THE ENGLISH POST From several parts of this Kingdom, Lately sent to LONDON: Viz: From Truro, july 26. Exeter, july 29. Newcastle, july 30. York, july 29. Lancaster, july 30. Dorchester, july 31. Banbury, july 28. Canterbury, August 2. Caermarden, july 27. Lincoln, july 29. Ely, August 1. Printed in the year, 1641. The English Post. From Truro july 26. THE Western Seacoasts in Cornwall are not yet secured of their fears or dangers, from their common enemies, the Turkish Pirates, they are in great hopes, that the large sums of monies, collected out of so infinite a scarcity as the poverty of this country hath long groaned under, shall speedily be employed in shipping for the safety of the Seas, against an invasion of the land. No suspicion of further peril remains, but that the prevention (long looked for) may come at last. However, the parley about it, and preparation for it, takes up so much time in the year, that their doubts are not few, the remedy may come too late for the disease. Speramus meliora. From Exeter july 29. The dismission by Parliament of the tyranny and irregularity of some Courts in York and Wales, give us some assurance, that the intolerable abuse and corruption shall be taken away, which reigns in the Stanneries in Devonshire and Cornwall. A greater mischief and oppression by subordinate Ministers, can never rage's in a more unsufferable violence. If the grand Council of this Kingdom now assembled, take not into consideration this desperate calamity, and remove it, the whole body of two Counties are upon an irrecoverable loss: for now we expect redress, or never. From Newcastle july 30. Here our weekly comforts in particular letters from London of the departure of the Scots, prove in effect but f●int cordials. What our losses have been by subjection to so many hourly thraldoms, the rest of the land may conceive, we only feel. Their monies being received, they will (no question) remove. Power and compulsion for the most part, effects more peace than either treaty or reward. Our Coals (which are our treasure and subsistence) are cheaper than the labour in working for them: Our returns for the commodity we cannot call our own, since we are daily accountable for all we can call ours. E●ther we unconfidently look for a quick deliverance, or must uncomfortably perish in our miseries. Our last refuge is our continual refuge, our prayers. No war is so terrible as that which devours and consumes under the visor of Amity and p●ace. From York july 29. It is hard to write in ●●w many straits this City and Country are encumbered. The disbanding of those Soldiers, who have too long p●stered our Co●●trey, proceeds not with so easy success as is desired. They move hence with such a slow pace, as if they retreated backward with their faces forward. No doubt needs a resolution for their passage to their own homes. It is most likely they will prove as troublesome in their ●●●urnes, as they have been in their stay and abode here. Let us once quit these disorders, and we resolve hereafter (if the wisdom of the supreme authority will give us le●ve) to be safest in the defence of our own strength, yet (however my Lord General very nobly endeavours) we know not what will follow till we be utterly cleared of this burden. From L●ncaster july 30. Discontented persons, and Popishly affected (of which conjuration our country yields not a few) upon hearing of the Priest's execution at Tyburn, july 26. l●st, begin to mutter, that now the Crown of Martyrdom is burnishing for their traitorous brood. That this Saint (so they miscall Walker the seducer) is only a Harbinger for the glorious (villains and) professors which must follow. They talk generally, how banishment or death is the mercy they must expect. Some emissaries have been intercepted between their confederates in Cheshire, in Wales, and the locusts in this County. They desist not from plotting, but we trust that he who fitteth in heaven dot● laugh them to scorn, and will in his own blessed time discover both them and it. From Dorchester in Dorset july 31. It is not an easy grief to hear how many pestilent Sects and Schismatics are couched in London, the name of Puritan lieth too long br●n●●d, the more refined Protestants of England. Infinites in number have coveted the addition of that reputation, whose liberty insensuality, perfidiousness, cozenage, ignorance, and all licentious reproach, rendered them not more odious than inexcusable: neither have some eminent Prelates of our Kingdom forborn advantage without distinction to contemn and pluck up those wholesome seeds in steed of the other tares. We in this town have tasted too deeply of that imputation, though our lives and actions have pleaded an integrity: for we never kicked against the holy office of a Bishop, but have hearty sorrowed for the avarice, ambition, etc. of such as usurp the Episcopal See; we wish, pray for, and expect a pious reformation, not confusion in the church, or absolute abolition. From Banbury july 28. Since the memorable execution of the Tinkers in this town, no severity of any itinerant judge hath been filled upon our records. Here is a strong rumour of the charges and delinquencies of the Moderators in law, who determined suits in the four Westminster's terms; but what satisfaction any of them hath made either by defence or sufferance, we are clearly ignorant of. The brethren amongst us (so termed & covetous to be termed so) are as ignorant as heretofore, but more malapert. They trust they shall be allowed (not a Church but) a formality of discipline independent on any superior, but whom they shall choose out of their pack. Insolent are their presumptions, and they have an intolerable measure of the Spirit amongst them; excuse them, 'tis the evil spirit, which we hope will ere long by the lawful exorcism of authority be conjured. From Canterbury, August 2. Having lost our country man (lately A L. keeper) we are as naked and unprovided of our Summer Hospitality in our Archbishop's Restraints. An old saying hath in times past galloped about our Island, that Kent and Christendom were two, let that be true or not, sure we are as the stream runs, London and Canterbury are not Christians alike: you at London enjoy too much plenty, though you keep your own close enough; and we at Canterbury complain, that we have little of our own to keep, and yet are as willing as you, to part with part of that little by the poll. It is better (says the proverb) to be fortunate then wise; we will add no more at this time, only it is better to say nothing and live without answer, then by over much talk to be found guilty of want of silence. From Caerwarden, july 27. Great is the joy throughout Wales, since the Act and the Rate for collection of moneys is come to their view. They (I mean the Welsh) content themselves with the single payment of six pence a man, though they be all and every one of them severally and jointly a Gentleman per se; yet they envy not the Esquires so reputed, their titles purchased with the large and unknown sum of ten pound. A Yeoman of Kent (say we in wales) may have a thousand per annum, and not compare with one of us for a long pedigree from the beginning of the world. Hear we live in peace, not troubled with fear of enemies, nor overpressed with our few friend's the Scots; the Irish, indeed, sometimes visit our coasts, but as newtralls for we neither much reward their begging, nor they thank or commend us for our Alms, and charity. From Lincoln july 29. How the changes of times work effects in other Shires, we l●st not after. The old saying was, the Devil looks over Lincoln, but we defy the motheaten proverb, and hope one way or other, that Lincoln shall over look the Devil. Mistake us not, for though we have a fat country, which is a shrewd temptation, yet we are not prouder than we were wont, for fear we may be fleeced as some of the northern parts have been. Being neither too near London, nor too fare off, we stand as free from the thunder of Excommunication as from the Bulls of the ●ope. The fall of Doctor's Commons (if it be true) hath much disheartened our officials, (with whom this county swarmed) and the ruin of the High Commission and Star-chamber Courts, puts us in comfort (a cold one) that more Mercy might be found in the King's Bench. We acquaint you with our state for the present, but have else little matter to write of, till in another letter, you may chance to here something of the drained land and Marshes. From Ely August 1. Cambridge is in no small doubt of some of his chief Divines; and we for neighborhoods s●ke, are with child to hear some good of our Bishop. 'tis wondrous strange that businesses of expectation are carried with so miraculous a justice and Secrecy. We dare not inquire into a wisdom, which we know we cannot attain unto, but will therefore humbly w●ite upon the issue, which in actions or any nature returns the Instrument, either reward of honour and profit, or punishment. FINIS.