MORE WORK FOR THE Popish Implements, NAT. THOMPSON and the OBSERVATOR. SHOWING How contradictory they are to themselves from that they were when the one published, and the other allowed this following Narrative of Sir Edmondbury Godfrey's Murder; which for the Satisfaction of all People we have here Verbatim Reprinted.  
THose impudent Letters inverted by some of the Jesuitical Crew, and directed to Mr. Prance, published by Nat. Thompson, and in some part justified by the Observator two Torical Hirelings, have been several answered to the great satisfaction of the People, who are not now easily deluded with sham's, yet since Nat. Thompson has with a Brazen Eront published to the world in his Intelligence, that every Tittle or jota of what was writ, shall be made good before the Council. We have in the mean time printed this following Narrative, called by Thompson, who printed and published it with Allowance of L' Estrange. A true and perfect Relation of the horrid and bloody Murder committed upon the Body of Sir E. etc.  
A True and Perfect Narrative of the late Ternible and Bloody Murder of Sir Edmondbury Godfrey; who was found murdered on Thursday the 27th. of this Instant October, in a Field near Primrose Hill. With a full Account of the monner of his being Murdered, and in what manner he was found. Also the full Proceed of the Coroner, who sat upon the Inquest, etc. With Allowance.  
SIR Edmondbury Godfrey's Death being the sad Occasion of this Narrative, and the Subject of most People's Discourse; I shall (to prevent any false or surreptitious Stories that are usually carried abroad about things of this Nature) give the Reader this true and impartial Account thereof.  
On the 12th. of this instant October, being Saturday, about Nine of the Clock in the Morning, Sir Edmondbury Godfrey went out of his own House in Green's Lane in the 〈◊〉 about his Occasions; and was seen not long after near Marybone, but then supposed to be going home, and was at one of the Church Wardens of the Parish of St. Martin's in the Fields, about some business at twelve of the Clock the same day: But so it was that he came not to his House that Night, according to his usual custom, nor gave any notice to his Servants of any business that he had to hinder his returning that night. And from that time, till Tuesday the 17th of the same Month, about Six a Clock at Night, no tidings could be heard of him (although all earnest and diligent Inquiries and Searches were made for him.) At which time his Body was found dead in a Ditch, upon the South side of Primrose Hill Hampstead. The occasion of his being found was this; One Bromly a Baker, and Waters a Farrier, both of the Parish of St. Giles' in the Fields, having an occasion to go to the House, commonly called the White-House near Primrose Hill; and going over the Field where the Body of Sir Edmondbury lay, saw, as they thought, a Sword and Belt, and a Stick and a pair of Gloves lying together hard by the Hedge Side: but they went not near to meddle with them, supposing her had belonged to some person that was gone into the Ditch to ease himself. And when they came to the White-house, they told John Rawson (the man of the said House) that they had seen a Sword and Belt, and a pair of Gloves and Stick lie in that place: Whereupon John Rawson asked them, why they did not bring them thither? They told him, they did not know but there might be somebody hard by to own them. Rawson told them that there had been several Soldiers thereabout this Week a Hedgehog hunting, and and it may be (said he) some of them may have left them behind them.  
After some farther Discourse, Rawson agreed to go with the two men to the place, and if they found the things there, then Rawson was to give them a Shilling to drink, and was to take the things to his own House, till some body came thither to own them; and thereupon they went together to the place: When they came there they found only a Belt, and a Scabbard, and a pair of Gloves, but no Sword: which as Rawson was stooping to take up, he thought he saw something like a man in the Ditch hard by; and so going to the Ditch, there they saw a Man lying as they supposed upon his Belly, with a Sword run through him, and the point appearing about seven or eight Inches above his Back. Upon this they went immediately to the Churchwarden of the Parish, to give him an account of it; but he being sick, sent them to Mr. Brown's the Constable, who presently taking with him several Neighbours and Housekeepers, went to the place where the Body lay; which was in a dry Ditch upon the South side of Primrose-Hill, about two Fields distant from the White-house: The Posture in which he lay was this, he had a Sword run into him, just under his left Pap, which came out upon the right side of his Back, about seven Inches, one of his hands being doubled under, on which he seemed to lean, the other hand lying upon the Bank; his Hair Camlet Coat being turned up over his head, his Hat and Periwig being among the Bushes over his head; but no Band nor Crauta could be found about him, although when he went from home, he he had a large Laced Band on.  
The Constable and the rest that were with him, being about a dozen, having taken notice of the manner of his lying, caused him to be removed, and the Sword drawn out of his Body: concerning which Sword it is observable, that the point of it which came out at his Back was covered all over with Blood, and that part which was in his body was black, without any Blood upon it.  
The Constable having caused the Body to be removed to the White House, and knowing it to be the Body of Sir Edmondberry Godfrey, he caused his Pockets to be searched, and found in one of them in one Paper Six Guineas, and in another Paper four broad Pieces of Gold, and a half Crown; and in the other Pockets two Rings, whereof one was a Diamond, one Guiney, and four pound in Silver, and two small Pieces of Gold, and one Ring he had upon one of his fingers: His Pocket book (in which he used to take notes of Examination) being only missing.  
On Friday the 18th. of this instant, Mr. Coopet the Coroner of Middlesex, impannell'd a Jury at the White-Horse to inquire about the occasion of the Death of the said Sir Edmondberry Godfrey: and two Chorurgions (having been first Sworn) viewed the Body in the presence of the Coroner and the Jary and found two wounds about it, which one of the Chirurgeons searched with his Probe, and found one of them not above an inch deep, the Probe going against one of his 〈◊〉; but the other being a little below the left Pap, went quite thorough the Body: His face was of a flesh colour, though in his life-time very pale, some what swelled, and a green circle about his Neck, as if he had been strengled, his blood being se●…d about his Neck, Throat, and the upper part of his Breast. The Chirurgeons having viewed the Body, delivered their Judgements, That the Wounds they found about him, were not the cause of his Death, but that he was suffocated before the Wound were made. And that which may fully persuade any person of the truth 〈◊〉 is, That there was not one drop of blood to be found in the place where he lay, not the least appearance of any such thing: though the Ditch was dry, and it might have been easily seen if there had been any. Another thing was, That the very bottoms of the soles of his Shoes were as clean as if he had but just come out of his own C●… which was an evident sign that he was carried thither.  
A third thing very remarkable; is, That one of the Jury ass 〈…〉, That a Servant of his Mothers (who is owner of the ground where the Body lay) with a Butcher and two Boys, made a very strict and narrow search in all parts of that ground for a Calf that was missing, upon Monday and Tuesday last, and a● that th●… there lay no dead Body, Belt, Gloves, Stick, or other things there.  
Now because several false Reports have gone abroad, ●…ding to the Dishonour of this Worthy Deceased Knight, as though he had been discontented about some Moneys owing by him to the Parish, and upon that account should make himself 〈◊〉. The Relator thinks good to testify to the World, That to his own knowledge Sir Edmondberry lent the Parish above 300 l. without Interest, a good part of which is yet unpaid; so palpable an untruth it is, that some wicked persons have spread abroad about him. But it is no wonder that those inhuman Wretches that have taken away his life, should go also about to blest his Reputation.  
One thing more I cannot omit to mention, having received it from the mouth of one of the late Church Wardens of the Parish where he lived, which is, That Sir Edmondberry not long ago gave him an Hundred Pounds to bestow upon such poor People in the Parish as he knew were in want: Neither was that the first time that Sir Edmondberry had employed him in works of that nature, having often made him the distributer of his Charity, because he did not desire the Applause of Men for it. This without all doubt proceeded from so remarkable and so sincere a piety, That though it may be commended, I am afraid it will scarce be imitated.  
Now we shall only make these Remarks on the same, that in his Preamble Nat. Tomson tells you, That he had here Printed the true Relation, to prevent false and surreptitious Stories that are usually carried abroad about things of this nature. If you believe him now, and what he impudently avers, he then was an egregious Liar before, when he Printed and Published this Narrative.  
But besides that Sir Edmondberry Godfrey's Death was then the sad occasion of his Narrative, and is now become his Ridicule. The whole Relation under his hand confounds and contradicts his Letters to Prance, which he has impudently promised to justify; [auri sacra fames!] what will not wretches do for Guineas? But observe farther, in his Impartial and True Narrative, as he calls it himself, he tells you, that his Face was fresh coloured, and somewhat swelled, and a green Circle about his Neck, as if he had been strangled, and the blood settled about his Neck and Throat, and the upper part of his Breast; and that it was the Judgement of the Chirurgeons that he was suffocated, and that the Wounds were not the cause of his Death. All which was Truth; and as he than himself said, that as an Evidence of that Truth, there was not one drop of blood found in the Ditch, though the Ditch were dry, page 7. and might easily have been seen if there had been any: yet this very same Person now gives himself the Lie, and tells you of lots of blood found about him and in the Ditch, as you may see in his Letter to Mr. Prance. Sure he had forgot what he had before Published concerning this thing, or he thought every body else had.  
In the next place concerning his Shoes which he says in the Letter to France were full of Grass Seeds, which proved he had gone thither himself, the vanity and all Contrivance of which has already been observed, and that it could not be at that time of the Year; but Mr. Thompson tells you Page 7. sure you will believe himself, That it was an evident sign that he was carried thither, because the bottom of his Soles were as clean as if he had but just come out of his own Chamber.  
Then that he should have lain here from the time he was missing, as this Thompson would prove, in saying, the corners of his Eyes and Mouth were flyblown, which was a palpable Lie and ill contrived, considering the time of the Year; he contradicts that himself in this Narrative, and tells you Page 7. That the Ground was narrowly searched on Tuesday for a Calf, and that then to dead body lay in the Ditch, nor any Belt, Gloves, Stick, or the like to be seen.  
Lastly, I observe how zealous he then was to vindicate this Knight's Honour, and Reputation, which he would now take away, for he says, that some false Reports have gone abroad tending to the dishonour of the Deceased Knight, as if being disconttented, he should have made himself away, and Page 8. so palpable an untruth it is that these wicked wretches have spread abroad about him; but 'tis no wonder that those inhuman wretches that have taken away his Life (mark that) should go also about to blast his Reputation. Yet such a Wretch is this Thompson now become, to contradict himself, and give himself the Lie under his own hand, and impudently go about to justify it.  
FINIS.   

London, Printed for J. B. 1682.