Exceeding good News From the NEWERIES in IRELAND. BEING, The true Copy of a Letter sent from Dublin the 20. of April, 1642. To Sir William Adderton, now resident in London, from Mr. Stephen Ioh●son Merchant. Wherein is declared the Victorious Proceed of the Protestant Army in the Neweries. Likewise the true Description of a famous Victory obtained against 5000 of the Rebels, by Sir Christopher Loftus on the 16. day of April, where he slew almost 4000 of them, putting the rest to flight. Also a true Relation, how and by what means Sir Charles Coote, Captain Daniel Bartlet, and Sir Christopher Loftus. on the 18. day of April, took a great Castle where Philomy Oneale was quartered, and where great store of Victual and Ammunition was found, to the great relief of our English Army, With a true intelligence that there was that day 3000 more of the Rebels slain. Sent over by the last Post, And now by entreaty printed for the comfort and consolation of all true hearted Protestants, that are Well-willers to their Brethren in JRELAND. London, Printed by T. F. for I. H. 1642. THE True Copy of a Letter sent from DUBLIN. the 20. of April, 1642. directed to Sir William Adderton resident in London, from a Merchant in Dublin. SIR, AFter my service remembered unto you, These are to give you a true and Real Relation of all the Victorious proceed of the Protestant party, who are now in the Neweries, under the Command of Sir Christopher Loftus and Sir Charles Coote, likewise 1. Regiment of Scotch, under the Command of Captain Daniel Bartlet, a Noble and forward Gentleman, all which forces by the Assistance of God, have obtained divers glorious Victories against the Rebels, the first of which was obtained in the Neweries on the 16. day of this present month, where Sir Christopher Loftus gave battle to 5000 Rebels, he having in his whole command, but 1500 men, the rest of his forces being left at Waterfoord in Garrison, which 1500. he divided into four divisions, charging the Rebels on all sides at once, which unexpected assault did so confuse their Order, that they knew not how to make resistance, but took them to their Heels, but our Bullets was nimbler than they, and soon ended their Journeys, for of 5000. Rebels there escaped not above one thousand, as we might guess by the dead Bodies which they left behind to entomb the ground, which should have been their graves, which being done Sr. Christopher retreated to his Quarters. On the 18. day, He joined with Sr. Charles Coote, and Captain Daniel Bartlet, who marched abroad with intent to take a Castle, which was the Quarters of Philomy Oneale, General of the Rebels, most of their Victual and ammunition was stored there, wherefore they joined all their forces, it being a design of great difficulty, most of the Rebels Forces being intrenctht about the Castle to secure it, that being their greatest & chiefest Magazine, which intent was put in execution, for with a general consent they drew their Forces to a head, and marched unto the Castle, carrying with them eight great field Pieces, which was planted upon a Hill on the North side of the Castle, both to command the Trenches and the Castle. Likewise they divided their Forces into two parts, out of which they chose, three hundred able men for pioneers, to undermine the ground toward the Castle, which was done with as much secrecy as expedition. Likewise Captain Daniel Bartlet drew out two hundred, and gave a false alarm, which the Rebels seeing, bent all their force to make resistance, in the mean time Sir Charles Coote entered the Trenches on the other side, and got unto a Canon that was mounted upon a running Carriage, and turned it full upon them, being charged with slugs of Lead, which made them fall like so many rotten Sheep. Likewise the Castle let fly their Ordnance upon us, but as it happened they killed more of their own men, than Ours, in this time Our pioneers had undermined the ground quite through the Castle walls, so that four men might march on a breast, which being done without the least suspect, our men seemed to retreat, as fearing of their Ordnance which caused the Rebels to draw to a new head, some 500 Rebels marching out of the Castle, to strengthen those that had before been worsted, likewise Philomy Oneale with 200. Horse marched out upon us, leaving not above a hundred men to guard the Castle, which being done, Sir Charles Coote with a soft Countermarch, charged and retreated, by that means endeavouring to draw the Rebels further from the Castle, which quickly took effect, for the Rebels seeing him charge so faintly, and retreat, fell on most fiercely, leaving of the Trenches and followed on pursuit of a supposed victory, for so it was to them, for all their hopes were frustrate and their Victory was turned to an overthrow. In the mean time, Captain Bartlet with his two hundred men entered the Castle and ceased upon the Ordnance, putting both man woman, and child to death, which being done, Captain Bartlet went up to the highest Turret and hung up an English Ensign, withal discharging all the Ordnance at once upon the Rebels, making such a slaughter as hath not been since the Rebellion, Sir Charles Coote and Sir Christopher Loftus seeing the Ensign knew what good success their plot had taken, than they charged them fiercely, so that had not Philimy Oneales' horse been nimbler than his hands he had been higher by the head than he is, part of their horse escaped, and some small number of foot, only there was slain about 3000 Rebels, and of the English some 800 and 100 maimed, thus was this Castle surprised by the valour and Policy of these Valiant and Judicious Commanders, being stored with all sorts of Victual and Ammunition to the great encouragement of our men. God be thanked we are gotten almost forty Irish miles into the Neweries, God send us some more aid, and then we make no question but that we shall soon tame these Rebels, and bring them to obedience unto our Royal Sovereign, many other skirmishes we have ●ad, which time will not permit me to write, but the next opportunity that I have, I will give you further intelligence, till which time I rest, Your friend to be commanded, Stephen Johnson. From Dublin the 20. of April, 1642. FINIS.