Sr. Anthony, St. Leger, HIS LETTER From aboard the Downs, to Mr. Wareham Horsemanden, a Cavalier in COLCHESTER, Intercepted, and brought to the Committee of KENT.  
Setting forth their true intentions towards the Scots, the Turncoat Mariners, the Independents and the Roundheads.  
AS ALSO Their ill opinions of the Dutch and French, because they answered not their desires in this design.  
Printed at London, 1648.   

Sir Anthony St Leger his LETTER.  
Thrice noble Cousin,  
YOu cannot think how much it joys my heart, that any of my Kin will be so valorous; e'er long you shall see your Father a Bishop, and that function as glorious as ever: As for those that cowardly left you, they will be as well as all the Independents and Roundheads; for all that have born Arms for this corrupt Parliament must be and then, I doubt not but to have all our ancient Land as formerly, in whose hands soever it is: As for Hales, we have enough at him; speak the Roundheads fair, and be kind to them till we have all as we would, and then have at all; take notice of all that run from you. Had not the drunken Dutch, and cowardly French deceived us, we had relieved you long since, and then a fig for the Treaty, yet it hath taken the best for us. A pox of the Scots, they have done us more hurt than good; they are crafty Rogues, but we will order them if we had England as we would. Many here are turned Cowards and Fools, yet hang upon his Highness shamefully; we want money, that's the thing; we know not how to trust those turn coat Mariners; but his Highness will never forget their forwardness to assist the Parliament at first, we will reward them at last; the Rogues begin to grumble for want; J. P. is turned sot, R. F. frenzy, N. C. coward; if we have not something speedily, or can Land, and have some to join with us, all is lost; we can do no considerable thing for the Castles: If you hold out you will be brave fellows; if black Tom and Noll were dead, all were our own; we drink your triple Health every day, I doubt not but you do so by us; Last night my Master said to me, Here is to Sir Warcham Horsmanden; This and more, and either Land or Office to maintain it; my service to the three Noble personages with you, Lords and Dukes at least. However we speed, our enemies are so disjointed they will never be knit again. Excuse my haste, that am ever  
From the Downs the 15 of August, 1648. Your indulgent Uncle, while I am Anthony St Leger.  
Promise Honour, Land, or Office, or any thing for our design.  
FINIS.