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<NAME>John Pas</NAME>
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<HEAD>BRIEF MEMORIAL OF THE Lo&s;&s;e of the Late Incomparable and Excellent Andrew Lord Rutherford <HI>EARLE of TEVEOT,</HI> &amp;c. Killed by an Ambu&s;cadoe of MOORES, <HI>May</HI> the 3d, 1664.</HEAD>
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<P>_WE pre&s;ent the World with a draught of the fatall Field wherein to the grief and un&s;peakable &s;orrow of all Men lyeth Carnaged the Body of that Illu&s;trious and mo&s;t Heroical Per&s;on <HI>Andrew</HI> Lord <HI>Rutherford</HI> Earl of <HI>Teveot,</HI> together with the Card of the Town of <HI>Tangier</HI> according to the exacte&s;t Delineation; wherein he had the honour to command &s;o &s;ucce&s;sfully for his Maje&s;ty. The view will contribute a great advantage to the piety of tho&s;e Per&s;ons who would offer their Teares at his Tombe, and the more unaffected be &s;atisfied with the &s;tory by the&s;e Particulars, which to a great expence we have cau&s;ed to be Engraven.</P>
<P>As to the Relation of this &s;ad &s;tory, the proceeding of it was thus. Upon <HI>May</HI> the 3d. 1664. the Noble Governour calling to mind a bru&s;h he received from <HI>Gayland</HI> that Day Twelve Moneth, and expecting an on&s;et from him upon account of that &s;ucce&s;&s;e, ordered the Doubling of the Guards of the Town, and a Company of Foot to reinforce the Fort, having al&s;o received private Information from a Jew of a part of the <HI>Moores</HI> in &s;uch a place, whither he would conduct him; whereupon having left &s;trict Orders concerning the Garri&s;on, he ad|vanced with Five Hundred Men to the <HI>Jewes</HI> River, (which you &s;ee in the Map) having the Jew with him, and pa&s;&s;ing the &s;aid River, &s;ent a Forlorne of Hor&s;e to &s;ecure the Adjacent Fields, who &s;eeing no Enemy alighted and fed the Hor&s;es, which the <HI>Moores</HI> &s;uffered from their Ambu&s;cadoes, as &s;ure of the whole Party; for upon return of this Forlorne, with their Newes of no Enemy, my Lord marched forward, and commanded his Party to fell down tho&s;e Adjacent Woods where the Enemy had lurked &s;o often, and done &s;o much mi&s;chief; but upon their approach the Enemy i&s;&s;ued our, and with great Numbers encompa&s;&s;ed this &s;mall Party, and finally butcher'd them all, very few e&s;caping with the Newes: <GAP DESC="blank"> And thus fell the Mo&s;t Excellent <HI>Rutherford</HI> by the Treachery of a damned Jew, whom the Power and Force of no Enemy could Vanqui&s;h. Indeed no Fate could better &s;uite his, nor was any Place but the Field worthy of great Actions.</P>
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<HEAD>An ELEGY on His DEATH and Surpri&s;al.</HEAD>
<L>WE are not Conquer'd yet, the Sooty MOORE</L>
<L>Ere long will Vaile, and give his Triumps o're;</L>
<L>Yet we &s;hall make this bold USURPER bow,</L>
<L>And fetch the Honour from his black ey'd brow,</L>
<L>The LAWREL Crown for Warlike <HI>TEVEOT</HI> made</L>
<L>Snatcht off by <HI>GAYLAND,</HI> withers in a &s;hade:</L>
<L>Thy Valour is Eclips'd thou Son of Night,</L>
<L>Vertue from thy black Soul is darkned quite.</L>
<L>What Champion fought with greater bravery</L>
<L>Then fiery <HI>TEVEOT,</HI> which his Foes &s;lavery</L>
<L>Could often manife&s;t, each dreadful blow</L>
<L>Foretold the Enemy of his Overthrow,</L>
<L>In every Battle he would fir&s;t engage,</L>
<L>The <HI>LIZBIAN</HI> Lion in his Rampant rage</L>
<L>Was his true <HI>EMBLEM,</HI> for his Enemies falls</L>
<L>His Warlike Drums beat doleful Funerals.</L>
<L>While thundring &s;hot did fly back with the breath</L>
<L>Of fury, each Granado whi&s;pering death.</L>
<L>There in the clouds of Smoke with winged &s;peed</L>
<L>DEATH gallop'd through the Army with a Reed,</L>
<L>To mea&s;ure out the Graves, of them which he</L>
<L>Had &s;ent to wander to Eternity.</L>
<L>But now the matchle&s;s <HI>TEVEOT</HI> is fal'n down</L>
<L>Unto a Moore, for a more glorious Crown</L>
<L>Then that of <HI>LAWREL,</HI> not by VALOUR KILL'D</L>
<L>But treacherous AMBUSCADOES Hedges fill'd:</L>
<L>To Rifle this rich Cabinet of a Prize</L>
<L>More Good, more Glorious, then in <HI>India</HI> lies,</L>
<L>Then boa&s;t not Death, being &s;lain by treachery</L>
<L>In this la&s;t Combat, he has conquer'd thee.</L>
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<CLOSER><SIGNED>Jeremiah Rich.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed for <HI>Henry Mar&s;h</HI> at the Princes Armes in Chancery-Lane, 1664.</P>
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