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<NAME>John Pas</NAME>
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<HEAD>Trotters <HI>Journey-man on his amble to the</HI> Gallowes <HI>or the confe&s;&s;ion of</HI> John Mew, <HI>before execution.</HI></HEAD>
<OPENER><SALUTE>Gentlemen,</SALUTE></OPENER>
<P>I Confe&s;&s;e to have been brought up under a Trotter, but being taken from thence by my Rider <HI>Tichbourn,</HI> and put into the Tramels of Rebellion, I &s;oon took a very good pace, and ever &s;ince have &s;tept at &s;uch a di&s;tance; that I pre&s;umed none &s;cruple my interferring, it being ea&s;ie to have driven a Wheel-barrow between my legs when I &s;trutted in the head of my Regiment (&s;ome report that being in the Tower, I &s;hould &s;teale King <HI>Henrries</HI> Pin-cu&s;&s;ion: and for its &s;afer conveyance &s;lipt it under my twi&s;t, which occa&s;ioned my pedantick Garbe) but to that I a&s;&s;ent not; To warn tho&s;e petty Peeces of good luck which attended mee, &s;ince I dropt into the Hou&s;e of Office at my Mr. <HI>Pettits:</HI> Be plea&s;ed to know, I was made a Captain of Hor&s;e (before I was a Souldier) and being to exerci&s;e my Troupe, (with Bed|&s;taves in my Hol&s;ters) my Word of Command was Stand to your Arms Gentle|men, by which the nimbler puppets then in motion, thought me more &s;it to be a a Colonel of Foot; of which I no &s;ooner heard, then ha&s;ted to my place to &s;a|lute my &s;elf with the Title of Nobel Colonel, and their began to ape (as I thought) the mo&s;t becoming Po&s;tures for my New Created Honour, by which I am now become &s;o ridiculous, (and &s;ome Di&s;pute whether the &s;ub&s;tance was in me, or my likene&s;&s;e the one being a &s;hadow, and the other but a vapour,) but to proceed, how bu&s;ie I was in the di&s;ciplying, or rather caneing my men: I have cau&s;e to remember having taught one of them to handle his Arms &s;o well, that he mademe a while after unable to lift mine to my head: I had added to this, the Honour, of being a Militia Man, if you plea&s;e, a Malitious Man, and returning from thence &s;omewhat late, I found a per&s;on (who beleeving me an Officer of the Rump) was &s;hiting at my Doore, but I made him know, I belonged to the Committe of Danger, though I committed him to Safety.</P>
<P>Who upon examination, confe&s;t his de&s;ign of Blowing open my Door, and to force away my &s;ilver Head-peece, and my beloved Gla&s;&s;e, in which I fir&s;t &s;ee me &s;elf a Colonel. There are &s;ome who have added to my Title of Colonel, that of Shallow brains, but had they fathomed my dept, when I marched into <HI>Cornwal</HI> with my brother <HI>Hew&s;on</HI>) they would have waved it, for it might have been ob&s;ervable how I garded the blind &s;ide leaving his &s;ingle eye as a Butt to any mark&s;man in hopes that being out, I might at la&s;t &s;upply the office of a Dog and a Bell; to beg the cha|rity of the Gentlecraft: But alas! Fortune doth not alwayes favour Fools, for now though my Ca&s;e be alturd, yet my &s;hitten lucke hath its period: I now lament my impudent, intruding the Common Councel, for which I was &s;hamefully turned out where each Man very readily lent me his foot to help me out of the crowed, I now bewaile my playing the changeling in going to the Exchange, and thru&s;ting my Bet|ters from the wall, for now, alas! I cannot walke quietly in the channel, the le&s;&s;er boys being ready to pi&s;&s;e upon me: but what grieves me mo&s;t, is I am like to be deprived of the Office of <HI>Tichbourns</HI> Ca&s;h-keeper (from which I have &s;uckt more &s;weetne&s;&s;e, than ever he did from his <HI>Clu&s;ter of Canaans Grapes</HI>) by the lo&s;&s;: of which I &s;hall be no longer able to proffer the Marchants ready Money, and then tho&s;e that lead me out of there Warehou&s;es then, will kick me out now: but I do but wait till my Brother <HI>Hew&s;on</HI> is cut down from the Gibbet, and then I &s;hall &s;ave them that labour.</P>
<CLOSER><SALUTE>Vale.</SALUTE></CLOSER>
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