My dear son,

Thank you for your letter, and your prayers for me. I, too, pray for you and see, truly,  the success of your work with my brother an evidence of the blessings of Providence, that you are about the work of the Lord. It is too my prayer that this ends without death, without the blood and ruin that is the dark handmaid of war, and that God restores to England the blessings of peace that have made us the envy of Christendom. My dear son, I msut ask: Charles hath sewn the wind, but must we join him in reaping the whirlwind? Yet God hath his purposes, and to each of us our part assigned in the tragedy.