A WORD TO THE True Blue Protestants, OR, Those of the Through REFORMATION.  
Countrymen,  
I Wish I could call you Friends too, you who call yourselves True Protestants; the best Reformed, the true Sons of the Church of England, the only illuminated, and knowing in the Sacred and Divine Laws; I have long doubted within myself whether you have (maugre all your boastings and vain pretences,) either Conscience of Religion: But now you have satisfied my Doubts, and you have confirmed it to Me, and all the World, you have not a grain, or spark of either. Nay, you have given Demonstration that you have renounced Heaven, and are become Strangers to the living God, that you have lost your Humane Nature, and are Metomorphosed into the worst of Animals. O Horours'! Who ever could have believed it, that such Villainies could possibly be acted in any place but Hell? or that it were possible for any thing less than Devil, to Think, Design, and Perpetrate such Bloody Villainies.  
O Unhappy England! What hast thou done to brood such Vipers in thy Bosom, which gnaw thy Bowels, suck thy blood, and make their way to wanton Lust and Liberty, through thy very Heart? Was it not enough to have barbarously Murdered the Father, but you must drink the Blood, the Sacred Blood of His Royal Sons? 'Tis now Ten years and upwards you do confess you have thirsted for it; and now at last you had decreed (had not Heaven by Miracle prevented it) with your poisoned Poniards to have broached those Sacred Vessels, which are Sealed with the Hand of the Almighty: which makes it Sacrilege even to entertain a Thought of hurting Them; But you like Cannibals were resolved to devour Them; and with your Blunderbusses Tear them in pieces. Is this your Religion? Is this your blessed Through Reformation? To subvert Governments by bloody Massacres, and Murdering Princes? and through an Ocean of Innocent Blood, to swim in the Islands of Arnarchy, and a damned Commonwealh? Where, once more you should become Brewer's Slaves, or mad with Envy, and fond Ambition, you would eat up one another.  
Was it for This your Godly House of Commons Voted a Pardon to any Villain who should Murder the King? Was it for This, they would have him Disband his Army; Give away the Militia into their Hands; Call over His Army from beyond the Seas; and strip Himself of all his best Friends? Was it for This, His Royal Brother, Queen, and all the Loyal Party must be Banished as a pack of Rascals, and bloody Traitors? Yes, for this it was: And to give you a fair opoprtunity of perpetrating the blackest, and horrid'st Conspiracy that ever yet was thought on; For This it was you were so buisy in stripping your Royal Master of all His Imperial Prerogatives. For This it was you denied Him both Money, and Friends. For This it was a Shame Popish Plot was (by the Instinct of the Devil) maliciously by you invented, to amuse the people, and stir them up to Rebellion; whilst all the Engines of Hell were at work really to act all those Hellish Treasons, which were by you charged upon the Papists. It was for This that Hell was ransacked, and the damnedest wretches hurried thence, and by you hired to work the Destruction of the Innocent.  
O horrid Villains! What have you to say for yourselves? Does your Religion teach you this? Is This the way of Reforming Church and State? Are These the Fruits of your Through Reformation? Are These Monsters the best Productions of your Sanctify'd Tribe, the True Blue Protestants? Villains! Had you no other Name to assume to yourselves, than that of Protestant? Why, by these your Black and Hellish proceed you have blasted the very Name of Protestant, and every honest man will be ashamed to own it. Why rather did you not call yourselves Papists? and as such, with your last breath declare yourselves? then had you bravely managed your business; you had left an Eternal Infamy on their Name and Religion, which you so much hate, and abominate; and you had confirmed the World, that the same men who contrived and carried on the first Plot, are the great supporters, and managers of this Hellish Conspiracy. But to call yourselves Protestants; Hell! Why rather did you not tell the World you were Turks, Infidels, Barbarians, Atheists? For such you are, or worse. Protestants you are not, We disown you; unless you will make the Name of Protestant such a general term, as that it shall include all these I have named, because they all equally protest against the Church of Rome.  
I tell you what; you True Blue Protestants! you Through Reformers of the Church; you have made your Religion (had you any) to stink above ground. For this bloody Design was not contrived, and carried on by a few desperate Villains, as was the Powder-Plot; No, here's a Damned Conspirary laid, barbarously to Murder your King, and His Royal Brother; and then charge it upon the Innocent, upon the Loyalists; and They, and their best Friends are to atone for your Villainies, Treasons, and Murders; They must (as Guilty) be made one Sacrifice to your unnatural Revenge. Now, all this I say was not only to have been acted by some few profligated Wretches, who were Strangers both to Conscience, and Religion; but by the Unanimous consent of all the considerable Dissenting Party of three Kingdoms. By these very Men who had nothing but Lord, Lord, in their Mouths, when nothing but the Devil, and Revenge was in their Hearts.  
Speak, What Answer will you make to what you are charged with? I fear you have not so much Grace left you as to make you blush when you see your Villainous Designs detected: but rather that you grieve they have not succeeded according as You, and Hell had conspired. But come, for once be ingenious, at least when you come to the Gallows, confess the Truth, and according to your wont practices, glory in your Diabolical Machinations, say with your Scottish Brethren, (those Rebels who were executed in Scotland for Treason, Murder, and Rebellion;) that you hate Monarches, and Monarchy, refuse to pray for the King, and Royal Family; and tell the World, that it is the greatest Trophy of your Religion, to overthrow and destroy both Monarches, and their Thrones. Imitate that great Hero of yours the grand Traitor Russel, Pray all of you, (after you have owned your own Gild, confessed the Treason,) that no more of the King's Enemies may die. Give advice to the Sanctified Tribe you leave behind you, how better to manage the next Conspiracy; and go forth of this life, praying that the Innocent may be persecuted still; as those Traitors who have gone before you to Tyburn to make some little atonement for their Hellish Treason have done. Now what can we expect would be the effect of such Prayers as these? But that a Divine Vengeance may fall upon this Kingdom.  
Horror, and Confusion ever attend you, and your Hellish purposes. Is this the Fruits, the Effects of your Zealous Cant and Whining, to pray upon the innocent, and suck the Blood of your Natural Sovereign? is this your acting according to Law? why then let us fly into the Deserts, where nothing but Monsters and Savages inhabit, for here we are not safe. Nay, In confident, the Tigers, Bears, and Vultures, will be more gentile, kind, and tenderhearted towards us than you would be, were we once within your Claws. Monsters! boast no more of Religion; Nay do not so much as name it, lest you profane that Sacred Name with your unsanctifyed Lips, for 'tis as clear as Demonstration, you have none at all; But if you do impudently pretend to any, show but any man of Reason your Works; (for by these you are to be known) and he shall tell you that Belzebub is the only God you serve; your Prophets are no other than those of Baal; and your Teachers the Imps of the Devil; who have with their ignorance, and Rebellious Principles hurried you into Confusion, and brought you to the very gates of Hell. It was a fine Spectacle, was it not, which we beheld the other day? an unfortunate young Gentleman in the prime of his age, ushered up to the Scaffold by one of thief Wolves in Sheep's clothing, where he behaved himself as if he had had no other business than to make his Congees with a Boon Grace, to put his Wigg, and Crevat-string in order; to have seen his gestures, you would have sworn he had been going to a Ball; or to Court a Mistress, rather than to appear before that Allseeing Eye of Heaven; that great All-knowing Judge, and searcher of the Secrets of Hearts, there to give a just account of all the Actions of his life. And then with his last Breath to proclaim his Innocency after the horrid guilt was manifestly proved against him, and with his own Tongue had confessed the Fact. But these are the Fruits of such Godly Educations. Now if any thing but the Devil would be Educated by such Doctors as these, or profess himself a Member of such a Diabolical Sect as these True Blue Protestants are; he deserves to be begged for a Fool, or hanged for a Villain.   

Printed by N. T. at the Entrance into the Old-Spring-Garden, 1683.