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<P>A PACKET OF SEVERALL LETTERS Being intetcepetd and taken on <HI>Thur&s;|day</HI> night la&s;t being the 26 of <HI>Aprill,</HI> Which were &s;ent from John Lambert E&s;q.</P>
<P>To many of the Phanaticks in the Country.</P>
<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed for John Morgan, 1660.</P>
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<HEAD>A Packet of the Phanaticks Letters INTERCEPTED,</HEAD>
<P><HI>THe Phrantick Sectary being now &s;tark mad, and in a high Feavour; the effect of his old &s;urfet of blood, and Trea&s;ure is &s;trugling and ga&s;ping for life: And the&s;e Papers expo&s;ited now to publick view, pre&s;ent you with all the Art and skill imaginable. His be&s;t Phy&s;icians,</HI> Vane, Ha&s;ilrigge, Whitlock, Lambert, &amp;c. <HI>hard try|ed to pre&s;erve him; The Patient talkes idlely and mi&s;|chievou&s;ly, but the Docters &s;peak &s;enciou&s;ly and d<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">v<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ll<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;h|ly. Take the fir&s;t Epi&s;tle of</HI> Sr. Henry Vane <HI>to his be|loved.</HI></P>
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<OPENER><SALUTE>MY LORD.</SALUTE></OPENER>
<P>SInce Providence is weary of our old claim to her, while &s;he did glorious things for us, 'Twill be now I think our mo&s;t generous cour&s;e to di&s;|clay me, and renounce her, and put all to an Athei&s;ti|call venture, and try if we can court the Devil with A|nabapti&s;ticall holy water, avowedly to &s;ide with us, and fini&s;h the work we begun in the name of <HI>J</HI>&mdash;When we have now nothing to do with. Indeed I could have wi&s;ht we had done it &s;ooner, for our old preten|ces were too &s;tate and palpable, and nothing could be more unfa&s;hionable to my late Model then zeal or &s;an|ctity, &s;ince nothing introduces &s;lavery &s;ooner then Ir|religion. I had <HI>Achitophels</HI> reward, not to be credi|ted by <HI>Ab&s;olon: Lambert,</HI> when I advi&s;ed him to &s;e|cure
<PB N="2" REF="3"> him&s;elf of <HI>London,</HI> and the Concubines there, but it had not been his own hard fortune before, that made him &s;o tender hearted to the City. It's true that Coun&s;ell was followed too late by the RUMP, and &s;ell out as mi&s;chievou&s;ly as the wicked Cavaliers could wi&s;h or think, for that was the bane, the very break|neck of our u&s;urpation, and I could cur&s;e Sir <HI>Arthur's</HI> <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ury fa&s;ter then ever our Prie&s;ts cur&s;ed <HI>Meros</HI> or dam|ned him&s;elf with the Covenant, but that theres no &s;pare time for that nor prayer: I am now my Lord betaking my &s;elf to my Cornucing circles, for &s;ince my con|&s;inement I have been a great proficient in Magick, and have kept within the Verge, now for fear of the <HI>Rump</HI> but Old <HI>Nich</HI> on whom I cannot yet &s;afely pre&s;ume.</P>
<P>At my la&s;t conver&s;e with my Familiar, I demanded of him concerning my Brother <HI>Lambert,</HI> and I import it to you as an infernall &s;ecret, he will certainly e&s;cape out of the Tower before this comes to your hands, who ever &s;ticks in the mire for him, and therefore my Lord, I would have you prepared, and ready to fa&s;ten upon all occa&s;ions, his liberty will pre&s;ent to you wee have no hands but his that can lift us into the &s;addle, but I cannot a&s;&s;ure you whether he u&s;e not his legs and betake him&s;elf to his heels and &s;ave his head, in&s;tead of minding a Crown. However good my Lord be not idle during the time the Councell is at a lo&s;&s;e concer|ning him, for a &s;mall bu&s;ling will pre&s;ently embroil our party, that are as de&s;perate as we can wi&s;h them. Had I courage my &s;elf I would do any thing, if you have no more, we are undone. I received an expre&s;&s;e thing from <HI>Cardinal Mazarine,</HI> which I &s;end you here inclo|&s;ed, that you may &s;ee if we for&s;ake not our &s;elves, we
<PB N="3" REF="3"> &s;hall not want of pernicious Coun&s;ell from abroad, this is the true Copy of it.</P>
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<HEAD>A Letter from <HI>John Lambert E&s;q.</HI> to <HI>Sr. Henry Vane,</HI> intercepted.</HEAD>
<OPENER><SALUTE>SIR,</SALUTE></OPENER>
<P>I Cannot tell to whom your late mi&s;carriages are ju&s;tly imputable, but I a&s;&s;ure you they carry an ill a&s;pect, if not wor&s;e influence upon my management of affairs&punc; as if I had &s;lipt the greate&s;t advantage thia Crown (&s;ince the peace) could have acque&s;ted. My great de&s;ign again&s;t the Prote&s;tant Churches &s;ound not now &s;o gloriou&s;ly, and dwindles in the Expectation, for they are now like not onely to find a defendor of the Faith, and A&s;&s;ertor of their Religion in <HI>England,</HI> but al&s;o the French may in a &s;hort time feel him a potent and dan|gerous neighbour, and one that threatens that &s;ecuri|ty and greatne&s;s, which my endeavour and Coun&s;ells have promi&s;ed them. Sir I would contribute my ut|mo&s;t abilities to return you to the <HI>Chaos</HI> you were in, (though I fear the re&s;plendent Lu&s;tre of a Prince is mounted too high) but you your &s;elv<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> have exceeded all Hi&s;tory, na<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> imagination, and I cannot direct any thing ab&s;olutely fea&s;ible: what think you of the <HI>Pa|ri&s;ian</HI>
<PB N="4" REF="4"> Ma&s;&s;acre? this I do but hint unto you, but I'le a&s;&s;ure you what ever you can do for your &s;elves, &s;hall be powerfully &s;econded and a&s;&s;i&s;ted by your faithfull friend,</P>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>J. L.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<HEAD>A Letter from Col. <HI>Hew&s;on</HI> to my Lord <HI>Fleetwood.</HI></HEAD>
<OPENER><SALUTE>MY LORD!</SALUTE></OPENER>
<P>SInce my flight from <HI>Wallingford</HI> Hou&s;e, I have by the bene&s;it of my trade like a Je&s;uit, had ac|ce&s;&s;e every where, and <HI>I</HI> find the folks mad for a King, my lurry is come, when he will I &s;hall be but a Cobler &s;till, and I pa&s;&s;e under that true dignity; where I am now, there's a company of &s;trange fellows that talk of twenty years revolutions, and that all things in that &s;pace return to the fir&s;t &s;tate, I thought it entrench'd upon my Lord&s;hips Honour, and offer|ing to quarrell they have beat my other eye out: if you have wept both yours out, youl be good compa|ny for me, for here's a Phanatick Con&s;table will pro|cure a brief for any two of us, I have a pair of &s;trong &s;hoos that will keep us from back&s;liding any more, but I doubt they will not from neck breaking, and I have a fine Dog and a Bell to ring the tune of the Lurhan re&s;pects, I expect a word of exhortation from your Lord&s;hip and remain</P>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>Vampington Shoon the La&s;t. your Honours Tumble down Servant</SIGNED>
<SIGNED>Hew&s;on.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<HEAD>A Letter from Ma&s;ter <HI>Walton</HI> to <HI>Arthur Ha&s;elrigg</HI> Junior E&s;q.</HEAD>
<OPENER><SALUTE>SIR,</SALUTE></OPENER>
<P>HAving tryed all means to procure &s;atisfacti|on from your brother in law <HI>Richard Crom|well</HI> for his Fathers Funerals which I tru&s;ted him, and finding it to be a de&s;perate debt, unle&s;s I can make a &s;peciall friend. I have pre&s;umed to reque&s;t your favourable a&s;&s;i&s;tance, really &s;ir, you would pity me to think that &s;uch a proper Gentleman, whom <HI>Pauls</HI> Church yrad could not compare, &s;hould now go a wool-gathering with a licen&s;e to que&s;tion every one in bla<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">k (like the Burr in the Fable) for my cloth, and adde to all to be in danger of a Dungeon, if the undone Clothier lay hold on me. Sir you have laid field to field, Bi&s;hops Lands to Crown Lands, and yet if the times hold on you are like to be on the wrong &s;ide of the hedge, and therefore let humane condition move you to con&s;ideration of my ca&s;e. My brother in law <HI>Pride</HI> is disbanded, and the ambition of all our friends withered, and as beggarly already as they were at the beginning, let us now move Heaven and Earth rather the &s;ink under the load of our Dunghill fortunes; and as you tender your rotten Lady leave <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">er not to the violent hands of the rude Cavaliers. <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">his is all at pre&s;ent, from</P>
<CLOSER><SALUTE>Sir</SALUTE> <SIGNED> your humble &s;erant.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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