An exact Relation of The defeat given to a party of the enemy's horse near CAMBDEN. Wherein were taken of the enemies 1 Colonel, 1 Lieutenant Colonel. 2 Captains, 3 Lieutenants, 2 Cornets, and colours, 2 Colours more, whole bearers fled, 80 Horse, 100 Prisoners, Divers slain, By Sergeant Major BEER. Also a true Relation of some loss at the shege at Newarke. And a Sermon preached to certain drunken Cavaliers at Priscall, the Text being MALT. Whereunto is added a Declaration of a Cashiered Soldier. Printed for Andrew Coe, according to Order, 1644. NEWARKE, March, 18. 1643. WE hear of a strange accident which chanced at Nuwark, Which however it hath befallen us, I thought good to acquaint you with, lest the same passing through malignant hands, should increase above what it is, a thing to too common with that party. Three Companies of our men lying under the walls of Nuwarke, whether the Enemy had any notice, or only surmised what after proved true; or whether it fell out by accident, I cannot tell; but it seems the enemy issued out of the Town, and our men which were placed on that side of the Town where the Enemy brak forth, had put out their matches; so that whereas they had good Arms, Musket, Sword, and every thing complete: neither was their any want of powder, yet the enemy came upon them just at a pinch, when their matches were all out, so that they could not do any execution, so that the enemy suppressed three Colours, and two hundred men, some of them they put to the sword, others they use very cruelly; but the est will be the more careful. And how ever the Lord is pleased to let us lose some times; (for no soldier can ex●ect a continual conquering in Military actions) yet the Lord appears in abundance of good to us: We hav● of late had many victories, and however the Enemy may rejoice and take courage at this, and make a great matter of it, and perhaps advance it to a great height, yet let them know that th● time will come wherein those misled souls they hav● traduced will curse those Papists, Prelates, Priests, Friars and the rest that have misled them, and therefore we must wait God's time, whose deliverance is most glorious in his own time. Neither hath the Enemy much cause to brag, for the siege continues still, and they are as much straightened as they were before, and as far from hopes of relief. Besides we have this day news of as considerable a victory obtained by Serjeant Major Beer, near Cambden in Glocestershire, in the edge of Warwickshire. Sergeant Major Beer, seeing what danger he must oppose, the Ammunition designed for Gloucester by reason of so strong a party of the Enemies in the way, did carefully retreat with it to Warwick back again, but not to lie still when he had done. The valiant Major would first venture himself for the public: before he ventured the public Ammunition, he drew out a party of the forces designed for the Convoy, and fell upon the enemy's Quatters near Cambden, the enemy in short time gave ground, our forces pursued, till at last the Enemy fled: divers of them throwing away their Arms for haste. Sergeant Major Beer took from the enemy 1 Colonel, 1 Lieutenant Colonel. Captains, 3 Lieutevants, 2 Cornets with their Colours, 2 Colours besides, the bearers being fled, 80 Horse, 100 Prisoners, Besides divers that were slain, Concerning the sending of the Ammunition again towards Gloster I can say nothing, but no doubt God will direct them to it, when it will be best for us, to his glory and our good. In the mean time it is better to lie safe at Warwick, than to expose it to a hazard, I thought good to acquaint you with these short passages of news, coming so conveniently to my hand. CErtain Townsmen of Priscall, hearing of a merry meeting at a certain Alehouse, met in the fields a certain Preacher, who had lately made a hitter Sermon against Drunkards, and amongst other opprobrious words, he called them Malt-worms, wherefore they agreed to take him, and by violence compelled him to preach a Sermon, and his Text should be MALT, the Preacher thinking better to yield than to contend with them in their cause, began his Sermon as followeth. The Text MALT. THere is no preaching without division, and this text cannot well be divided into words, because it is but one word, nor into many syllables, because it is but one syllable: It must therefore be divided into Letters, and those are found to be four, that is to say MALT: which letters represent four interpretations, which Schoolmen do use this M Moral, A Allegorical, L Literal, T typographical. 1 Part. M The Moral interpretation is M much, A Aledrinking, L Loseth, T Time. But first to teach you boisterous men some good Manners, at least in procuring your attention to this Sermon: M Masters A All, L Listen, T to the Text. 2 Part. A An Allegory is when one thing is spoken and an other thing meant; the thing spoken is Malt, the thing meant, is Oil of the Malt, commonly called Ale, which to you Drunkards is so precious, that you account it M Mear, A All, L Liberty, T Treasure. 3 Part. L The literal sense is as it hath been often heretofore said, and it is true according to the Letter, that M much, A Ale, L Little, T Thrift. Last Part. T The typographical sense employeth some what that now is, or that followeth after, either in this world or in the world to come, the thing that now is, is the effect that the Oil of Malt produceth and worketh in some of you: M Murder, A Adultery, in all: L lose living: And in many T Treason. And that which hereafter followeth both in this world and in the world to come: is M Misery: A Anguish: L Lamentation: T Trouble. Conclusion. I should come to a conclusion, and to persuade you boisterous men to amend, so that you escape the danger whereinto many of you are like to fall: but I have no hope to prevail, because I plainly see, and my Text as plainly tells me, that it is M to A, that is a thousand pounds to a pot of Ale you will never mend, because all Drunkards are L Lewd, T Thiefs. But for the discharge of my duty, first towards God, and secondly, towards you my neighbours, I say once again, concluding with my Text, M. mend, A. all, L. leave, T. tippling. Otherwise, M. masters, A. all, L. look for, T. terror and torment. A cashiered Soldier. HAve I spent all my days in bloody wars, Been carbonadeed out, been scorched with scars, Been scorched with fire, been blown up like a fly, Like sulphire mines, into the lofty sky. Have I out braved the Cannons boarded death, Been bullet branded, grasp and gasp for breath. Have I marched over hills? danced through the dirt Without either hose or shoes, or band or shirt. When others slept, have I watched night by night? Discharged from sleep, each minute expecting fight. Have I done this, past thousand dangers moe, Made conquest o'er a world, a world of woe, And shall I now turn begar, run and troth, And creep and crave to every peasant sot, No, by this hand and sword, I scorn it I, He is unfit to live that fears to die: To beg is base, as base as pick a purse, To cheat more base of all, theft that is worse, Nor beg, nor cheat will I, I scorn the same, But while I live maintain a soldier's name. I'll purse it I, the highway is my hope, His hearts not great that fears a little rope. Published according to Order.