A seasonable Letter of Advice delivered to the Major of London; as He was sitting at Common council at Guild-Hall, on Tuesday the 27. of December, and by Him read on the Bench.  
Right Honourable,  
YOur very good friends here present understand by some Members of your council, that you have many difficulties to wrestle with, which are cast in amongst you by ill-affected Members to the peace of this Nation. Your Adversaries will grow upon you by your delays. The eyes of the Nation are upon you. Glory or shame will be your potion. Your Authority hath the only lawful stamp; all others are but pretenders: Resolution and Expedition are the Mothers of glorious actions. Sir, you are more nearly concerned in this glorious work then any other person. If by delays the work succeedeth not, I dare assure you the fury of the People will unavoidable fall upon you: but I hope your good Example will prevent the ill consequence of it. The pretended Authority fear your council; but their only hope is, you may as easily be misled by them, as you were caught by that silly Gull Fleetwood, by the pretence of a free Parliament. Verbum sapienti.  
Your humble Servant and Wellwisher C. D.