A Letter to the HOUSE, From the Laird WARESTON, Late President of the Committee of Safety.  
MY Lords,  
AFter my hearty love remembered until your lordships, hoping that yea are very we'll as myself, Goad be praised, at the writing of these presents: These are to giff your lordships till understaund, that I'se ne crave your pardon at awe, for that I laboured for Advauncement in this woarld, accoarding to the practics of awe good men, but that I sought it in se bade a time, whareby I'se incurred the Odium of your good lordships, whose displeasure hath gared muckle sorrow until your pure sarvant, which gares me now to writ thilk lines until your lordships, that I'se may humble my sell, and greet before your lordships for the sin whilk ice ha' committed against awe the good People in England. I do mack confession unto your lordships, fra the vary bottom of my heart, that Ise ha' ne cared e'en pin foar the Kirk of England, ne foar the Kirk of Scotland nather, the Dec'l fa the lugs of awe those men that seduced me until sick an error and misdemeanour against your lordships; for in troth, my Loards, I thought there would ne'er ha' been any Kirk in England again: and ice began to hate the Kirk, foar because my good Loard and Master, my Loard Laembert hated the Kirk as we'll as myself, and for that Sir Harry Vane went about till destory awe the Kirks and Ministers in England; but shame fa me, Ise now see my fault, and giff your lordships gares me till sit in awe the stuys of Repentance in Scotland, Ise ne be soarry at awe. The devil bla Machiavels weam fou a sma steanes, for that he bade me be of that Religion my superiors were of. Yet what gar●s me to speak evil of that good man, foar that nouw by my troth, Ise ne think ice can gang any better uvea than to follow his good Coonsel, for that now by his e'en rule ice ought to be of your lordships Religion, foar that yea are nouw by the permission of God my superiors, as he was than; and in troth, my Loards, Ise e'en be se, if your lordships will give permission to your pure servant.  
My Loards, In good sooth Ise ha' thought my Loard Lambert had been a very good man, and that awe the Committee of Safety had been also vary good men: in troth, my Loards, giff they were not good men, they were awe vary good company, and ice had muckle reason to con them muckle thanks; for that though I were ne Prophet, yet I had mere credit and esteem amid them, than ere ice had in my e'en country. But, my Loards, sithence it plainly appeareth that yea are muckle wiser and better men than they, Ise tell yea e'en great Secret, That none of them awe ere cared e'en button for ye: my Loards, this is the vary troth.  
My Loards, when ye had broken the Crags of awe our Undertackings, Ise thought it was my best way to gang heme again into my e'en country; for my Loards, I was like to e rat, in troth when I was got till my e'en heam, I was as glad as e'en had gi'en me e groat, and my Loards, Ise warrant ye Ise not come among ye again in haste. My Loards, I was resolved till have gone till-have kissed the haunds of my Loard Monk, but the Loard be praised for it, he was marched out of Scoatland before my occasions would permit me to wait on him, and in troth my Loards, I did not owe him such muckle service as to gang after him. My loards, when he was ganged away, I e'en went till ha' made some Commotions in my e'en country, to testify my loove to my good loard Lambert, but I could do ne good; wharefore I hope your lordships will mack my excuse till him, and assure him I did awe that I could, and could do ne mere. My Loards, I ha' nouw ne thing to do, but to bla my pip, and wear a blue Bonnet. I hear that ye are calling our Committee to an account, my Loards, I shall desire ye not to send foar me, foar Ise be vary we'll whare I am; Ise be an awd man, and tharefore desire to be at peace, and to end my days in my e'en country. Pray remember my loove to my good loard Fleetwood, Sir Harry Vane, my loard Lambert, and the rest of my good friends, with whom I lately sat in Cooncel. My loards, this is awe Ise ha' to say till your loardships, and giff your loardships have any thing mere to say to me, 'tis mere than is desired from you, by  
MY Lords, Your lordships most humble Servant, Archibald Johnson. My Loards, I'll ne date my Letter, for that ice ne care at awe that your lordships should ken whare I am.   

London, Printed by Edward Mason. 1659.