=Source.=--Carlyle, _Cromwell's Letters and Speeches_.
I. _To Sir William Spring and Maurice Barrow, Esq., Cambridge, September, 1643._
I had rather have a plain russet coated Captain, that knows what he fights for, and loves what he knows, than that which you call a gentleman and is nothing else. I honour a gentleman that is so indeed!
II. _To the Speaker after Naseby, June 14, 1645._
... Sir, this is none other but the hand of God; and to Him alone belongs the glory, wherein none are to share with Him. The General served you with all faithfulness and honour; and the best commendation I can give him is, that I dare say he attributes all to God and would rather perish than assume to himself. Which is an honest and a thriving way:--and yet as much for bravery may be given to him, in this action, as to a man. Honest men served you faithfully in this action. Sir, they are trusty; I beseech you in the name of God, not to discourage them. I wish this action may beget thankfulness and humility in all that are concerned in it. He that ventures his life for the liberty of his country, I wish he trust God for the liberty of his conscience, and you for the liberty he fights for.
III. _To the Speaker, September 14, 1645._
For being united in forms, commonly called Uniformity, every Christian will for peace' sake study and do, as far as conscience will permit. And for brethren, in things of the mind we look for no compulsion, but that of light and reason. In other things, God hath put the sword into the Parliament's hands--for the terror of evil-doers and the praise of them that do well.
IV. _To the Lord Mayor of London, June 10, 1647._
The sum of our desires as soldiers is no other than this; Satisfaction to our undoubted claims as soldiers; and reparation upon those who have, to the utmost, improved all opportunities and advantages, by false suggestions, misrepresentations and otherwise, for the destruction of this army with a perpetual blot of ignominy upon it.
V. _To Oliver St. John, September 1, 1648._
Remember my love to my dear brother, H. Vane. I pray he make not too much, nor I too little, of outward dispensations:--God preserve us all, that we, in the simplicity of our spirits, may patiently attend upon them. Let us all be not careful what men will make of these actings. They, will they, nill they, shall fulfil the good pleasure of God; and we--shall serve our generations. Our rest we expect elsewhere: that will be durable. Care we not for to-morrow, nor for anything.