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1 See the bishop's account of the debate, in D. Stevenson's "Biographical Sketch'' of Cook, p. 84.
2 Sketch of the Life, etc., of James Quinn, by John F. Wright, p. 18. Cincinnati, 1851.
3 Not the first, as the biographer of Quinn supposes. See vol. ii, p. 353.
4 Minutes of 1813.
5 Minutes of 1847.
6 Vol. ii, p. 343.
7 Sprague, p. 363.
8 Rev. George Brown, D. D.
9 History of Methodism in the Erie Annual Conference, etc. By Samuel Gregg, vol. i, p. 28. New
York, 1865.
10 Life of Bishop Roberts. By Rev. Dr. Charles Elliott, p. 13. New York, 1851.
11 Bishop Morris.
12 On returning to the West, after a General Conference, he once applied at the house of a Methodist
family to which he had been recommended for entertainment. He was as usual humble in dress, and
dusty and weary. The family, taking him to be a rustic traveler, permitted him to put up and feed his
horse, and take his seat in the sitting-room. Supper was over, and no one took the trouble to inquire
if he had taken any on the way. The preacher of the circuit was stopping at the same house; he was
young, frivolous, and foppish, an occasional though very rare example among Methodist preachers,
and spent the evening in gay conversation with the daughters of the family, alluding occasionally and
contemptuously to the "old man," who sat silently in the corner. The good bishop, after sitting a long
time, with no other attention than these allusions, respectfully requested to be shown to bed. The
chamber was over the sitting-room, and, while on his knees praying with paternal feeling for the
faithless young preacher, he still heard the gay jest and rude laugh. At last the family retired without
domestic worship. The young preacher slept in the same room with the bishop. "Well, old man," said
he as be got into bed, "are you asleep yet?" "I am not, sir," replied the bishop. "Where have you come
from?" "From east of the mountains." "From east of the mountains, aye -- what place?" "Baltimore,
sir." "Baltimore, aye -- the seat of our General Conference -- did you hear anything about it? We
expect Bishop Roberts to stop here on his way home'' ''Yes, sir,'' replied the bishop, humbly, it ended
before I left." "Did you ever see Bishop Roberts?" "Yes, sir, often; we left Baltimore together." "You
left Baltimore together?" "Yes, sir." "What's your name, my old friend?" "Roberts, sir." "Roberts!
Roberts! Excuse me, sir, are you related to the bishop?" "They usually call me Bishop Roberts, sir."
"Bishop Roberts! Bishop Roberts! are you Bishop Roberts, sir?" said the young man, leaping out of