A LETTER SENT out OF Ireland from the right honourable Earl of ORMOND and OSSORY, To his much honoured Uncle, Sr. ROBERT POYNTZ, showing the true estate of the kingdom of Ireland at this present time, and delivered to his Uncle here, the 21, of June, 1642. THE last Letter I received from you was of the 7th of April, by one Veele, to whom I shall be very ready to give my assistance towards his preferment, when I have rid myself of a few former engagements. We are now in so good condition for matter of men, that I know it will be wondered that we do no more with them; but when it shall be considered what men without Money, meat, or Clothes, are able to do, I hope we shall not be taxed with sloth, having by many winter, & uncomfortable journeys, manifested our unwillingness to lie still; it is true that our want of money, was then as great as now, but then the Hagards Barnes, and Houses, were full of all manner of provision, which now betwixt us, and the rebels are so wasted, that the most fertile Country affords nothing but penury, and desolation, and the booty that heretofore gave edge to the soldiers, and made them endure indefatigably all manner of labour, is for a great circuit about us, either already taken by our men, or removed into inaccessible places by the rebels; nor have we carriage (if there were plenty of victual in the store) to convey it with us, forth of those limits already wasted, if we march in such numbers as to considerable service; and on the other side, if we lie still, and eat upon the magazine, we shall very suddenly wast it, so that unless there be a speedy supply of at least victual, and carriages, this Army raised at so great charge to that kingdom, will be forced to dissolve or ruin of itself; I have given you this short, and true account of the state we are in, because I hope you are at London, where you may acquaint such of your friends as are of the Parliament with it, as likewise that you might be able to say something in my excuse, in case the blame of this dangerous loss of time should be laid on me; for though all this be much fullier represented to the Commissioners, appointed for the management of this War, from the Lords justices, and council, yet many may be apt to censure me, that will not be called to the reading of that. When I know you are at London, you shall hear often, and more particularly from me, one Monday next I take a journey to Conaught, where I will endeavour to do some service before our provision be quite gone, from thence you shall hear from me, in the mean time I rest Dublin the 10. of June 1642. Your most affectionate Nephew, and Servant, ORMOND OSSORY. London, Printed for Thomas Whitaker.