That the Body of the Royall Army lyes about Drohedagh, where the Head Quarters
bee, and up the River of Boyne; In number 40000, at the least, and fresh supplies
coming to them dayby from all Parts. That it is thought the first Encounter will not
bee Jarre thence: For the Marquesse (and surely it is the sense of the whole Kingdome)
is Resolved they shall winne what they have by Inches. That a considerable
strength is sent against Oneale, but no tidings of them as yet &c. And this is the
substance of Severall Letters which I have perused from Dublin some whereof came
from their owne Partie, others from such as were betoer affected. But in all of them
I find not the least mention of any such Engagement betwixt the Marquesse and
Jones as is talked of the Towne over, not have I yet reason to believe it was any more
then betwixt some small Parties and scouts, which now we may expect to heare of daily.
From Scotland wee have nothing of Noveltie this weeke; For as yet, I heare not
that they have received any Answer from his Majestie to their last Message; which
when it comes will surely determine what way they will st[unr]re. But without doubt
they are well prepared for some thing or other; though at present they stand still
and gaze only, upon the irish affaires.
A[unr] westminster they are very lazie, and have done very little more of Fu[unr]que
concernment: but as it appeares George withers has beene very much busied in Composing
a Hymne of Praises for their great deliverance and Victory against Ormond;
which hee presented most of the Members with, oh Tuesday last (in h[unr]pes they would
have sung it the day afoer, being the Thanksgiving day appointed) wherein hee has
flartered the Saints very artificially, in hopes to get his Arreares, but whether it take
or not, I'm sure hee has shew'd himselfe a compleat Hypocrite, a dissembling Knave;
as any man that Reads his Campo-Musa and compares it with this oblesion may easily
perceive, his verses prance it in this manner.
Wishers a Dull and Drunken sot,
A Rustique-Rymer o're a pot,
Whose Bawen Genius has the Rot;
Hath writ a Thank-Oblation.
And though his Campo-Musoe sings
His Love and Loyaltie to Kings;
Yet now bee calleth those vaine things,
To this brave Reformation.
Now honest Taylor I commit
This Brazen Undigested bit
unto thy, more deserving wit;
T' Examine and Retort:
And shew us how the Doting Foole
Hath dabled in a dirty Poole,
To give the Common-wealth a Stoole,
And we will thank therefor 't.
But they'll sing to another Tune ere long: For, just now I have certain news
brought me, That the Royallists have fallen upon Jones's Quarters neer Dublin, and
killd and taken the most part of his Horse and Foot; whilst Oliver & his new-landed
Saints lay spewing in their Beds, and durst not peep out to his Assistance, so that
now't is probable they have more then quitted Scores with them.
His Majesty of England, &c. is still at St. Jermins. Sir Robert Heath lately dead;
and so is that honest Gentleman Master Endimion porter. Dr. Holdsworth was buried
Tuesday last, with great solemnity, though far short of his desert. Severall ships have
of l[unr]te been taken from the Rebells and carried into oftend; Coppin (a Cap. Of theirs)
beaten into Harwich, himselfe hurt, and divers of his men killed and wounded, and
(as I am told) two of the Ships which he should have convoy'd from Yarmouth to Rotterdam taken, the rest, being six in number, shrewdly torne and battered.
By which wee see they doe not alwaies goine;
Sometimes they Preach and Pray, and Fight in vaine.
FINIS