THE Roman Catholic Soldiers LETTER TO Dr. Tho. Tenison.  
Reverend Doctor,  
YOU and your A. B. has published a Reply to my Defence of the Speculum, before I either Printed or Published any such thing. This is not to stay till all the Musterroll be called over before you answer to your Name, as you say Mr. P. would have had you to have done; but 'tis every whit as absurd, for 'tis to cry I am here, I am here, before ever you be called. This is a strange and unheard of way of proceeding.  
You writ an Epistle to your A. B. in which you tell him and the World, that I was a Cambridge Scholar, and has changed my Black Coat for a Red one; I am sorry you have gotten no better Information from your Inquiries after me at my Lodging, there having been no less than Two Men at one time, and Four at another (whether sent by you or no, I will not say) making Inquiries of me at my Quarters, what I was? whether I had been an Oxford Scholar or no? was I no more than a Soldier? what I did? what I writ? with such like Queries, to which the good people of the House could give them little or no Answer, (as they told me) other than this, that they told some of them I was writing something concerning your Reverence, but they knew not what. Indeed Dr. your Oracles has deceived you, and you have abused me by writing such palpable and false untruths of me. For so far off was my thoughts from ever being either a Cambridge Scholar, or wearing a Clergyman's Black Coat, that on the contrary, I was a Catholic before I was 19 years of Age, and (God Almighty be praised) have remained a Catholic ever since, which is now other 19 years; which if I had but time to write into Yorkshire, I could prove by hundreds of Witnesses; nor had my Father (being a Calvinst or Presbyterian) ever the least thought of sending me to Cambridge, or any other Protestant University, but rather of putting me to an Attorney, or some such like Employ, till I lost his kindness by Embracing the Holy Catholic Faith.  
So that you have missed the mark exceedingly, by saying I was, or ever was intended for a Cambridge Scholar, or had a Clergyman's Black Coat to change for a Military Red one. This story's just like your Jesuits with yellow Peruick and little Bands, and the shoals of Men that thronged in with Mr. P. in the Conference, when he has proved by 22 or 23 Witnesses, that he brought but one Man with him, and he was neither a Priest, nor came to Dispute, but only to be a Witness of what passed. If you go on at this rate, 'twil be time for Dr. Oats to look about him, you'll darken his lustre quite. What can we expect from the rest of your Pamphlet, (called your Considerations on the Speculum Ecclesiasticum) when you entertain us with such a Whiskerat the first; may we not guests what you have in your shop by what you hang out of the window? If you would have had us given credit to your following Consideration, (as you term it) you should not have begun with so gross an untruth. Therefore what ever we find in your Treatise delivered from your own word, without sufficient proof, you must excuse us if we do not, nor cannot believe it.  
I had not time to take much notice of your Pamphlet, only this I observed that you have found out a ready way to Confute the Fathers: That is, either by calling their Works Spurius and suppossititious, making a great show with the Names of your Authors, but taking care not to Cite the places where any of their words may be found: Or else reckoning the Father's words no other than Historical Apostrophes. p. 69. Compliments to the Pope, mere Compliments. p. 52. mere Rhetorical Flights, Rhetorical Apostrophes, p. 62. presuming to tell us, that Orators (meaning the Holy Fathers, for of them you are speaking) seldom contains themselves within the severe bounds of Truths. p. 63. [well said Doctor!] nor have you taken the least notice of the Testimonies of Holy Scripture, why did you not Confute them also?  
What I have to say more Dr. is to advise you to wrap up your next of this nature a little closer than you have done this, or those against Mr. P.  
From him who is always ready to serve you, T. Ward.