claves of such black designes; others by making handsome
leggs have escap'd, and robb'd the Gallowes of their due; and
some of them are in Lobs Pound making preparative Exercises
for the future consolation of the Sisters, being shortly to meet
at the signe of the three legg'd Horse neare Paddington, at which
blessed fight, and on which joyfull day, i'le blow my Nose
amongst them, and say;
The gallant Levellers who prounc'd
To make all low, are now advanc'd;
The Tumule laughes, but Tyburne groanes,
To heare the Sisters bidious meanes;
The holy weep, whilst sinners sing
To see their brethren in a string;
Thus weeping, laughing, all together
The Saints are gone, but God knowes whither;
If towards Heaven as women say,
I'le sweare the cleane contrary way;
For who in life' gainst Truth contrary trode,
Will bardly finde in death another roade.
And so much for Jack and his Gills, I am sorry I have spent
so much time upon so bad a subject.
London-Derry (though upon some ground which I know not
concealed) is lost, it is ill halting before a Cripple; Goodman
Scout abus'd his Readers last weeke with a Tale of eight
Ships (called in English, A Cock and a Bull) lying at Chester, and
Leverpoole for the releefe of Dublin and Derry; the latter being
lost, and the first the last weeke being in a very sad condition,
gaping for releefe like the earth for raine, but can get none;
and then he patches out the peece with an old Fly blowne report
(that stinkes with age) of sixteene Ships that have releeved
Dublin, and some of them (namely two) are gone for
Kingsale; and why not rather (Goodman Assinego) unto Leverpoole,
and Chester, to convey your eight Ships to London-Derry if
it be not lost.
Ormund never yet appear'd before Dublin, although our newsmongers
with open throats proclaim'd the contrary; the
maine obstacle to his not advancing is some discontents, and
justlings between him and Inchequin; Oneale likewise somewhat