_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_.