Chapter CDV: Letter MCCCLXXII: London, October 23, 1767

_My dear Sir_,

BY your brother _Peter_’s letter, the hour of expulsion is not yet come. Surely they will not be so imprudent, or act so contrary to the laws of _English_ liberty. I long to know what statutes they say you have broken, what concessions have been made. Your diocesan will make a strict enquiry. I wish you could recollect all circumstances; the rise and progress of the present contest; with all the various pleadings, threats, conferences, _pro_ and _con_. The issue of the trial you may leave to the Judge; he is always the injured prisoners friend. If confined to college, this will be a good exercise for you. You may lodge it in court, as a proof whether you understand to write plain _English_, or sound, practical, experimental divinity. This can do you no harm; it may do good. Do therefore set about it. I know one who will readily revile and correct, if necessary. The LORD JESUS be with your spirits! You see how I write, out of the fulness of my heart. Sick suffering soldiers must be attended. If ever so busy, for the sake of the glorious Captain of our salvation, you shall receive a line by way of answer from, my dear Sir,

Yours, &c. &c. &c.

_G. W._

_P. S._ I shall send the original to your _Fidus Achates_, in ――――, but I shall keep a copy. Who knows? _Sauls_ may yet become _Pauls_.