Our little force will march on tomorrow or the day after.

It is my intention to proceed slowly with our trenches.

The design of those commissioners, frigates and warlike force is directed rather against Long Island and these your Honors' possessions, than to the imagined reform of New England.

After all, tomorrow is another day.

The attack did not succeed as well as I had hoped, no small impediment having been the loss of my right leg.

We pray that the deceitful race - such hateful enemies and blasphemers of the name of Christ - be not allowed to further infect and trouble this new colony.