_DISCOURSES_ ON THE MIRACLES OF OUR SAVIOUR, Against the _Bishops_ of St. DAVID_'s_ and LONDON, and his other _Adversaries_. PART I. _Res Religionis non Verberibus sed Verbis est peragenda._ Lactant. _London_: Printed for the Author, and Sold by him, next Door to the _Star_ in _Aldermanbury_, and by the Booksellers of _London_ and _Westminster_, 1729. [Price _One Shilling_.] [Illustration] TO THE QUEEN. Madam, _Not long since the_ Bishop _of_ St. David_'s presented to Your_ Majesty _his_ Vindication; as _I would have done this my_ Defence, _if I had known how to get Access to Your Royal Presence_. _Your_ Majesty _will perceive, that here's a sad War broke out between the_ Bishop _and my self, about_ Miracles; _which, in all probability, will cost a large Effusion of Words; and, unless Your_ Majesty _can accommodate the Difference, will hardly be terminated without the Slaughter of many Notions and Arguments_. _The_ Bishop _is for making Your_ Majesty _the Arbitress of our Controversy, which I consent to; and he talks of Your singular Qualifications to preside at it, which I as certainly believe, as that a_ Bishop _will not lye nor flatter_. _Had I known before of Your_ Majesty's _Abilities at this Controversy, I should have gone near to have applauded You for them; and the World would readily have believed my Praises of You to be just, because I had no Bishoprick nor_ Translation _in View for them_. _If Your_ Majesty _has no extraordinary Talent at this Controversy, I trust, You are wiser than to think the Better of Your self for the_ Bishop_'s Compliment. You'll not be vain; tho' he is fulsome._ _But the Bishop_, Madam, _has done me wrong. He would insinuate, that I am disaffected to the_ King's _Title and Government; which is entirely false. I Love and Honour Your whole Royal Family, and often pray for Your_ Majesty _too_, without Pay, _which is more than any_ Bishop _in_ England _has done for You_. _And what are my Prayers for Your_ Majesty? _That God may prolong Your Days to the comfort of Your Royal Progeny, and the Joy of these Nations; That the Felicity of Your Life may be uninterrupted by Enemies and Misfortunes; and That after a good old Age, when Life is no longer desirable to the happyest Princes, You may be transferr'd to an heavenly and immortal Crown of Glory. This is the hearty and voluntary Prayer of_, [Sidenote: London, September 27, 1729.]