A continuation OF THE IRISH REBELS proceedings, with our victories over them.  
Declaring the falsehood and perfidiousness of those Rogues, in the taking of Bellturbet and their inhumanities there by Sacking, and Pillaging, throwing Children into the River with pitchforks, striping 1500. stark naked driving them towards Dublin, the drowning, and killing many of them by the way, Cutting of Protestant Ministers in pieces, and searching woman's privites &c.  
With a charm that was found in a rebel's Pocket, and a prayer the friars do teach the poor rebels to our Lady which as they tell them, secures them in their holy war.  
Penned in a Letter by Alderman Cillard of Dublin now chosen Appothecary general for the army, and sent to Master Keneday his Nephew now resident at Lincoln's inn. on Feb. 28.  
Printed at London for Geo. Lindsey. 1642.   

A Continuation of the Irish Proceedings, sent from Dublin the 28. of Feb. 1641.  
THe rebels under the pretence of saving the English, Philip of Relley, told the people of Belturbet that he came to save them from the enemy, and wished them to see what weapons every man had, and to bring them to him, which the poor people did, and when he had gotten the weapons, he caused them presently every man to go into their Houses and not to stir till he called on them, but as soon as they were in, they caused the doors to be made fast, and a guard at every door, and then the false villains began to pillage them, but still promising them fair quarter, and that they should have their goods again, and carriages to carry them away which he did, but no sooner had they put up their goods, but presently it was taken from them, and every man woman and child stripped naked and sent away towards Dublin, where they told them that they should have but cold entertainment for it was taken, but they lied I thank God: but when they heard the plot was discovered, the Rogues were ready to hang themselves, which no good time passed I hope they will be hanged or killed. There did come in one company at least 1500 men, women and children, and they all were stark naked as my poor uncle Swamson told me, and no sooner did they get a rag to cover their nakedness, but a Rogue of ten years old would search them, and if it were worth the taking they would have it, and had their skins in their hands to kill any that did resist, and were robbed 22 times before they came to the Cavane, and many killed and starved with the cold, the like damnable and inhuman doing was never heard of before they took the sucking children, and stripped them and flung them with pitchforkes into the River, and they took above a hundred of the distressed souls and broke a wooden bridge that they were to go over, & made them go over the broken bridge that they were all drowned, and such as could swim, they went on both sides of the River and killed them with stones and clubs: in that company was Master Follerton my Lord Primates chaplain, and he would not sting himself into the River, but suffered himself to be cut in pieces, and one more with him, such as they got with them to mass for fear, the next day they would tell them, now that we have saved your souls we will hang you, and did one Master Midleton; they killed my x Francis Sullian in his wife's arms, and had almost cut her fingers off because she would not let him go, and after dragged him in the dirt, they took one, Trafford a Minister at Longford, and ripped up his belly, this your uncle John told me, who scaped very narrowly from them; they got one sharp a Minister at the Navane, and cut him in pieces, and his poor wife thinking to gather them again to bury him, the Rogues had like to have killed 〈…〉 did meddle with them, but let the dogs eat him; they took Master Pullen the Bishop of Derry his brother in law at Cashell and stripped him, and whipped him about the streets, and after put him in the stocks, and there he remained stark naked till they were going to mass, than they put an old rag about him, and pricked him behind with their swords and skins into mass, and whether he be dead or alive it is not known, this Dean Thrope told me: nay there is a more inhuman thing than all this, the damned Rogues did search the womens' privy parts for money, and would make the poor good women to dance naked with a bagpipe, and being near a thatched house the poor souls would catch of the straw, and hold it before them, but the Rogues would catch it from them: again I could send you ten times more of their damnable wicked doings, but time would not permit me.  

Of our proceedings against them.  
First Clantaffe was burnt by Sir Charles Coote and most of all the towns with in six miles about the city, are burnt, and a boundance of the Rogues slain.  
Sir Henry Tuchborne failed out of Tredth five times and he killed seven hundred of the rebels and lost but nine of his men.  
Sir Charles Coote had a small fight with them at swords, where he killed three or four score of the rebels and lost but four besides.  
Sir Lawrance Cary, who was short through his head piece,  
My Lord of Ormond, Sir Charles Coote, My Lord Cambart and Sir Simon Harecote went to the maze on the thirteth of january with two thousand men; and two hundred horse and sent a hundred horse to Castle Marting who is gone out, and they bnrned his town and Kilcollen bridge, and many towns of the enemies, and brought home five hundred cows besides other cattle, and worth two thousand pounds of pillage that the Soldiers got, and all this way there was not a shot, shot, before the bragging rogues thought that we durst not go to Racoule, but they found it otherwise God be praised that makes our enemies fly before us; for the name of Sir Charles Coot is as fearful to them as ever Drake, was to Spain or Tabottro France, we hang them daily here, Alderman Sances is condemned to be hanged and got eight days to bring in his son, orelse be hang himself, here are damnable doing with the gentlemen of the pale for they are all out and here will be brave possessions for our Commanders God willing. I thank God all victall are plentiful with us as yet, but now we are afraid it will be scarce by reason the Rogues got all from us, but it proveth otherwise God be thanked; I am chosen Apothecary general for the army; and you shall hear from me shortly God willing, all your friends are well God bethanked, and you are grown forgetful or lazy, Commend me to my x She'll and pray him get my Watch mended, for I shall want it in my journey to the Camp so I rest, desiring God to pacify these troublesome times, Amen.  
Your uncle Sank●y Sullian.  
Your Brother Thomas is a Trooper, and Jonas.   

The charm.  
THis charm was found in the pocket of one of the Rogues, this Oration was found on the tomb of our Blessed Lady, and is of such effect, that whosoever will have the same, or say it daily, or carry it about him, shall be safe from fire, water, and skirmish of battle, and also from noy some hunting of spirits: moreover whosoever shall say, a pater, Ave, and creed daily to the honour of our holy and miraculous Virgin Mary, she will visibly show herself unto him three times before his death.   

This Prayer after.  
O Most sweet Lord Jesus Christ only son of the omnipotent Father God of angels only son of the most gracious Virgin Mary help me azure and save me from all present dangers wherein I am, Most excellent and blessed Virgin to be praised, pray and interceded for me a miserable sinner to thine only beloved son O chaste and honourable woman, you are the Mother of angels and Archangels; help me from all present evils, and all to come, O Flower of patriarchs O shining brightness of the Apostes, O hope of Glory, O beauty of Virgin, O high thoughts of Angels and Archangels, O most sweet woman I most humbly beseech the not to forsake me at the trembling time of my death, when my soul shall be separated from my body, whereby I may see myself everlasting Glory by him, O flower of all Angels, O foundation of all sweetness, star of art, O heaven of health, O Queen of penitent offenders, O hope of the faithful Archangels, thou whose conversation is the only recreations of the Angels & Archangels O most honourable Lady of all sweetness and fortitude; you are the most wholesome medicine of all sores, you are the mabearigh of all virtues, through thee doth ever angels and archangels rejoice, O Mother of mercy look on me with thine own merciful eyes, and I commit to thy blessed arms to inspire my soul and body, and my thoughts, so that it pleaseth thee, and thine only beloved son, Jesus Christ. Pater Ave and Creed.  
Besides these base fopperies which the poor people are deluded by the friars and Jesuites, they most falsely tell the people afar off, that Roger Moor hath besieged the city, and that the King of Spain hath sent a great Army to help them, and all are about Dublin, and that there is three Coaches, and that the Queen is in one of them, they do not stick to say, and make the people believe that they should hear mass at Christchurch on Christmas day, and feed the poor Rogues with such, lies that the common people begin to forsake them.  
FINIS.