To the Nicopolitans.

Letter CCXLVI.

To the Nicopolitans.

I am filled with distress at seeing evil on the high road to success, while you, my reverend friends, are faint and failing under continuous calamity.  But when again I bethink me of the mighty hand of God, and reflect that He knows how to raise up them that are broken down, to love the just, to crush the proud and to put down the mighty from their seats, then again my heart grows lighter by hope, and I know that through your prayers the calm that the Lord will show us will come soon.  Only grow not weary in prayer, but in the present emergency strive to give to all a plain example by deed of whatever you teach by word.