I wrote thus in my Journal: “_June 23, 1802_, I rode to Father Bostwick’s; I found him in a low state of health; but the way to the celestial country appeared bright before him; this enables him to rejoice in the midst of pain. I preached at his house from ‘Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.’ This was a theme adapted to his character and condition. The old man got happy under the word in the prospect of seeing God. “_July 22._ I rode to the aged Father Bostwick’s. When within a quarter of a mile of the place I met the people returning, who informed me that the old man lay at the point of death, and, therefore, there could be no preaching at his house that night. I told them we would have a meeting in the road where we were. I gave them an exhortation, followed by prayer. We all knelt down in the street and had a precious time.” I name this to show the early Methodist ministers lost then no opportunity of doing good. It was the uniform custom to be “instant in season and out of season.” I then went to his house and found the old pilgrim near “The narrow stream of death.” The next day, as he had somewhat revived, I preached in his orchard from “Ye know the grace,” etc. I then spent some time with the dying father. The scene was beautiful, the room full of glory; the old saint was triumphant. I prayed with him, and then bade him farewell till we meet in the pilgrim’s home. Before I came round again he was in Paradise. The peninsula produced some of the strongest men of Methodism: Shadrach Bostwick, Caleb Boyer, William Beauchamp, Ezekiel Cooper, Hope Hull, Dr. William Phœbus, Stephen Martindale, Lawrence McCombs, Lawrence Lawrenson, Bishop Emory, and many others. Frequent changes were made at that time in the ministry during the conference year. I traveled Kent Circuit, with Christopher Sprye, till August, then my presiding elder removed me to Northampton Circuit, formerly a part of Bristol. It embraced several counties besides Northampton, Montgomery, Berks, and others. An exchange was made between Johnson Dunham and myself. So I went from the low to the high lands. The contrast was wonderful: the former low, level, and unhealthy; you might travel a whole day without seeing a hill; the latter, hills, mountains, and valleys. The change had a fine effect on my health and spirits. I entered upon my new field of labor with delight. The country was new, the circuit large and rough.