “But Hezekiah rendered not again according to the benefit done unto him,” etc. George Pickering spoke afterward, and then a noble collection was taken for the Boston Chapel. Here Bishop Asbury wandered among the tombs, and his heart was affected as he looked at the graves of those he loved, and with whom he had worshiped years before. On Monday we were at Dover, and the bishop preached in the chapel. Mournfully he wrote: “Most of my old friends in this quarter have fallen asleep.” We went to Barratt’s Chapel, where George Pickering preached on “By whom shall Jacob arise,” etc.; then Bishop Asbury, on Heb. x, 38. We stayed with Andrew Barratt, Esq., son of Philip Barratt. Onward we went till we reached the Sound Chapel, and after the bishop preached we stopped with my old friend, Arthur Williams. We had ridden fourteen hundred and sixty-six miles on horseback since we left Charleston. We went to Snow Hill. The bishop wrote: “Lodged at Samuel Porter’s, the steward of the circuit; he is a solemn man in his appearance, as an official character ought to be.” On Tuesday bishop M’Kendree preached at eleven at Captain Downing’s, and Bishop Asbury at night. On Wednesday, April 11, at Curtiss’s Chapel, and then went to Francis Waters, Esq., at Potato Neck. He was a sterling man and a sterling Methodist. He was the father of Francis Waters, D.D., and of the wife of Freeborn Garrettson, Esq., of Rhinebeck, N. Y. The bishop here wrote: “I rode to Francis Waters’s at Potato Neck. They kept me busy: I must preach; I am senior; I have been long absent; some never expected to hear me again; possibly I may never come again. I am reminded that such and such I dandled in my lap. The rich, too, thirty years ago, would not let me approach them; now I visit and preach to them. And the Africans, dear affectionate souls, bond and free, I must preach to them.”