It has, I think, been long known to your excellency that the presbyter of this place is a foster brother of my own.  What more can I say to induce you in your kindness, to view him with a friendly eye, and give him help in his affairs?  If you love me, as I know you do, I am sure that you will endeavour, to the best of your power, to relieve any one whom I look upon as a second self.  What then do I ask?  That he do not lose his old rating.  Really he takes no little trouble in ministering to my necessities, because I, as you know, have nothing of my own, but depend upon the means of my friends and relatives.  Look, then, upon my brother’s house as you would on mine, or let me rather say, on your own.  In return for your kindness to him God will not cease to help alike yourself, your house, and your family.  Be sure that I am specially anxious lest any injury should be done to him by the equalization of rates.