This letter written sometime during the first half of the eighteenth century is concerned with a claim to a seat in Selattin Church. The claim is pressed by the first of the signatories on behalf of the second who is his wife, and the letter contains the following references to Colonel William Owen and Sir Robert Owen. The writer would not be guilty of coveting an inch of the appurtenances belonging to any branch of the estate of the heroic Colonel whom the writer saw recorded in the list of the loyalists and whose name was a terror to both Fairfax and the grand usurper; that worthy man that neither the allurements of preferment nor the dread of sequestrators could remove his integrity nor draw him from his loyalty to his prince; the true Briton of honourable descent who, in those perilous times, regardless of all opposition, unsheathed his sword in defence of the Church, the royal martyr and his bleeding country, looked death in the face and sprinkled his belt with his enemies' blood. Nor can the writer forget the Honourable Sir Robert Owen. Though the writer was but a boy, yet it is fresh in his mind how Sir Robert stood a true member of the Church when Mr James Owens [see no. 960], the great dissenting minister, 'kept like a little university whare our workhouse was' (in Oswestry). He and two others called elders sent a challenge to Bishop Floyd (sic), who was at Porkington at the time of visitation, to dispute with them at the Town Hall. The Bishop accepted the challenge accompanied by Sir Robert and Esquire Littleton. The dispute held long. The dissenters would have the Disciples to have the same power as the Apostles ... At last they came to the old fathers, the dissenters quoting a passage of St Jerome's. The two gentlemen started up ... and soon baffled them with their own arguments. The writer says this without the least stain of either fear or flattery for there is not an old couple in the street better pleased than the writer and his wife to see Porkington in the flourishing state it is in at present. PS The writer is given a little ease to think that he has fallen into a gentleman's hands in the person of William Owen, the son of Sir Robert Owen, whom the great crowd that came to hear the pleading above mentioned allowed to be well acquainted with the sacred writings, a fine scholar and accomplished gentleman, and with united voices made the hall resound the echoes of their acclamation.