It was that my wicked
brother should be thrown into prison and tried on a criminal
charge of assault and battery, with the intent of committing
murder. This was a just and righteous judge, and saw things in
their proper bearings, that is, he could discern between a
righteous and a wicked man, and then there could be no doubt as
to which of the two were acting right and which wrong.
Had I not been sensible that a justified person could do nothing
wrong, I should not have been at my ease concerning the
statement I had been induced to give on this occasion. I could
easily perceive that, by rooting out the weeds from the garden of
the Church, I heightened the growth of righteousness; but, as to
the tardy way of giving false evidence on matters of such
doubtful issue, I confess I saw no great propriety in it from the
beginning. But I now only moved by the will and mandate of my
illustrious friend. I had no peace or comfort when out of his
Sight, nor have I ever been able to boast of much in his presence;
so true is it that a Christian's life is one of suffering.
My time was now much occupied, along with my reverend
preceptor, in making ready for the approaching trial, as the
prosecutors.
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