I value the blood of one Christian more than that of a hundred Indians.

The attack did not succeed as well as I had hoped, no small impediment having been the loss of my right leg.

Praise the Lord, O England's Jerusalem: and Netherland's Zion, praise ye the Lord! He hath secured your gates, and blessed your possessions with peace, even here, where the threatened torch of war was lighted.

I am sustained by the tranquility of an upright and loyal heart.

We pray that the deceitful race - such hateful enemies and blasphemers of the name of Christ - be not allowed to further infect and trouble this new colony.

It is not the least anxiety that we have so little powder and lead on hand.

Your patience would fail you if I should continue to relate all the disrespectful speeches and treatment which your servants have been obliged to listen to and patiently to bear.