Here, on the top of the Alleghany Mountains, I parted with the bishop, on the 5th of August, having been with him fourteen days, and heard him preach eight times. He always loved the Germans, and as I could preach in that language, and few at that time could, he said to me, “Henry, you had better return and preach to the Germans, and I will pursue my journey alone.” He did not send me back to Bristol, but to Dauphin, there being more Germans on that circuit. The bishop gave me his blessing, and with tears I bade him adieu, and he turned his face westward and I went eastward. Years after I crossed the Alleghanies several times with the bishop; I did something more than go to the top and look over at the mighty West. The bishop, when I parted with him, was feeble in body, but in a blessed state of mind, as will be seen by an entry in his journal the next Tuesday after we separated. He says: “Although much afflicted, I felt wholly given up to do or suffer the will of God; to be sick or well, and to live or die, at any time and in any place—the fields, the woods, the house, or the wilderness: glory be to God for such resignation! I have but little to leave except a journey of five thousand miles a year, the care of more than a hundred thousand souls, and the arrangement of about four hundred preachers yearly, to which I may add the murmurs and discontent of ministers and people. Who wants this legacy? Those who do are welcome to it for me!” Many might covet the honor, but few the toils and the sacrifices. The office of bishop was no sinecure in those days. At the time frequent changes in the ministry were made by the bishops during the interval of conference, but they did not always appear in the Minutes. Most of the preachers were single men, and could move without much trouble. My name in the Minutes that year does not stand connected with Bristol Circuit, but Dauphin. Thus: “Dauphin, Jacob Gruber, Henry Boehm.” On Sunday, August 7, I went to a quarterly meeting held at Fort Littleton by Wilson Lee, presiding elder of Baltimore district. There was an excellent love-feast at nine o’clock, at which Brother Lee presided. It was the only time I was in a love-feast with that heavenly-minded man. Brother Lee was very ill, and urged me to preach. In the name and fear of my Lord I undertook it. My text was 1 Peter iii, 12: “For the eyes of the Lord are over the righteous,” etc. I was blessed with great liberty. God’s power was felt in the sanctuary; the house echoed with songs of joy and shouts of triumph all through the sermon, but the Lord gave me strength to keep my voice above the rest. There was not only a shout of the king in the camp, but the power of God so rested upon the people that many of them fell both speechless and helpless. It reminded me of the exhibitions of power I had seen in the Peninsula. Four souls were converted during this meeting.