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<NAME>Simon Charles</NAME>
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<HEAD>THE COMPLAINT OF M^r^s^. CELIERS, AND THE Je&s;uits in Newgate, TO The E. of <HI>D.</HI> and the Lords in the TOWER, Concerning the Di&s;covery of their <HI>New Sham-Plot.</HI></HEAD>
<P>WHAT think you now, my mo&s;t politick <HI>Lords?</HI> the cow|ardly Rogue <HI>Macgraff</HI> has confe&s;t all? Had not our dear Fa|thers &s;o often inculcated into me in this our retirement, that the power of the <HI>Pope</HI> our mo&s;t holy Father, is on Earth, much greater than God Almighty's? and that he has &s;olely left the Rule of this World to him, and his mo&s;t adored <HI>Infallibility,</HI> I &s;hould begin to &s;u&s;pect by the&s;e &s;trange and fatal, and frequent detections and di&s;coveries of our Mines; that there was &s;ome Titular Angel belong'd to the&s;e Hereticks called Prote&s;tants, or that this <HI>I&s;lands Genius</HI> &s;tood in oppo&s;ition to our endeavours, of bringing it un|der the power of the Tripple Crown, or el&s;e that the thing I have heard &s;ome fools talk of, called Divine <HI>Providence,</HI> was our Enemy: I confe&s;s to you my dear Popi&s;h Lords, and you my dear Prote&s;tant profe&s;&s;ing, popi&s;hly affected E. of <HI>D.</HI> as well as to our dear and holy Fathers our Prie&s;ts, that &s;ometimes I have &s;ome &s;uch little puny thoughts, or gentle qualms of Con&s;cience; but I quickly pa&s;s it over, and am again confirmed by my dear and mo&s;t holy Fathers, who &s;end you their Benediction, that the&s;e are but cunning &s;lights and tricks of the Devil, who &s;ometimes will oppo&s;e our pious de&s;igns, out of meer de&s;ign to &s;hew his power, and to ingratiate him&s;elf with us, and to endear him&s;elf the more to us, having been indeed a mo&s;t profe&s;&s;ed Friend to our holy See. One Father <HI>H.</HI> whom you all know, has made his Ori&s;ons to his mo&s;t infallible Oracle the in&s;pired Prophet <HI>G.</HI> who has ca&s;t a Scheam, and he a&s;&s;ures us we were over ha&s;ty in our di&s;covery to <HI>Macgraff;</HI> for had we &s;tayed but three mi|nutes longer, ere we had propo&s;ed our de&s;ign to him, it had infallibly taken ef|fect, and we had mo&s;t gloriou&s;ly, and to our eternal Fame, &s;ham'd the <HI>Presby|terians,</HI> fool'd <HI>Providence,</HI> deceived <HI>Englands Guardian</HI> Angel, and all Protect|ours what&s;oever; for as ill luck would have it, <HI>Pluto</HI> was bu&s;ie at that in&s;tant with <HI>Pro&s;erpina,</HI> and neither thought of us, or his dear Allies Concerns; but he has &s;ent us word, that this would &s;oon blow over, and that he &s;hould not de|&s;pair of effecting the next De&s;ign, which we may go about as &s;oon as ever <HI>Scorpio</HI> layes his left Claw in the Hou&s;e of <HI>Pi&s;ces.</HI> You know the Devil and Woman may do much, they once confounded a World, then &s;ure the Devil, the Pope, the
<PB REF="2" MS="y"> Je&s;uit, the politique <HI>D.</HI> and a Woman, may ruine one poor &s;illy Heretical <HI>I&s;land.</HI> I &s;well with Indignation to find my &s;elf thus out-witted, and had I the &s;trength of the old Gyants, I'de pull <HI>Jupiter</HI> out of his Throne, but I'de have my Will.</P>
<P>Well, my dear and Honoured Lords, and you my dear Lord <HI>P.</HI> for whom I have a particular re&s;pect, what next is to be done? I am afraid this Sham is quite broken, and can never be piec'd again, about the murthered Knight; we intend &s;hortly to have a general Con&s;ult here, about another Plot, in which I am to &s;it Pre&s;ident, and which I need not be a&s;hamed to own to you, &s;ince one of my Sex to our Glory and Renown, once po&s;&s;e&s;s'd the Infallible Chair, and was a She-God, or Godde&s;s on Earth; and I hope if I can bring the next de&s;ign about, that I may come to be Archbi&s;hope&s;s of this <HI>I&s;land,</HI> for according to the predictions of our Friend <HI>G.</HI> who has ca&s;t my Nativity, I am to be highly exalted. We &s;hall advi&s;e you of the preci&s;e minute of our meeting, that you al&s;o may lay your heads together at the &s;ame time. We have &s;ent away to <HI>Rome</HI> to our Holy Fa|ther, that he &s;hould make his Complaint to <HI>Lucifer,</HI> that tho&s;e his infernal work|men &s;hould be puni&s;hed, for &s;ending us Con&s;ciences that were not proof a|gain&s;t Fear. For our Tool <HI>Macgraff</HI> was not double &s;teel'd with Impudence, as he ought to have been; for if he had, he had out-fac'd all proofs with an Oath, let them have &s;aid what they will.</P>
<P>I have not &s;een our Fathers &s;o much di&s;turbed a good while, but are indeavou|ring to wa&s;h it down; now it would be worthy our &s;elves, if after all this we could per&s;uade our Followers, Party, and Well-wi&s;hers, to believe that this <HI>Macgraff</HI> is a Tool of the <HI>Hereticks,</HI> and by them hired to put this Trick upon us. Something of this Nature mu&s;t be done, for if we don't &s;till appear Innocent, many will break off from us. We mu&s;t not now let fall our Spirits, therefore we all de&s;ire you will &s;end us, by your wonted Me&s;&s;enger, a pur&s;e at this time to chear our Hearts, and to in&s;pire us anew for &s;ome glorious de&s;ign.</P>
<P>We have been endeavouring after &s;ome Miracle, to a&s;&s;ert our Innocency, and the Truth of our Cau&s;e, but we find it not as yet very fea&s;ible, and our Fathers complain, that the Hereticks want the Devotion of Ignorance; being &s;o &s;ubtil, that unle&s;s we can outdoe all that yet has been performed in that nature, we cannot think to pro&s;per. I am &s;till for following our old way, and for &s;pringing a new Mine, we &s;hall fall to digging again. The three Scribling Fathers are al|mo&s;t blind with writing, and drinking, and their Provence is well manag'd. You know they have &s;everal weekly Pamphlets, that come forth with Prote&s;tant Fa|ces, which have done us no &s;mall &s;ervice, be&s;ides tho&s;e others by the by, you mu&s;t therefore encourage them, grea&s;e them well, that the wheels may runglib.</P>
<P>We have now more need than ever of that mo&s;t u&s;eful Art of Conjuration, exerci&s;ed by &s;everal of our Infallible Heads, and the Fathers have convinc'd me of the nece&s;&s;ity of that Art, to be perpetually annexed to that See, to maintain it&s;elf in this latter Age, in which, Eyes are more open than in the days of old. We cannot but admire, that <HI>Lucifer</HI> &s;hould be &s;o &s;hy of Communicating tho&s;e his beloved Secrets, but to &s;ome particular Per&s;ons. <HI>Innocent</HI> now wants the true knowledge, and help of that u&s;eful Art Magick, as much to keep the Chair, as ever <HI>Silve&s;ter</HI> did to get into it. We mu&s;t have one skil'd in the Black Art, to help us, wherever he is to be had, and then we will rai&s;e up the Knight's Gho&s;t, who&s;e black Murther has Created us all this Trouble, and he &s;hall come him&s;elf, and &s;wear, that he hang'd him&s;elf, and that his Brother run him thorow after he was dead, and put it upon the Innocent <HI>Papi&s;ts.</HI> We have &s;ent to <HI>Rome</HI> about it, and as &s;oon as we receive an&s;wer from thence you &s;hall be certified. We hope our Friend the Infernal Prince will be helpful to us in this la&s;t &s;hift, or el&s;e we &s;hall di&s;pair: we likewi&s;e de&s;ire that &s;ome few places of <HI>Scripture</HI> may be al&s;o ex|pung'd, which &s;ayes, <HI>a Murtherer &s;hall be put to death,</HI> and that <HI>no &s;atisfaction be taken for the life of a Murtherer, Numb.</HI> 35. and this we have done chiefly, for the <HI>E.</HI> of <HI>D.</HI> &s;ake:</P>
<CLOSER><DATELINE>From our Colledge <DATE>this la&s;t of <HI>May, &amp;c.</HI></DATE></DATELINE></CLOSER>
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