The Heir at Law to his venerable and dearly beloved Parents, sendeth greeting.
FAITH and hope are now with me, and both prophesy good of the Doctor with one consent; and as far as I can understand their still small voice, they tell me that the adversary and enemy, I mean wicked Haman, will not prevail against the Coalheaver. But that this trap that is set will catch himself, and put a final atop to his profession, his writing, his preaching, and his believing and hoping; and that he will be abashed, ashamed, confounded, ruined, and perish in his own corruption, for "Our God is not mocked."
I have written four letters this day, craving the prayers of all the flock against, and he will find in the end that the church u as terrible as an army with banners. God bless my dear friends to evermore. So prays
The Heir at Law,
W. H., S. S.
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