Hugh Peters's PASSING-BELL Rung out in a LETTER To Him, from One that hath been an Accurate Observer of Hugh Peter and Oliver Cromwell's Bloody Actions.  Justice hath leaden feet, but Iron Hands. T. V 
LONDON, Printed in the First Year of his Majesty's Restauration and his Kingdom's Liberty from Tyranny and Oppression. 1660.   

A Letter to Mr. Hugh Peter now in the Tower.  
Mr. Peter,  
THE English proverb is now proved true, Frost and Fraud always come to foul ends: The Pot goes often to the water, but at last comes broken home. If God shall in this your day give you Grace to repent, 'tis his great mercy to your Soul that you have yet space to call on God for mercy, though your Body suffer by the hand of Justice. You are like to come to a better market, than you were like to do, except you leave drinking Sack and Tobacco, whereby you endeavour to smother, and drown your conscience: O consider seriously how fatal an instrument you have been to the late King, to the State and Ministry: you will find very few men, since the creation of the World, so deeply engaged in murder, blood, destruction of Church and State, Parliament, Priest and People, as you have been. You have made the Pulpit a Player's stage, a Drum of Treason and Rebellion: You have pawned your Soul to the Devil, and sold yourself, with Ahab, ro do wickedly: you have been a bloody Traitor, and a ravening Wolf. You have murdered your King in a vizard, you have broken all laws against God and Man: you have been a shifter, juggler, and a notorious dissembler▪ No Oath, Covenant, Law, Protestation could bind you: Your principles have varied more often than the Moon you have made a bankrupt of Conscience, and all Solemn Obligations to God and Man.  
Surely, you cannot now, in this condition you are in, the Tower, but appear to yourself, the most outlawed notorious, perfidious Traitor that ever was in this Kingdom, having wholly given up yourself to your lusts of all sorts, Atheism, Murder, Adultery, Simony, Sorcery, Gluttony, and, it is to be feared, the Sin against the holy Ghost: your sins being like Absalom's incestuous and noonday rapes: your vileness acted in the sight of the Sun, and before all the World, having surpassed the cunning and cruelty of the most Jesuited Heads, as much as you come short of them in learning.  
I leave it to all the World to judge, whether your Treasons have not far surpassed the Gunpowder Treason: they but plotted secretly; but your hellish Treason you have acted openly: you by your Sorcery and Witchcraft frighted the late glorious King from Hampton-Court to the Isle of Wight; Ushered and came before his Coach, when he was brought Prisoner to St. James' from Hurst. Castle, and slashing your whip, told some of your fellow-Traitors, that you had at length brought the King to be whipped: and not many days after his Head was whipped off by you, and such vizzarded Devils as you are: you have been the murderer of our Royal King, the destroyer of all true Religion: Guy Fauks was a very honest man compared to Hugh Peter's: Catiline never conceived what you have acted: you have besmeared Church, State, and Commonwealth, with the life-blood of our King, even the best of Kings, by your Murder, Treason, Perjury, and Regal Parricide.  
And now behold God's judgements have overtaken you, you are taken in the Net of your own inventions, being made a byword, scorn, and contempt of all people: You are become like Cain, afraid of all men: like Judas, cursed to posterity: excommunicated by all good Christians, as a murderer of your Father, a King-killer; you are now in your Conscience haunted with the Ghost and Blood of that glorious King you have traitorously butchered: and the exemplary vengeance of God is now fallen upon you: and all men see, and say, There is a just God in Heaven that rewardeth Traitors according to their demerits, leaving Hugh Peter to posterity for the bloodiest Traitor that ever History recorded.  
With what face of brass couldst thou deny thy name, when thou wast apprehended in Southwark, and when thou wast brought to the Lieutenant of the Tower: I am credibly informed, that thou saidst thy name was Thompson, and saidst, Thou wouldst not be such a Villain as Hugh Peter's for a thousand pound: Whereupon those that took thee, knowing how to answer so impudent a Traitor as thyself, replied, If thou wert not Hugh Peter, they would be hanged for Hugh Peter's; but, if thou wert Hugh Peter, thou shouldest be hanged for thyself.  
At Worcester fight, thou madest use of a Cart, instead of a Pulpit, to rail Treason against our Royal King, calling it a Sermon. Be admonished from me to study a Text for thy farewell— preachment at Tyburn: and let it be all of immethodical nonsense, and undigested rail, justification of thy , and vindicating of thy bawdy life and conversation, that all the Spectators may see thou art right Hugh Peter to the end, without grace, common sense and honesty; and such a dissembling Traitor, Atheist, and Villain, as no tongue or pen can utter, nor represent thy wicked baseness, knavery, impudence, and Atheism.  
You have, according to your own preachment, brought your Hogs to a fair market; every man expecting by the next wind to see you drawn on a Sledg to Tyburn, your Quarters set up for Crowe's-meat on the City Gates, and thy traitorous Head stand Sentinel on London-bridge, for the fouls of the Air to pick out thy accursed eyes for the murder and treason against our late Lord and Sovereign King, whose wisdom, piety, faith and patience, God hath crowned with a glorious Crown of immortality, whose memory will be ever honoured in all succeeding ages, as England's most Noble Patron, and the most patiented Martyr for her Laws and Liberties.  
Hugh Peter! Thou usest in thy Pulpit to break Jests on thy houre-glass: let me tell thee a serious one concerning the glass of thy life: Thy sands are almost run out: the thread of thy life in a few days will be cut off: how can such a Shimei, who hath so traitorously slain such a King, ever hope to have peace, either in this or another world, since divine vengeance suffered not any of the Murderers of Julius Caesar, who was but an Usurper, to die any other than a violent death: neither can any of thy fellow-murtherers die in peace, but shall fall from one wickedness to another, till eternal vengeance seize upon you all, for murdering the most royalest, and most illustrious Exemplar of Virtue and Piety, that ever sat on a Christian Throne: the most unspotted person, the justest and wisest Prince, the most charitable Christian that ever wore a Crown. This was CHARLES the First, the Wise, the Just. This, this was the man; this the Christian King, the Saint, the Martyr, whom thou judas (alias Hugh Peter) and thy fellow-Traitors destroyed, and like Cannibals devoured.  
Never hath any History of humane affairs recorded any such excels of riot, superfluity of wickedness, flowing from the hearts of any men parallel to your: never any combination of wickedmen was more filled with the quintessence of all wickedness, which exceeds the names of ●l vice and infamy; or ever more deserved to be made a public curse, and universal execration to all mankind; to have their persons cut off from the face of the earth, and buried with the burial of an Ass, to have their posterity as a pestilent progeny (as Raviliac in France) spewed out of the Land, their Houses plucked down and made a Jakes, their Memories blotted out from under heaven, or, if remembered, with perpetual scorn, cursing, and infamy, as being men, whose paths lead to the chambers of death, and their steps to the pit of hell. To conclude, I wish you, whatever becomes of your body, to repent, and earnestly to cry to God day and night, for mercy on your soul, that little time you are to stay here, and be no more.  
T. V.  
POSTSCRIPT.  
This is presented unto you by one that for nine hundred twenty eight days was kept close Prisoner in the Tower, for bringing up from Oxford to London 1643. his late Majesty's Letter for Peace, and was rob, sequestered and plundered for doing the same, of eleven thousand pounds, to his damage at this day, twenty thousand pounds.  
Sept. 23. 1600. T.U.  
FINIS.