Ireland's TRAGICAL tyranny: SENT OVER IN TWO LETTERS, BY A SPEEHlesse damsel, which landed at Miniard upon the 18. day Jan. 1642. wherein is plainly and truly shown, what Cruelty hath possessed the Irish Rebels hearts, and how barbarously they have dealt with her: first how they deflowered her body, and after tore the hair from her head, And lastly, how they cut out her tongue; and one of her hands for resisting them.  
ALSO, HOW THE WOLVES DESTROYED Mr. THOMAS adam's, his Wife and Children, to the number of fourteen persons in one night, being constrained to forsake their habitation. With a true Relation of other remarkable Passages, performed by the bloodthirsty Rebels.  
These Letters were sent from the damsels Father out of Ireland, to her uncle Robinson, who liveth near unto Miniard in Summersetshire.  
LONDON, Printed for TL, 1642.   

A COPY OF THE First Letter which was sent by the speechless damsel to her Uncle, from her Father.  
Dear and loving Brother with weeping eyes, and bleeding heart, I am enforced to write unto you the Cause of my unparalleled heaviness: I have before this time sent you three several Letters; to the which you sent me back answer that you could not believe that which was written to be true. But alas brother, the world is now grown to such a pass, that men will not believe any thing to be true, unless it be done upon their own persons, or in their own houses. Therefore for your further satisfaction, I have sent you my only daughter, with two letters, that you may with a lamenting heart behold her sorrow: there may you see the body of her, whom the villains abused: there may you see in what manner her hair was torn from her head, because she would not yield to their lust: there may you discern how her hair was cut off, because she sought to resist their tyrannical cruelty: there may you also perceive, how her tongue was cut out of her mouth, because she would not blaspheme against her Maker. This woeful spectacle have I sent unto you, that when you have seen her perplexity that she is in, you may bewail her calamities: and these Letters have I sent by her, because her tongue is cut out, that she cannot express her mind. So hoping that you will with patience peruse 〈◊〉 lines, and the other Letter. I remain your faithful brother, till death gives end to my life,  
John Robinson▪ From London Derry▪ Jan. 18. 1642▪   

THE copy of the second Letter which was sent to the speechless damsel.  
Upon the eighth day of this present month of Jan. a great part of the Irish Rebels, being seven score in number, came to the House of Mr. Thomas Adam's an English man who had long time lived in fear of their coming, and having in readiness provided a way out of his backdoor: whereby that himself and the rest of his household might escape the enemy's fury.  
On the backside of the house there was a running River, over which they had placed a drawbridge, that they might at any time weigh up and down, according as their need required.  
On the forepart of the house they had framed a goodly prospect, that they might the better discern the enemy's approach; in the house was Ammunition, powder and shot, muskets, and other weapons sufficient to furnish 30. men.  
About the house were four goodly Ricks of wheat, with two great barns full of other grain, besides in the stables there were 12. stout horses some that belonged to the Plow, and some for other uses, and four yoke of Oxen at the staul with abundance of victual, and all manner of good household stuff, all which was consumed in a moment of time by the Rebellious Irish, as you shall hear in the following discourse.  
Now for the better safeguard of the house, and family, Mr. Adam's, always kept one on purpose to watch through the Prospect, but the Rebels being grounded in villainy, had by some means learned where the house stood, and how it was furnished, and therefore went about the number of twenty first, and came within sight of the house, which when the watchman had taken view of, he m●de his Master acquainted with the same, who presently gave Command that every man in the house should prepare for battle; for why, said he, i see there are but twenty in sight of the Rebels, and we are thirty in number: let it never be said, that we will flee from them, and forsake all that ever we have for fear of them that cannot hurt us.  
You know that one stroke from the hand of a true man, gains more victory than the force of thieves.  
Therefore let us approve ourselves to be bold hearted Englishmen, a●d fight for our country's honour against these papistical enemies of truth. At which manly resolution, every one of his man-servants betook himself to his musket, and liking so well of their masterr forwardness, eve●y man seemed so courageous, as if they had no fear of death at all: by tha● time the treacherous Rebels were come within gun shot of the house, they marched 4 abreast, and five in rank, and made an assault upon the house.  
Whereupon the Master of the house and his men, having their muskets charged in readiness, gave fire upon them out at the windows, and slew six of the twenty at the first valley of shot; the other sixscore of the Rebels which lay in ambush, hearing the Guns make such a rattling noise, knew that their fellows were in hot service, made all speed that might be towards the house, who were presently descried by the watchman, which cried out with a loud voice, O Master now seek to save yourself, or else we are all dead men. When the Master and his men perceived themselves in such a grievous straight, they kept fast the fore doors, and fled out at the back door, and some over the draw-bridge, together with the Mistress and her Children, and the maidservants all in general, hoping thereby to save their lives. But see how they ran out of one danger into another, the men because they were constrained to help the women kind, cast away all their arms, that the enemy might not overtake them in running, and so for succour they ran into a wood to hide themselves from their following foes, and having gathered together a deal of Ferne, they made them lodging under the trees: in which miserable night the Mistress was delivered of a manchild in that desert place. But here comes the grief of all, it chanced so that in the dead time of the night, a wolf that had been chased the day before, coming near unto the place where these distressed people lay, and having scented them came to them, and seized upon one of the maids, and bit her by the arm, and by the left breast, before she could make any means to shift for herself.  
At last, crying out for help, one of the men which had a sword, drew it to save the maid's life, The subtle wolf, finding himself like to be over-matcht, ran straightways to asleep hill, and sat thereon, and therewithal made such a howling noise, that he called such a number of wolves together, that all the power they had was not able to resist them, some that had swo●ds fought for themselves, and some that could climb got upon trees, the rest were torn in pieces by the ravening wolus, to the number of 14. amongst the rest, the tender mother and her newborn infant served to suffice the hungry maws of the devouring monstrous wolves. The next day went forth of the town of London-Derry 500 ●rmed men, thinking to have met with the Rebels, but they were too swift of foot for them: but as they passed through the wood, they beheld what was done by the wolves. There might they see the blood of Christians which was spilled by means of wolves and Canybals. Their hearts, livers, and entrails torn in pieces with other woeful objects.  
Thus gentle brother have I sent you the cause of my delay in my mournful Letters, hoping that the next time that I write to you, to send you better news, otherwise would I might never live to write more.  
Your distressed Brother John Robinson.  
FINIS.