News from Sherburn-Castle: Being an Accidental DISCOVERY OF A Private Conference Lately held There. Wherein the Prince of O's Third Declaration is truly Stated. In a Familiar DIALOGUE between Frank a Protestant, and Tom a R. catholic.  Tom. 
HOnest Frank, How goes it? What Wind blew Thee hither? I'll warrant the surprising Invasion of the Butter-Boxes?  Frank. 
Who's here my old Acquaintance Tom Doolittle? What in the Name of Thrift made Thee here? What, I dare Swear thou art come to see the Protestant Prince; the Great, Great Prince of Orange?  Tom. 
Why, Faith Frank, so I am. For to speak Truth in a Word, the World is grown to that pass, that, There is no Truth in Man. Men now a days are like those Well-behaved Ghosts that Aeneas met with, that were Friends to talk with, and Men to look on, but if one grasped them, but Air. Promises now are accounted but a kind of Mannerly Words, and in expectation of your Manners you are not to exact them; if you do, your Ill-breeding is a sufficient Wonder, that cannot distinguish between what is spoken, and what is meant.  Frank. 
Alas! alas! Mr. Zealous, what a Canting you make! You are One of the Common Cry, and merely makes it louder by One. You( forsooth) must be publicly affencted, and you will not be wiser than the rest of your Country. Thus Men say, and Thus most do, and Thus the World goes, are Arguments strong enough to oppose Reason. You are hugely ravished with such a Nobleman's courtesy, and you'll venture your Life for him because he put off his Hat. Wheedled into a Rebellion, by a compliment, and so Damned by a needless Civility. You measure the Happiness of a Kingdom by the Cheapness of Corn, and no other but ill Trading us with you the Harm of State.  Tom. 
Good my Friend Francis, why so sharp upon us Devonshire Lads, Pray when did you find us the foremost to kiss the King's Hand, and cry, God bless His Majesty, loudest, when your Hearts agreed not with their Mouths. Come, come, Time was, when you and we partend your Religion between your Consciences and your Purses, and you came to Church, not to serve God, but the King. The Face of the Law made you wear the Mask of the Gospel, which you used as a Means not to save your Souls, but Charges. Once a Month( to keep off the Church-Wardens) you presented yourselves at Church, and brought in our Bodies to save your Bail. When you kneeled with the Congregation, you Prayed by yourselves, and asked God forgiveness for coming thither. Nothing struck you with more Terror, than an Apparitor. You were not scared with Bulls from Rome, they were too far off;( tho' I verily believe we both love Popery well, but that we are loth to lose by it.) These, dear Frank, these were the Crimes when Mens Consciences were manacled, and you were forced to believe( at least to make a show of it) as the Church would have you: And then the genera Lamentation was, Oh the Persecuting of the Saints! What a tying up and imposing upon our Consciences is here? &c. When in Truth, we should have made better Travellers than Martyrs, for our Consciences were so large, we could never wander out of them.  Frank. 
Hey! hey! whither away, good Mr. Whyner? Why reflecting thus on past Times. Those days are over, and Liberty of Conscience, a general Indulgence to render Souls, is now the Happiness of our whole Country. Every Man may enjoy the Fruit of his own Vine; have the Freedom to serve God in his Own Way, without being forced by Imprisonments, Confiscations, and the like rigorous Severities, to go to Church, and serve God according to the Religion established by Law.  Tom. 
Good Mr. Negative, who knows not that? Tho' I must confess, thou speakest the Language and Sense of the whole Country.  Frank. 
Negative! Pups, explain yourself; What mean you by a Negative? Don't take me for a Fool.  Tom. 
I, Negative, Mr. Surly, is one that we 〈◇〉 a Wise-Man, but not a Fool; nor an Honest-Man, but not a Knave; nor a Protestant, but not a Papist.  Frank. 
Odsbobs, Here's a Character indeed! Neither Wise, nor Foolish; neither Honest, nor Knavish; neither Protestant, nor Papist. I faith we are the fittest People in the World to be taught to Rebel.  Tom. 
In troth, Frank, thou hast hit it. Our Country Reason is merely Example; and our Actions are not guided by our Understandings; but we see other Men do thus and thus, and we follow them. But prithee, dost hear any thing of this Cursed Invasion? We are the most unhappy Country of this Kingdom, to be the Seat of Two Rebellions; One of the Nephew, and This of the Son. Good God! What do they mean by this?  Frank. 
Mean you Ass, what dost not understand Common Sense? Dost thou not see Popery coming in like a mighty Torrent, and 't ha●●●most overwhelmed England. There's scarce a Town, but what has a Popish, as well as Presbyterian Conventicle.  Tom. 
Out you Simpleton, Both are against Law, and we must wink at the First, that we may enjoy the Latter. Besides, otherwise how can it agree with Liberty of Conscience, when any one Sect or Party is denied the Free Exercise of his Religion?  Frank. 
Well, but that is not all: The King they say, ●●y dispense with all Law: and so he Erects a New Court Ecclesiastical: Is for Taking away the Penal Laws and Tests: Has put a shame Prince of Wales upon us; Suffers the Monks to bu●ld them monasteries: The Jesuits to Teach School; and One was of his Privy Council: changes Officers and Mastrates, both Military and Civil, that refuse setting their Hands to the Repealing the Penal Laws and Tests; and in short, runs quiter counter to the Interest of the Kingdom, the Liberty and Property of the Subjects, &c. So the Talk is here in every Bodies Mouth; and that the Dutch are come over to be on the Church of England's side; and will be aiding towards the settling things in the Ancient Constitution and Posture.  Tom. 
So, so, very fine, sure thou hast heard something of the princes last Declaration! But prithee, without any farther Ramble, tell me, what thou thinkest, and hast heard of this unnatural Invasion. Be free.  Frank. 
Unnatural, quoth a! It is unnatural for a Son to Rebel against a Father, and pretend to seize upon his Estate before he is Dead, out of a presumption, that he shall be Disinherited by an Impostor of an Heir? Good God! When has any Age given us an Action of so wonderful a Nature, as His Majesty's late condescension was, in satisfying his Subjects about the undoubted Truth of the Birth of the Prince of Wales? What an Humility was here in so great a Monarch, to stoop to so low, and( I may say) shameful Publication of His Son's Birth: So that no Man, that valves either Honor or Conscience, but must acquiesce in so attested a Verity. And what's all the noise of monasteries, and their pretended Instruments of Cruelty, Jesuits Schools, Popish Officers, and the like; Has not the King restored the Fellows of Magdalen college; taken off the suspension of the Bishop of London; reinstated the removed Lieutenants of the several Counties; dissolved the Ecclesiastical Commission Court; restored and confirmed the several Charters of the Corporation; and ordered the removal of the Mass-Houses; and, in short, done what a Kind Prince, could do for a Dissatisfied People. Come, come, it is not the Duty of Good Subjects to censure every false Step may be made in the Actions of State. And what a Devil a Foreign Prince has to do with the Regulating our Government here in England, I cannot imagine. Dost thou think that Person a Friend, who pretends to scratch my Head with One Hand, and breaks it with the Other. Because I am supposed Bad, I must have one to knock me in Head, to make me Good canst thou imagine, the Dutch, I say the Dutch, ever can mean good to the Englis●( 〈…〉 ●retend wh●t they will?) A People to whom 〈…〉 ●●solute Acts; and Treason, a business of no 〈…〉 ●●●●equence. I think, we have sufficiently found what Friends they have been to this Nation, when in the Reign of his Majesty's Royal Grandfather, King James, Poleroone in the Indies, was surrendered into the Power and Possession of the Famous Captain Courtop, for His Majesty's Use; no other Nation at that time, having any Interest in't, or Pretensions to it; these ungrateful and Insolent Holanders seized on it; and being to restore it upon Composition to the English, they like Rascally Cheats cut down the Clove-Trees, to deprive the English of the Benefit of them. No less Infamous and Hated were they even among the Rude and Savage Indians, for their Barbarous Inhumanity executed on some of the English( the greatest Patrons under God, they have in the World) at Amboyna; whom, under colour of a Plot to destroy their Fortress, they most cruelly Tortured, and Wickedly Murdered; when, in plain Truth, there was no other Reason, but because they were most beloved by the Inhabitants, and began to gain upon their Trade. The Inhabitants of the iceland indeed received them at first with Joy and Triumphs; but alas! they soon found they got little by the Bargain of Change; their New Masters growing more burdensome and intolerable than their Old Ones had been. For the Dutch claiming in the Right of Conquest, they thought they might Oppress the Natives by the Law of Arms, and Engross all Trade to themselves, as the true Proprietaries. The Application is too Obvious; and what must we expect of them Now, but the same Fate with our Fellow Subjects at Amboyna. Blood, Rapine, Violence, and a whole Chain of Mischiefs, are the usual effects of Conquests. And, let them pretend what they will, 'tis nothing but a reducing England under their Hogan Mogan Yoke, is the Design. Our King is our Lawful Prince; and, I hope, is not to be thrust out of His Throne by such bold Invaders. I wonder how English-Men should lose their Ancient Glory, and be so Religiously Wheedled into their own ruin: when a Man that has but half an Eye, may see, that the deepest Endearment of these Dutch, is but a Communication of Mischief. May Monmouth's Fate attend those Invaders; instead of being Great, Beh—, And may the same Catastrophe befall these, who have lately sided with the Authors and Abettors of our present Confusions. Loyalty to my Prince must not be put in the Balance with Disobligation: Nor can pretence for Religion atone for Treason: nor shall the Multitude of Criminals, in such cases, mitigate the Punishment which will be Inflicted on every particular Offender. History both Ancient and Modern, afford us tremendous Instances of this Nature.  Tom. 
Well, Frank, I am highly satisfied with thy Discourse. Indeed, I am afraid a great many of these Men have been too quick for themselves, and have let their Actions put a leg before their Judgments, and out-run them too. God knows, we shall All be sharers in this general Calamity.  Frank. 
Ay, sure enough, every Mother's Son of us. And yet, forsooth, what a grumbling and grunting were our Stomachs vexed with, so that we were so Heart-Sick of Popery, that nothing but a Dutch Doctor could Cure us. One would have thought the Application of a Parliament at home, might have nipped this in the Bud, and prevented the growth of this Distemper. And yet methinks my Soul tells me, that notwithstanding all this Stir, and Preparation, the Effusion of Christian Blood will be avoided by a well-grounded Accommodation: To the Glory and Honor of GOD and the KING; and the Safety, Peace, and Welfare of this poor Distracted Kingdom.  Tom. 
GOD grant it may so happen. I hear it was the Humble Request of the Loyal Clergy and Nobility to the KING. And that GOD has enlarged His Majesty's Heart timely to consider it.  Frank. 
God be thanked. Adieu, Honest Friend, till our next Meeting.   

With Allowance.   

LONDON, Printed for P. T. 1688.