A Letter sent from M. chapel out of Ireland, to a friend of his in London.  
YOur Letter bearing date the 28 of the last Month, I have received, being sorry to hear of your discontents in London but I hope God will in his good time turn all to the best: for those that that truly fear him. Our Rebellion hear daily increaseth, so that we cannot travel any way from this City above a mile or 2 without danger; since S. Samuel Harcourt came over, we in this City have been much encouraged, his men were landed on New-year's day, and though they were but one regiment, concisting but of 7 Companies yet they have bred some terror to our enemies, who before reported that the King would send us no help, and calls us English Rebels; they began to incamp close about us at Clantaf, which is but 2 miles hence; but Sr. Charles Coote, the week before Christmas, with about 1500 horse and foot march towards them, and was with them as soon as there was any light in the morning, and put them to slight; some he killed some he caused to be hanged, and 3 or 4 he took prisoners, and after the Town was pillaged by his Soldiers, he set it a fire with the Corn, which fire was not out in 3 or 4 days after: it is thought that there were at least 2000 Rebels in the Town when Sir Charles came to it, he lost not one man at that time that I can hear of. The last week the Earl of Ormand and Sir Charles marched forth, both of them about 1 and 2 of the clock in the morning, and when they wear without the Town, my L. of Ormand with his forces marched toward Finglas, and Sr. Charles with his marched towards Santrey, in both which Towns the Rebels lay in garrison, the Towns are both almost one distance from hence, the farthest of them is accounted but 2 miles and they are about a middle distant the one from the other; Sir Charl●● quickly put his Rebels to flight, who seemed to be furious at first, and made great shows with their colours displayed, but durst not stand to fight; Sir Charles burned the Town and the next Town to it, and then marched towards my Lord of Ormand, who was then in fight with the Rebels of Finglas, and 'twas reported that he was in danger at that time; the Rebels seeing another Army coming towards them from the way of Santrey, thought it had been their own coming to help them, but as soon as they perceived the contrary they fled; their coronal (being a man too familiar amongst us) amongst the rest of his Rebell-rout fled, leaving behind him his hat, scarlet coat, and blue plush 〈◊〉 lined with fur, which were 〈…〉 but were known to 〈…〉