News from So— Ho,— CONCERNING THE D. of Monmouth, L. Grey, and the E. of SHAFTSBURY: And of the strange manner of finding a Dead Corps of a Man-kind in a Cellar, in the Parish of St. Martins in the Fields.  
ON Tuesday the 18th. of September, a Gentlewoman of So— ho,— who had some days ago let a Cellar to a Neighbour, on pretence of being a Merchant, to put his merchandise in; whether out of a Design to get money by peeping( as she might imagine) into a parcel of Prohibited wears, and set up for a Privateer Seizer; or whether the Ghost of the Deceased had appeared to her, as the Lord Russel's did to the Constable in the next Parish or the coldness of the Season; or what other cause she had for her mistrust, is uncertain. And it is as certain the good Woman alleges she could not sleep in her bed, and an unusual Fancy possesses her, that she must and would see what was in a certain Chest our Merchant had newly stoed in his Cellar, for which purpose, a Constable is immediately sent for to break open the said Chest. Which being no sooner done, instead of Point de Venice, Lorain, or French Toys, our Searchers find a Dead Corps in a tin Coffin, Glazed at each end, so as the Body was plainly discerned: and the Coffin, besides the Body, was filled with some Liquid Matter as clear as crystal. This unexpected Appearance struck such an amazing Consternation on the curious Inquisitors, that they were struck as Dumb, as the Brass Silver-Smith was at the sight of Sir Edmond-Bury-Godfrey's Ghost, in Somerset House chapel, on the Dark Sunday, and were constrained to think of some New Counc●ls; I or Sel-preservation was now on the Stage of the Project; and our Nick-Nacks as clearly vanished. Mrs. Buisey, and Mr. Constable, having deliberated the whole Matter, it was resolved a Coroner should be sent for, and according to the Duty of his Office, he came and viewed the Corps, and empaneled a Jury to inquire, &c. and one or two, that were some way or other concerned in taking the Cellar, or laying the Chest there, were secured, and abundance of people came crowding as Spectators, to view the Corps. Mr. Coroner and the Jury being retired to a convenient House to take the Inquisition, mean while the Throng grew great in a little space of time and the Opinions were almost as numerous as the Spectators. Amongst which, a seeming very Grave Person by his clothes, being of a Blackish Colour, and the Facings of his Sleeves and scape, of Black Plush, very deliberate in his way of speaking, Addresses himself to the Multitude, in these very words. Gentlemen, There are many Plots abroad, I say, Popish Plots, which you are all very sensible of, and th●s to me, is a Popish Plot; which has cost them no small pains nor charges to bring to pass; as you may see Gantlemen, the Dead Body, the tin Coffin, made ●fte● some Popish Model, superstitiously Glazed at each, end, which has cost money Gen●l●men; and a Cellar taken to put it into; will cost money Gentlemen; and by the scent of the Liquid that is put up with the Corps, it should be Popish Spirit of Wine, Gentlemen, to preserve that poor carcase as an everlasting Monument, to satiate the wicked and over curious optics of their Babylonish Cruelt●ship, ( it being the quality of Spirit of Wine, to preserve any Dead Corps always in the same manner it was, when first put into it.)  
Another such a sort of an Animal says, Truly, he was of the discreet, sober, and grave Gentleman's Opinion; That it was the bottom of a Horrid, and most Damnable, devilish, Accursed, Confounded Popish Plot, upon the True Protestants: And in my judgement, says he, It can be no Body, ●ut the Corps of the D. of M— The Papists have seeked all manner of ways, to destroy the True Protestant Duke. I have been  told within this fortnight, That Mrs. Colleir, the Popish Mid-wife, had stilled His Grace in her Meal-Tub, if one Dangerfield, a True Protestant Captain, had not come in by chance, hearing a Cry of murder: and now I see what it's come to, they would never leave him. By your leave, Sir, says a Third, I have lived near my Lord Grey many years; indeed, I cannot say he is a Duke, but he is as much a True Protestant, as any of them, in the Kings Dominions: and I may rather believe the Corps to be his Lordships; for I have been  told within this nine days, his Lordship is missing, and that diligent search has been made in many places, for him, and that he could not be heard of in City, Town, or Country: and that the Popish curs had either murdered him, or worse: and that the bulk of the Corps did much resemble his Lordships Proportion. A Fourth puts in, and says, Gentlemen, I hope we are a●l for Liberty of Conscience, and that I may have freedom of Speech, and be allowed the favour of Speaking in my own way and method, and I will speak what I may think of this piece of Popery. Gentlemen, I have had the fortune to travail divers Popish Countreys, and have observed many of their devilish Devices; There are many ways of murdering of Protestants, the Papists do not murder Protestants all one way. Sometimes they may do it with Consecrated Guns, Daggers, Pistols, Blac● Bills, &c. Sometimes with Cravats, Musterd-Balls, Tormentills, or Blunderbusses. But with humble submission to your discreeter Judgments, I think it may be the Corps of the Noble Peer, my endeared Friend, whom I most humbly conceive, you all might have known, Gentlemen, the True Protestant Earl of Shaftsbury. I have had the Honour almost these five years past( till the time of his being forced out of his Native Country, by Papists) of a more than ordinary Converse with his Lordship, and his Lordship has not been niggardly, I'll assure you Gentlemen, in laying himself, nay, his Life, Estate, Honour, and all that could be dear to a Mortal, at the Feet of the True Protestant Cause; and how much he has been Clamored at by the Papists, and those that are Popishly affencted: There is no Man here, but has seen enough to make a true judgement of? Not but that there are many at this time of day, do believe he was a Right Noble Peer, as well as a Loyal Statesman. In Truth, Gentlemen, and that I would not say, were it not so, the Papists and their Adherents, have not let the Good Lord sleep a quarter of a day in his Grave, since he departed this frail Life. One Calls him politic Pu●g, another Will with a Whisp; some Old Rumper, others traitor, and wishes his Head on the Top of Westminster Hall; as if his Lordship was fit for no other, than the Company of Jack-Daws or Meg-Pies. Nay, some are so cruelly inclined towards the Memory of the True protestant Feer, that they would have a Quarter of him exposed in every City, and Market-Town, in England; And the Lord knows, he was but a very little Man, an Inch of his flesh would hardly supply the Project. Nay, I heard a wicked Tory say, not many days ago, That he would have him pyked into the Hole with Noll Bradshaw, and Ireton, at Tyburn. A●d truly, Gentlemen, the thoughts of these things that I have related, persuades me to believe this very Corps to be the Noble Lords, whom the Papists have stolen from his Tomb, and laid out all this cost for some such Popish Practices, as I have  told you. For they spare no costs, you know Gentlemen, to carry on Plots to murder True Protestants. Which being said, a Universal Groan was heard throughout the crowd, far exceeding that of the Groaning-Board. And the sound was no sooner was no heard, but one cried out, It is the Lord Shaf●sbury! another the Lord Shaftsbury! Ah, the Good Lord Shaftsbury! You may see what these Papists will do with us all, when we are Dead. Burying in Woollen, says another, is a Fly-blow to this: after all,  
Mr. Coroner having examined several Evidences of the Fact, to whom it seems at present to appear, That the Corps was a person deceased about 7. or 8 days ago; his Brother, with whom he dwelled, being a chirurgeon, had Enclosed it, in the manner as you have heard, to satisfy his own Curi●sity; and the Body is removed to a shed, in St. Martins New Church-Yard, where it lies at present, in Order to it's Interment.   

LONDON, Printed by E. Mallet, 1683.