& Highlard Pedigree, hardly a line true, though it saith it be lineally descended
from the Parliaments Army in Scotland; and written by an Officer of the Army
there. So faith the Title-lage; where note what I always believed, viz. That
there is another Army there than what is for the Parliament; but it may be he
means the Scotch Parliament which met t' other day, where Glencairn had the,
chair, not of Repentance, for his Majesty is a coming, and he will have no more
of that; it will be referved perhaps for G. M. or the Scoish Officers, for you
ice what shifts they are at already; a principal Officer is fain to take Pay from
[unr] it Higgins, being comployed to make war with the London Diurnal:
Here are many printed Copies of this Scotch Pamphlet which have been sent
hither from Edenburgh, and I believe we shall have them weekly; If so,
then you may expect one from me constantly. I understand that one of them
is sent hence to Merc Pol: What he will do with it, Bken not; but if you please,
shew him this and my Letter, which, in hope that you will use your interest to
get it insented in the News book, I will now enlarge[unr]y Anumadversions upon
that sostch-Pamphlet, and by every Post I will do the like, feeling they at Edinburgh
seem to have a design in the busines, to insinuate their ownsence into the
simple, and blast (if possible) the reputation of the English Army. Indeed,
Mere. Pol. Is concerned to print this Lerter, because railing against him is a
Principal Part of that bony Diurnal.
He beings thus: My Condition for the present is better than that which amounts
to a Dinrnal-writer; yet pondering, to the unspealable sorrow of my heart, the dito
stractions and divisions of these calamitous times, and finding moreover so marysad
Scamdols pinn'd upon ass by the London-Pampblers, therefore I chause rather to
become an honest Fool in Print, than a real and case slave under ignorance and silence,
This is a sad Beginning indeed and you may perceive we are like to have a
very sorry Diurnal-man, yet an honest Foot in print; but of the Fools there which are
out of Print he gives no account, therefore tis possible both he and they may
be wiser.
He faith his business is, to disabuse all true-hearted people; that is in English, not
to abuse them. You may take his word (Sirs) never soar him: Its a sad Soul
(You Know) by his own consession.
He tell us, He waveth all Papers which have been emitted in publick, though
under a dark and subsle suppression in England. Then it seems his office is to furnish
out a new fort of Paper pellets for the Artillery beyond Tweed. A subtle
dry officer, indeed! by my consent he shall go on with his Imprission; a
Printing Press will never be able to squeeze out of him so much as one penful
worth a suppressing at London. A dark with is! Therefore we'll take care he
shall not be concealed this winter; but I will fetch him out of Higguns his
Chimney corner.
Now enter Officer with fresh Pellots. I shall (faith he) commence my Intelligence
upon some Discourses and Papers that lately passed between my Lord General
knock, and the commissioners of the Counties and Borough of the Nation here
Some Discourses and Papers that passed we shall have; he doth well to feed us
with Halves; we shall have but some, the rest that passed under-board betwixt
them, 'His not for such a small Officer as he, nor for all the other Officers to
know. If they should, perhaps they would know the way home after their
Fellows. But thou art an honest Fellow, to tell no more then thou knowest;
done like my Lord Moncks New-Officer, and so proceed.
Upon the fifteenth of this instant November (Old News His you see, and that's
a Bull on this side Tweed) My Lord General Finding his desire and expectation