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<HEAD>A Letter to the HOUSE,
From the
Laird WARESTON,
Late Pre&s;ident of the Committee of Safety.</HEAD>
<OPENER><SALUTE>MY LOARDS,</SALUTE></OPENER>
<P>AFter my hearty loove rememberd until your Loard&s;hips, hoping that yea are very weel as my &s;ell, Goad
be prai&s;ed, at the writing of the&s;e pre&s;ents: The&s;e are to giff your Loard&s;hips till under&s;taund, that
I'&s;e ne crave your pardon at aw, for that I laboured for Advauncement in this woarld, accoarding to
the practicks of aw gude men, but that I &s;ought it in &s;e bad a time, whareby I'&s;e incurd the Odium of your
gude Loard&s;hips, who&s;e di&s;ple&s;ure hath gar'd muckle &s;orrow until your pure &s;arvant, which gares me now to
writ thilke lines until your Loard&s;hips, that I'&s;e may humble my &s;el, and greet before your Loard&s;hips for the
&s;inn whilk I&s;e ha committed again&s;t aw the gude People in <HI>England.</HI> I doe mack confe&s;&s;ion unto your Loard|&s;hips,
fra the vary bottom of my heart, that I&s;e ha ne car'd ene pin foar the Kirk of <HI>England,</HI> ne foar the Kirk
of <HI>Scotland</HI> nather, the Dec'l fa the luggs of aw tho&s;e men that &s;educed me untill &s;yck an errour and mi&s;de|meanour
again&s;t your Loard&s;hips; for in troath, my Loards, I thought there would nere ha been any Kirk in
<HI>England</HI> again: and I&s;e began to hate the Kirk, foar becau&s;e my gude Loard and Mai&s;ter, my Loard <HI>Laembert</HI>
hated the Kirk as weel as my &s;ell, and for that Sir <HI>Harry Vane</HI> went about till de&s;tory aw the Kirks and Mini|&s;ters
in <HI>England;</HI> but &s;hame fa me, I&s;e now &s;ee my fault, and giff your Loard&s;hips gares me till &s;it in aw the
Stuies of Repentance in <HI>Scotland,</HI> I&s;e ne be &s;oarry at aw. The Dee'l bla <HI>Machiavels</HI> weam fou a &s;ma &s;teanes, for
that he bad me be of that Religion my Superiours were of. Yet what gar<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">s me to &s;peak evil of that gude man,
foar that nouw by my troath, I&s;e ne think I&s;e can gang any better wea than to follow his gude Coon&s;el, for that
now by his ene rule I&s;e ought to be of your Loard&s;hips Religion, foar that yea are nouw by the permi&s;&s;ion of
God my Superiours, as he was than; and in troath, my Loards, I&s;e eene be &s;e, if your Loard&s;hips will give
permi&s;&s;ion to your pure &s;ervant.</P>
<P>My Loards, In gude &s;ooth I&s;e ha thought my Loard <HI>Lambert</HI> had bin a very gude man, and that aw the
Committee of Safety had bin al&s;e vary gude men: in troath, my Loards, giff they were not gude men, they
were aw vary gude company, and I&s;e had muckle rea&s;on to con them muckle thanks; for that though I were
ne Prophet, yet I had mere credit and e&s;teem amid them, than ere I&s;e had in my ene Countrey. But, my
Loards, &s;ithence it plainly appereth that yea are muckle wi&s;er and better men than they, I&s;e tell yea ene great
Secret, That none of them aw ere car'd ene button for yee: my Loards, this is the vary troath.</P>
<P>My Loards, Whan yee had broken the Crags of aw our Undertackings, I&s;e thought it was my be&s;t way to
gang heme agen into my ene Countrey; for my Loards, I was like to e Ratt, in troath whan I was gat till my
ene heam, I was as glad as ene had gin me e groat, and my Loards, I&s;e warrant yee I&s;e not come among yee
agen in ha&s;te. My Loards, I was re&s;olved till have gon till-have ki&s;s'd the haunds of my Loard <HI>Monk,</HI> but the
Loard be prai&s;ed for it, he was marched out of <HI>Scoatland</HI> before my occa&s;ions would permit me to wait on him,
and in troath my Loards, I did not owe him &s;uch muckle &s;ervice as to gang after him. My loards, whan he was
gang'd away, I eene went till ha made &s;ome Commotions in my ene Countrey, to te&s;tifie my loove to my
gude loard <HI>Lambert,</HI> but I could do ne gude; wharefore I hope your Loard&s;hips will mack my excu&s;e till him,
and a&s;&s;ure him I did aw that I could, and could do ne mere. My Loards, I ha nouw ne thing to do, but to bla
my pip, and wear a blew Bonnet. I hear that yee are calling our Committee to an Accompt, my Loards, I
&s;hall de&s;ire yee not to &s;end foar me, foar I&s;e be vary weel whare I am; I&s;e be an awd man, and tharefore de&s;ire to
be at peace, and to end my days in my ene Countrey. Pray remember my loove to my gude loard <HI>Fleetwood,</HI>
Sir <HI>Harry Vane,</HI> my loard <HI>Lambert,</HI> and the re&s;t of my gude friends, with whom I lately &s;ate in Cooncel. My
loards, this is aw I&s;e ha to &s;ay till your loard&s;hips, and giff your loard&s;hips have any thing mere to &s;ay to me, 'tis
mere than is de&s;ired from you, by</P>
<CLOSER><SALUTE>MY LOARDS,</SALUTE>

<SIGNED>Your Loard&s;hips mo&s;t humble Servant,
<HI>Archibald John&s;on.</HI></SIGNED> <DATELINE>My Loards, I&s;e ne date my Letter, for that I&s;e ne care at aw that
your Loard&s;hips &s;hould ken whare I am.</DATELINE></CLOSER>
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<P>London, <HI>Printed by</HI> Edward Ma&s;on. 1659.</P>
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