The burying-ground connected with this chapel is also a place of interest, not only because of the old families of Methodism who were sleeping there, but from its being the last resting-place of ministers who have fallen at their post. The renowned William Gill, one of our early preachers, was buried there. He was a man of surpassing genius, of philosophic mind. Dr. Rush greatly admired him, and pronounced him the greatest divine he had ever heard. This is no mean praise coming from such a source. In 1777 he joined the traveling connection, and died in 1789; a short but brilliant career. With his own hands he closed his eyes, and laid his body down in sure and certain hope of a glorious resurrection. In this circuit I formed the acquaintance of Rev. JOHN SMITH, one of our old preachers, who possessed much of the spirit of the beloved John, whose name he bore. He was at the famous Christmas Conference of 1784. He lived in Chestertown, and his house was my home. He was a very genial old man, and his conversation was agreeable and profitable. I heard him preach from Psalm xxiv, 3, 4: “Who shall ascend into the hill of the Lord?” etc. It was a profitable discourse, and much good was done. He died triumphantly in 1812, exclaiming, “Come, Lord Jesus, come quickly; take my enraptured soul away. I am not afraid to die. I long to be dissolved and see the face of God without a dimming vail between: death has lost his sting.” He was buried beside the grave of William Gill. The father of SHADRACH BOSTWICK resided on this circuit. Shadrach Bostwick was one of the mighty men of our Israel. I wonder not that Bishop Hedding called him a “glorious man;” we have had but few such men. I first saw and heard him at the General Conference in Baltimore in 1800. The same spring I went with him to Georgetown, when he was on his way to see his aged father for the last time. Dr. Bostwick was born near the head of Chester, in Kent County, Maryland. In Delaware, Maryland, New Jersey, New England, and Ohio he did noble service for Methodism, and was everywhere esteemed as “a prince and a great man.” He emigrated to Ohio, and was a pioneer in more senses than one. Long since he fell asleep, leaving behind him a name distinguished for its purity and luster. His father’s house was one of my regular preaching places on this circuit. In the old homestead where he was born and spent his early days, and where he was born again, I preached over sixty years ago the glorious Gospel of the blessed God. His father was among the oldest Methodists on the Peninsula, and when his son joined the conference, in 1791, he was “in age and feebleness extreme.” He died while I was on the circuit.