Theremainingletter，writtenbyreturnofpost，mustnowbegiven。
Ithasthemeritofbrevity。
“DearTheobald，——Ihavereceivedyours。Iamatalosstoconceiveitsmotive，butamveryclearastoitseffect。Youshallnotreceiveasinglesixpencefrommetillyoucometoyoursenses。
Shouldyoupersistinyourfollyandwickedness，IamhappytorememberthatIhaveyetotherchildrenwhoseconductIcandependupontobeasourceofcreditandhappinesstome——Youraffectionatebuttroubledfather，G。PONTIFEX。”
Idonotknowtheimmediatesequeltotheforegoingcorrespondence，butitallcameperfectlyrightintheend。EitherTheobald’sheartfailedhim，orheinterpretedtheoutwardshovewhichhisfathergavehim，astheinwardcallforwhichIhavenodoubtheprayedwithgreatearnestness——forhewasafirmbelieverintheefficacyofprayer。AndsoamIundercertaincircumstances。Tennysonhassaidthatmorethingsarewroughtbyprayerthanthisworlddreamsof，buthehaswiselyrefrainedfromsayingwhethertheyaregoodthingsorbadthings。Itmightperhapsbeaswelliftheworldweretodreamof，orevenbecomewideawaketo，someofthethingsthatarebeingwroughtbyprayer。Butthequestionisavowedlydifficult。IntheendTheobaldgothisfellowshipbyastrokeofluckverysoonaftertakinghisdegree，andwasordainedintheautumnofthesameyear，1825。