THE HUE and CRY AFTER FATHER PETERS, By the Deserted Roman catholics.  
O Yes! O yes! O yes! Whereas an ill-natured, False-hearted, Self-minded, Insinuating JESUIT has lately withdrawn from the English-Court( God knows whither!) These are to give Notice, That if any manner of Person, Man, Woman, or Child, Christian or Pagan, heretic or Recusant, can give any Tidings of the said Father,( so that he be brought back Alive, to receive the just Rewards of his Covetousness and Pride) shall have a Thousand Pounds Reward. You will think a Thousand Pound a great sum, and too great for us to perform, being now again Poor, and reduced to our former Exigencies: But alas! 'tis nothing in respect of the purchase. Do but catch Him, you will find his Breeches well lined, beyond what Nature sent him; this being hardly the hundredth part of what he has unjustly Purloyn'd here. If this will not encourage you, but you have more delight in the Pleasures of the Flesh, than in the Mammon of Unrighteousness, you shall have a Brace of his Cast-Misses, who now Starve for want of his Weekly Charity, which he received for the supply of the Poor, but more devoutly bestowed it that way. If this will not do, we will give you an Absolution for all the Sins you shall commit; you, and all your Posterity, for a Thousand Years to come.  
But that you may not mistake, either in the Person or Character, I will describe him in his proper Colours, which are as changeable as his Allegiance.  
This Father of Deceit, This greedy Miser,( contrary to the Principles of a good Christian, Lusting more after the Flesh, than after the Spirit; and yet more after the Mammon of Ungodliness, than after the Flesh) changed, like the chameleon, to the prevailing Colours; and( like a Lobster stewed in his own Sweat) turned, in a Moment, from Black to read. And now, you will find the Holy Father of the Word▪ transformed to a Bully of the Sword; the follower of Jesus, to an imitator of Judas; who betrayed his Lord and Master from the beginning, in the Disguise of a Saint.  
This Impostor of his Holy Order, This shane to his Profession, and Scandal to all Roman catholics,( a Turn-coat to his Loyalty, as well as his Function) you will find him in the Habit of a Soldier; his black Gown converted into a scarlet Cloak; his Holy rest into an embroidered Coat; and his caconical Girdle into a glittering fringed Scars; his precise Band into a Damme Crevat; his old Cordebac into a Beaver and Feather; His beads of Pearl into so many Pistols; and his Golden Crucifix into guineas.  
In this heroic Equipage( they say) he is gone into France, which a Young Peer of England in his Company; making towards Paris, to see if he can make as good an stand of it at the gallic Court as in England.  
Besides this Metamorphosis of caconical Black, into Military read▪ the Word unto a Sword, and Sable Hart-band into a Scarlet Feather( which is now become the Helmet and Breast Plate of the Militant Clergy,) there are other many visible, and particular Marks and Tokens, like Cain, put upon him by an Eternal Stamp, to distinguish him from all Mankind.  
He is long Visag'd, lank black Hair of his own,( but now in a Flaxen Perriwigg;) Tall and Slender, Fawning Looks, Flattering Smiles, a False Heart, deceitful Tongue, Gorgon's Eyes, who turns all things into senseless Stones, that behold him; and Harpsy's Claws, that never yet let go any Prey he could get into his talents. Very Loyal, but very Unstable; very Devout, but very Treacherous; and Covetous beyond the Roman Domitian. He is about the Age of Sixty; but as Wanton as at Thirty: More subject to Lust than Loyalty; and, like Tarquin, more subject to Lucre than either.  
Would you go in Pursuit of this Prodigy in Nature, this Fomenter of all our Troubles, this Incendiary, who has kindled the Fire, and left us behind to put out the flamme; Expect not him now to find Napping in a Chair, not with any formidable; Equipage of Foot-men; neither as an ambassador, that Enters a Town, and has for the Grandeur of his State, his Golden Chariots Guarded on every side: But rather search him in some secret Convent, amongst the Zealous Nuns, or amongst the Stews in Paris; for to his own cloisters he dare not Return.  
If such an one you find Booted and spurred, pull of his Boots, for fear of a Cloven Foot; for the Devil( they say in France) wears Jacque Boots, and read Shashoons; and they are so like in traveling, that should you mistake one for 'tother, we are in worse Pickle than before; not knowing which of the two has done the most Mischief: But, of the two, bring back the Father, who hath been the Author of all our Impending Troubles; that he may, by his sufferings, atone for the Mischiefs he has done, by delivering him over a just Sacrifice to the Fury of the People, and the Rearing of the belgic lion. Thus deliver him into our Hands, and we will Engage to Pay you the Reward which( by so Meritorious an Act) you have most justly deserved.   

LONDON, Printed for W. R. in the Year 1688.