Saturday we rode through Hartford to Middletown amid a heavy thunder-storm. At Hartford we were like Noah’s dove: had no place for the sole of our foot, and it was the day of small things at Middletown. We rode one hundred and eighty-six miles this week. We spent the Sabbath in Middletown, and were entertained at Brother Eggleston’s. The bishop preached in the morning from 1 Cor. xv, 5-8; I preached at three o’clock from Acts iii, 19; the bishop again at six from “Behold, now is the accepted time,” etc. There was a small congregation both morning and afternoon; but who hath despised the day of small things? Could the bishop have foreseen the growth of the Church in Hartford and Middletown, and especially that noble institution, the Wesleyan University, which has been such a blessing to our Church, how would his great soul have thanked God and taken courage! Its first president, the seraphic Fisk, who sleeps in the beautiful cemetery on the hill, was then a youth of eighteen, and was not licensed to preach till eight years after; and Stephen Olin, of blessed memory, was then a lad in his father’s house in Vermont, and it was not till twelve years after our visit to Middletown he became a Methodist minister. The bishop had been at Middletown several times before. He was there as early as June, 1791. He preached in the meeting-house belonging to the Standing Order, and then after preaching rode a mile out of town to get lodging. Bishop Whatcoat was with him there in the month of May, 1803, and preached at five o’clock on Sunday in “the Separate Meeting-house.” When he had finished his sermon the old women controverted his doctrine of sanctification. On Monday we went to Burlington. The bishop preached, and he shaved very close. On through Goshen, next to Sharon, where we were the guests of Alpheus Jewett, a wealthy farmer. He was a large man, with much native dignity. He was the father of the late Rev. William Jewett. Bishop Asbury preached at Brother Jewett’s from Heb. iv, 11-16. Our meeting-house was a mile from the village, among a huge pile of rocks. Our fathers were not Solomons in regard to the sites of their churches. Now we have a neat brick church in the village. Thursday, July 5, brought us to Amenia, and to Thomas Ingraham’s, just where we were May 17; and think what a round we had taken in the intervening six weeks. One would have thought that the bishop might have rested a little from his incessant toil after he had attended the conference in Winchester; but no, he never thought of resting till he rested in Abraham’s bosom, or of locating till in the neighborhood of the throne of God. The next day he preached at John Row’s meeting-house in Milan. The old man still lives, and has consecrated his money to God by building a church and parsonage.[34] Here we met Freeborn Garrettson and Daniel Hitt, and went with them to Rhinebeck.