A true COPY OF A LETTER Sent from a Gentleman of worth in Ireland, to a special Friend of his, a Servant of great trust to the King's Majesty. Importing joyful news of a great overthrow given to the Rebels.  
16. January, 1641.  
TRedagh was relieved on Tuesday night last by the two Pinnaces sent from hence, and in happy time, for they were almost at their last morsel: The Pinnaces enjoyed so fair a wind and so full a springtide, that the Rebels could not possibly prevent their coming in. That night, in conjecture that the Defendants within the Town, would be overjoyed with their new relief, Captain Fox undermined a part of the wall which was most weak, which Sir Henry Tichbourn beheld all the time of their work, until the breach was made and two hundred entered; and when as Sir Henry perceived as many as he could master, he fell upon them and cut off all but eight men, who hardly escaped; their Captain was killed, many were slain the day after.  
Philip O-Reyley, an arch-rebel, and a man very mighty amongst them, is taken and hanged.  
The Lord of Dungarvon, hath brought in arms for five hundred foot, and one hundred and twenty horse out of England into Youghall, and twenty barrels of powder, part whereof is sent to Duncanvon, to the aid of the Lord of Esmond, who is besieged, and suspected for a rebel: That Fort is well stored with brass Ordnance, and like to become the greater loss.  
The Lord Dungarvon, the Lord Braughill, and Sir William Courtney, with a convenient Force, adjoined to the Lord President of monster, who hath fifteen hundred foot, and four hundred horse at command, so as if the Lord the Lord Roch stand firm, that yet stir not, there will be no fear of the Rebels in that Province.  
Sir Philip O'neal, on Tuesday night came to Tredagh with one thousand foot, and two hundred horse.  
Our numbers yet are so few, till further aid out of England, that it will be hazardous to adventure any part thereof, unless upon certain ground and good advantages; for if we should receive a blow, the whole kingdom might be endangered.  
The towns near the mountains, where Luke O'toole and others kept their rendezvous, are all sacked and burnt: they fly at the voice of an Army in divers places. God granting peace in England, there is no fear of war in Ireland.