Fillable Printable Valentines Love Letter

Valentines Love Letter

'To my loving Brother, Colonel Valentine Walton: These.'

'Leaguer before York,' 5th July, 1644.

DEAR SIR,

It's our duty to sympathise in all mercies; and to praise the Lord together in

chastisements or trials, that so we may sorrow together.

Truly England and the Church of God hath had a great favour from the Lord,

in this great Victory given unto us, such as the like never was since this War

began. It had all the evidences of an absolute Victory obtained by the Lord's

blessing upon the Godly Party principally. We never charged but we routed

the enemy. The Left Wing, which I commanded, being our own horse, saving

a few Scots in our rear, beat all the Prince's horse. God made them as

stubble to our swords. We charged their regiments of foot with our horse, and

routed all we charged. The particulars I cannot relate now; but I believe, of

Twenty-thousand the Prince hath not Four-thousand left. Give glory, all the

glory, to God.-

Sir, God hath taken away your eldest Son by a cannon-shot. It brake his leg.

We were necessitated to have it cut off, whereof he died.

Sir, you know my own trials this way: but the Lord supported me with this,

That the Lord took him into the happiness we all pant for and live for. There is

your precious child full of glory, never to know sin or sorrow any more. He

was a gallant young man, exceedingly gracious. God give you His comfort.

Before his death he was so full of comfort that to Frank Russel and myself he

could not express it, "It was so great above his pain." This he said to us.

Indeed it was admirable. A little after, he said, One thing lay upon his spirit. I

asked him, What that was? He told me it was, That God had not suffered him

to be any more the executioner of His enemies. At his fall, his horse being

killed with the bullet, and as I am informed three horses more, I am told he bid

them, Open to the right and left, that he might see the rogues run. Truly he

was exceedingly beloved in the Army, of all that knew him. But few knew him;

for he was a precious young man, fit for God. You have cause to bless the

Lord. He is a glorious Saint in Heaven; wherein you ought exceedingly to

rejoice. Let this drink up your sorrow; seeing these are not feigned words to

comfort you, but the thing is so real and undoubted a truth. You may do all

things by the strength of Christ. Seek that, and you shall easily bear your trial.

Let this public mercy to the Church of God make you to forget your private

sorrow. The Lord be your strength: so prays

Your truly faithful and loving brother,

OLIVER CROMWELL.

My love to your Daughter, and my Cousin Perceval, Sister Desborow and all

friends with you.