. The history of Methodism. all the family. GodAlmighty bless them and reward them. For years afterher husbands death MadamRussell was a pillar of Metho-dism in southwestern was a family connection ofPresident Madison, who usedto say that no prayers touchedhim like hers. The VirginiaMethodists honored her bylinking her memory with thatof a distinguished bishop in thename of their college, Emoryand Henry, at Abingdon, whereher latter days were spent. Asburys circuitous routenext took him eastward, toPetersburg, where he met theVirginia preachers, and thennorthwestward, crossing the
. The history of Methodism. all the family. GodAlmighty bless them and reward them. For years afterher husbands death MadamRussell was a pillar of Metho-dism in southwestern was a family connection ofPresident Madison, who usedto say that no prayers touchedhim like hers. The VirginiaMethodists honored her bylinking her memory with thatof a distinguished bishop in thename of their college, Emoryand Henry, at Abingdon, whereher latter days were spent. Asburys circuitous routenext took him eastward, toPetersburg, where he met theVirginia preachers, and thennorthwestward, crossing the mountains of western Virginiaa second time, to hold Conference atUniontown, in the south-western angle of Pennsylvania. This midsummer passagewas scarcely less distressful than that of the early bishop writes: The mud and mire was such as mightscarcely be expected in December. We came to an old for-saken habitation in Tygerts Valley. Here our horses grazedabout while we boiled our meat. Midnight brought us up at. rROM THE LIKcNESS IN THE BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH BY T. MRS. ELIZABETH RUSSELL. This sister of Patrick Henry was convertedduring Asburys stay at the house of herhusband, General Russell. 346 American Methodism Joness, after riding forty or perhaps fifty miles. The oldman, our host, was kind enough to wake us up at four oclockin the morning. We journeyed on through devious lonelywilds, where no food might be found except what grew inthe woods or was carried with us. We met with two womenwho were going to see their friends and to attend the quar-terly meeting at Clarksburg. Near midnight we stopped atA s, who hissed his dogs at us; but the women were de-termined to get to quarterly meeting-, so we went in. Oursupper was tea. Brothers Phcebus and Cook took to the woods; old gave up his bed to the women. I lay along the floor on a few deerskins, with the fleas. That night ourpoor horses got no corn, and the next morning they had toswim across the Monongah
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