in the county jail.  As soon as he was released he announced that he would preach about “another rich man.”  Going into the pulpit at the appointed time, he began to read:  “And there was another rich man who died and—.”  Here he stopped and after a breathless pause he said, “Brethren, I shall not mention the place this rich man went to, for fear he has some relatives in this congregation who will sue me.”  The effect was irresistible; but Dow heightened it by taking another text, preaching a most dignified sermon, and not again referring to the text on which he had started.

Dow went again to England in 1818.  He was not well received by the Calvinists or the Methodists, and, of course, not by the Episcopalians; but he found that his campmeeting idea had begun twelve years before a new religious sect, that of the Primitive Methodists, commonly known as “ranters.”  The society in 1818 was several thousand strong, and Dow visited between thirty and forty of its chapels.  Returning home, he resumed his itineraries, going in 1827 as far west as Missouri.  In thinking of this man’s work in the West we must keep constantly in mind, of course, the great difference made by a hundred years.  In Charleston in 1821 he was arrested for “an alleged libel against the peace and dignity of the State of South Carolina.”  His wife went north, as it was not known but that he might be detained a long time; but he was released on payment of a fine of one dollar.  In Troy also he was once arrested on a false pretense.  At length, however, he rejoiced to see his enemies defeated.  In 1827 he wrote:  “Those who instigated the trouble for me at Charleston, South Carolina, or contributed thereto, were all cut off within the space of three years, except Robert Y. Hayne, who was then the Attorney-General for the state, and is now the Governor for the nullifiers."[3]

The year 1833 Dow spent in visiting many places in New York, and in this year he made the following entry in his Journal:  “I am now in my fifty-sixth year in the journey of life; and enjoy better health than when but 30 or 35 years old, with the exception of the callous in my breast, which at times gives me great pain....  The dealings of God to me-ward, have been good.  I have seen his delivering hand, and felt the inward support of his grace, by faith and hope, which kept my head from sinking when the billows of affliction seemed to encompass me around....  And should those hints exemplified in the experience of Cosmopolite be beneficial to any one, give God the glory.  Amen and Amen!  Farewell!” He died the following year in Georgetown, District of Columbia, and rests under a simple slab in Oak Hill Cemetery in Washington.