You are blind leaders of the blind, and must all fall into the ditch, destroyed for lack of knowledge!" That week he proposed to abandon the Swissvale meeting-house, and build one in Wilkinsburg, giving as a reason the impossibility of keeping up a congregation with me on the farm.
Next Conference sent Rev.Henderson as presiding elder, who brought in a new era.

He slept in the "prophet's chamber," admired my pretty rooms, and said nothing about my getting religion.

The circuit preacher was of the same mind, an earnest, modest, young man, wrestling with English grammar, who on his first visit sought my help about adverbs, while my mother-in-law looked on in evident displeasure.
To her this was the dawn of that new day, in which the Methodist church rivals all others in her institutions of learning.

The good time of inspiration was slipping away.

What wonder that she clutched it as Jacob did his angel?
There in that house she had for long years been an oracle to inspired men, and now to see God's Spirit displaced by Kirkham's grammar was rank infidelity.