The Last True News FROM IRELAND, Being the Copy of a Letter sent from Dublin, to a Gentleman of good Rank, and now Resident in this City.  
Wherein is declared many great overthrows and Defeats given to the Rebels.  
Likewise the manner how a great Castle called Carrack maine (within 6. miles of Dublin) was taken by the English, and the Rebels put to death, Man, Woman, and Child.  
Also a true intelligence that the Rebels are beaten by Sir Henry Titchbu●ne out of Dundalke.  
London, Printed for T.F. 1642.   

To my Worthy Friend, W. J. Esquire in LONDON.  
SIR,  
THe last Letter I received from you was of the 8. of March, and if you have written any since they are unreceived, Sir John Hoy his eldest Son William Hoy that was at the Lord Viscount Netterfield his house, was brought to my Lord Parsons, the 27. of March, Mr. Cadwell of Morton, the Elder Brother to my late Landlord the Barber, coming out of the Country, and well mounted, with his Sword by his side, to his house here in Dublin, was observed by some of our Soldiers, who presently followed him, and after some questions, drew out his Sword, which was all bloody, whereupon they carried him before a Magistrate, whence he was sent to the Coal and is like to be hanged, for it was conceived, that he had been at the murdering of some of the English, I wrote to you in my last Letter that Colonel Read and Mr. Mahone were Racked, he confessed that he would have murdered both the justices, with man, woman and child, of the English, Reade, that he should have been Lieutenant General of all Meath. and had 600. l. per annum Pension, and 600. l. more for 2. Officers next under him, Also that the Lord Dunsaney, Sir John Netterfield, Dondall the Register, who was Clerk of the Council to the Rebels, Mr. Barnewell of Kilbrue, with others came into the justices, but Barnewell was Racked some 4. days since, and confessed that the Lord Dunsaney was one of the chiefest Actors in all the Pale, with much more I cannot yet learn, nor as some say to be made common as yet; Sir, I must use an old Proverb, The Pitcher goeth so long to the Water, that at length it comes broken home, so it is with us now, for the 26. of March. Captain Scouts Troop went out with some others (not to pray but to pillage you may say) who met with a great party of the Rebels, and followed them so close, that they were enforced to take Mr. Welch his Castle of Carricke-maine, 6. Miles from Dublin, as we go to Poorescourt and beset it round, then sent to the Lord justices to acquaint them by a Post, whereupon Sir Simon Harcourt (a brave Gentleman) and one of the best Soldiers we had, and one Captain Berry another brave Gentleman and wise, who undertook with 1500. men to take the Castle, and went hence the 27. of March on the King's day, after whom was sent 2. Demy Culverings, but before they could be brought to the Castle, the Rebels dared our men, and one a brave daring Fellow upon a White horse, came out of the Castle, and road quite through our men, and then discharged his Pistol in despite of all our men. The Rebels were were (as it seemed very good marksmen, for they seldom or never made shot in vain, but either killed or hurt, Captain Berry was shot through the shoulder, his Lieutenant shot dead, with divers others, at length our Ordnance arrived, and was placed in an Irish house, where no Commander could order the placing of them but Sir Simon Harcourt, and he after some few shot made went behind the house to seek his best advantage, and stooping down near the ground was shot in the left shoulder with a slug of Lead (for it seems the Rebels hath not store of moulds to cast Bulle●s in, and after the discharging of 22. Shot, a hole was made 15 foot above ground, but not to be entered, in which time one Lieutenant Huse making choice of some few others with Hatchets and Timber, broke open the Bawne gate, where they found 60 horses bridled and saddled, than Lieutenant Marret broke the Castle door and entered, where they killed man, woman, and child, but one Welsh woman, whose Brother was one of those that entered the Castle, she being a servant in Master Welch his house, yet could he not save her from some wounds, the number of them that were slain in the Bawne or Castle were 260 or more.  
The 28 of March Sir Simon Harcourt having made his Will (the day before) died at Myrian the Lord Fitz-Williams his house about 3. miles from Dublin in the afternoon; And I must now tell you, that in this Castle was a Priest, who fore seeing their loss, desired to be put in an empty Pipe Cask, and the head to be put on again, where he lay, but the slaughter ended, the Soldiers conceiving the Pipe had been full of good Bear, broached it, when finding it empty, they cut off the Hoops, and finding the Priest, cut him as small as Flesh to the Pot: So much for the Castle.  
In my former Letter I also writ to you how Sir. Henry Ti●chburne had at Ardell slain 300. men, with which he was not content, but marched presently with 1000 men thence to Dundalke, where was at least 5000. Rebels, and coming to the gate broke it open and entered, in which town he took one Culverin, and another piece of Ordnance charged with Musker Bullets a foot & half deep from which the Gunner, for fear fled away to save his Life, and Sir Henry took them for his Service, and slew 1800. men therein and our Horse chased them over the Water, to the Meyrie Castle three Miles beyond Dundalke, (the Farl of Devonshire, Mountjoy built it) the rest of the Rogues fled, but many were slain in the pursuit, we lost but a 11. men in that Service, and the chiefest man of note was Sir Faithful Fortescue, his second Son, this was done the 29. of March, and Sir Henry Titchburne, remaineth still at Dundalk, where he took much good pillage and Money, and a small Bark laden with Victuals, God send Sir Henry. well bacl to Tredaugh, who sent Sr. Sammuell Harcot, his Son with this News to the Lord justices to Dublin, I pray he go not farther without 500 men at least, the Newery being you know but 8. Miles beyond Dundalke, which is 16. Miles from Tredaugh Sir Simon Harcuts' body was brought to my Neighbour Cap-Scon●es house, there to be inb●lmed to be sent to his house in Staffordshire, but things fit for the service not being to be had here in Dublin, he was buried in St. Patrick's Church, I must likewise tell you your old Landlord Mr. Henry Ashbourne is dead, he died six weeks since. so I rest,  
Your Servant W. P.  
FINIS.