Fond of my charge, and faithful to the end.
Thrust out as from her pale, I gladly roam,
Banished myself, to bring her wanderers home.
Yet well content, so I my love may show,
My friendly love, to be esteemed her foe,
Foe to her order, governors, and rules:
The song of drunkards, and the sport of fools;
Or, what my soul doth as hell fire reject,
A pope—a count—and leader of a sect.“
The battle was not ended. A month subsequent to the Leeds conference, the following letter was addressed to Wesley, by his clerical friend, the Rev. Mr. Baddiley.