of it than to draw back her arm and give me a severe slap in the face with her open hand.  I confess this rather took me by surprise, and, as the common saying is, made the fire fly out of my eyes in tremendous sparkling brilliancy, but, collecting my best judgment, I caught her by the arms near her shoulders and wheeled her to the right about, moved her forward to the door, and said, ’Gentlemen, please open the door; the devil in this Universalist lady has got fighting hot, and I want to set her outside to cool.’  The door was opened, and I landed her out.”

Concerning his tilts with the Baptists, he has given a mass of curious reminiscences, from which we take the following: 

“We preached in new settlements, and the Lord poured out his Spirit, and we had many convictions and many conversions.  It was the order of the day, (though I am sorry to say it,) that we were constantly followed by a certain set of proselyting Baptist preachers.  These new and wicked settlements were seldom visited by these Baptist preachers until the Methodist preachers entered them; then, when a revival was gotten up, or the work of the Lord revived, these Baptist preachers came rushing in, and they generally sung their sermons; and when they struck the long roll, or their sing-song mode of preaching, in substance it was:  ‘Water! water!  You must follow your blessed Lord down into the water!’ I had preached several times in a large, populous, and wicked settlement, and there was serious attention, deep convictions, and a good many conversions; but, between my occasional appointments these preachers would rush in and try to take off our converts into the water; and indeed they made so much ado about baptism by immersion that the uninformed would suppose that heaven was an island, and there was no way to get there but by diving or swimming.”

He once preached a sermon on the true nature of baptism, at which were present the daughters of a Baptist minister, one of whom was converted.  That night it rained violently, and all the neighboring streams overflowed their banks.  Riding along the next day, he met the Baptist minister on the road.

“We’ve had a tremendous rain,” said Cartwright.

“Yes, sir,” said the Baptist brother, “the Lord sent this rain to convince you of your error.”

“Ah! what error?”

“Why, about baptism.  The Lord sent this flood to convince you that much water was necessary.”

“Very good, sir,” said Cartwright, “and in like manner he sent this flood to convince you of your error.”

“What error?” asked the Baptist brother.

“Why,” replied Cartwright, triumphantly, “to show you that water comes by pouring, and not by immersion.”