they disagree in several other things, but adhere
in that first, which is most material. Adhere,
in this place, signifies not to be retracted, and
excludes a free conference. So that this week
the Houses will be in danger of splitting, without
much wisdom or force. For considering that
Sir Thomas Sands was the very person sent to Clarges
and Pultney, that O’Brian was concealed in the
Duke of Monmouth’s lodgings, that Wroth and
Lake were bayled at the sessions by order from
Mr. Attorney, and that all persons and things are
perfectly discovered, that act will not be passed
without great consequence. George’s
father obliges you much in Tangier. Prince Edgar
is dying. The Court is at the highest pitch of
want and luxury, and the people full of discontent,
Remember me to yourselves.”
To William Ramsden, Esq.
(Undated.)
“DEAR WILL,—I think I have not told you that, on our Bill of Subsidy, the Lord Lucas made a fervent bold speech against our prodigality in giving, and the weak looseness of the government, the King being present; and the Lord Clare another to persuade the King that he ought not to be present. But all this had little encouragement, not being seconded. Copys going about everywhere, one of them was brought into the Lords’ House, and Lord Lucas was asked whether it was his. He sayd part was, and part was not. Thereupon they took advantage, and sayed it was a libel even against Lucas himself. On this they voted it a libel, and to be burned by the hangman. Which was done; but the sport was, the hangman burned the Lords’ order with it. I take the last quarrel betwixt us and the Lords to be as the ashes of that speech. Doubtless you have heard, before this time, how Monmouth, Albemarle, Dunbane, and seven or eight gentlemen, fought with the watch, and killed a poor bedle. They have all got their pardons, for Monmouth’s sake; but it is an act of great scandal. The King of France is at Dunkirke. We have no fleet out, though we gave the Subsidy Bill, valued at eight hundred thousand pounds, for that purpose. I believe, indeed, he will attempt nothing on us, but leave us to dy a natural death. For indeed never had poor nation so many complicated, mortal, incurable, diseases. You know the Dutchess of York is dead. All gave her for a Papist. I think it will be my lot to go on an honest fair employment into Ireland. Some have smelt the court of Rome at that distance. There I hope I shall be out of the smell of our.... —Yours,” etc.
To a Friend in Persia.
“August
9, 1671.