THE Lady GRAY VINDICATED: Being an Answer to a Popish Pamphlet, entitled A True Relation, of a strange Apparition that appeared to the Lady GRAY, commanding her to deliver a Message to his Grace the Duke of MONMOUTH.  
WOnder not that I call it a Popish Pamphlet, since it's such a sweet smelling Sacrifice in the Nostrils of every Roman catholic, and so very acceptable to all Abhorrors. A Man would think that Caryl, or L'Estrange, or Duffy's Finger was in this pie, be who he will that wrote it, the best Encomium he merits is Monstrum horrendum, inform. In his lying Pamphlet, he writes, I shall give you a true and perfect Relation, according to her own Deposition before Justice Ware, Sir W. Waller, Mr. Baxter, and Mr. Carlton, who he says stamped with his wooden Leg, and swore Damn him he believed it: Know that this true Relation is nothing but an absolute Fiction, composed I fancy by the same Hand that writ old Stafford's Speech Satan's Kingdom is like to be destroyed, the Whore of Babylon is ready to turn up her Heels, and quit the Protestant Borders; and now wonder not, if beelzeebub be more than ordinary industrious to sand his Trustees to secure his Interest, if either wicked Wit or Diabolical Art can draw off your Affections from the Duke of Monmouth, the Earls of Shaftsbury, Essex, &c. what the Press blushes to see by day, shall be printed by the Devil at Night, so eager is he to indulge the Roman Crew.  
He tells you on the 29th of January, the Lady being alone in her Closet, she heard this Apparition call her, Sweet Heart, which soon appeared to her in the shape of a bright Star, and blew Garter, and said, that the 15th day of May is appointed for the Royal Blood to be poisoned, but be not afraid, said it, for I am sent to tell thee that James Duke of Monmouth, hath none of it in him.  
By this you may guess of what Religion the Ghost had been, and if you give way to the Truth of the Apparition( which no honest Man dare do, nor none but Knaves and Papists will do) you may easily guess that it was Stafford's Ghost. But the Ghost was more impudent than the Devil, to say his Grace had not a drop of Royal Blood in him. Say he was not a Son lawfully begotten, yet you dare not say without blushing, that he had not a Royal Father; and surely that Royal Father, kept not all his Royal Blood to himself, when he begot him. But what dare you not say, nay what will you not swear? you that will Ridicule the Plot, and swear the five Jesuits died Martyrs, will by the Dictates of the same Religion swear, that James Duke of York, has more right to the Crown, than King Charles the Second, and that the Pope has more right to it than them both.  
That which this Man( or rather this Devil) drives at in his feigned Apparition, is, to lessen the Honour of the Duke of Monmouth, and eclipse the Modesty of a virtuous Lady; but alas! such villainous Practices as these make them ten times more glorious than they are. God makes the same use of such Devils as this is, as Jewellers do of black foils, to make their Diamonds look with a better Lustre. The Moon lends never the worse Light, for the Dogs barking at it. It will not be in your Power to abate the Lustre of that bright Star you mention, till you have ruined One brighter than He. God preserve the King, and the Protestant Religion, and that Star ere long, I hope, will appear more glorious than ever: and then, Sweet-Heart, you may be glad of a Closet to hid yourself in.  
As to the Maid of Hatfield, if thou knowest her to be no Maid, thou knowest more( it may be) than she her self; and I shall say as little to her Apparition: It may be a Mistake in her, and it may not; I know there are false Spirits, as well as false Prophets, but none more false than thine.  
In thy second Paragraph, the Spirit seems to ask the Lady these following Questions: If she remembered what it said before? She said, Yes: Do you believe it? and she said, Yes: Have you  told it? and she said, No: Then said the peevish Spirit, Tell it the D. of M. from me, and bid him not go to Wapping. As to the Lady's Answers to the feigned Spirit's Questions, I dare be bold to answer thee, that she has a due Esteem for the D. of M. and so have the most part of the honest Lords, and the virtuous Ladies in the Kingdom. And tho Knaves and Fools labour to bespatter him, yet know, that his Star never shined half so bright yet, as I believe his Honour and Reputation will shine hereafter. As to this Wapping-Business, let the Tarpawlins there give thee an Answer, when thou darest writ, Scriptum per me, at the tail on't.  
In the third, the Popish Apparition bids the Lady tell James D. of M.— but is presently interrupted by her, it seems, with a, Don't you see him? Tell him yourself, we are all alone. A sign thy Spirit, as thy judgement, is blind: If the Spirit had eyes to see the way thither, methinks it should not have wanted them, to have seen a white Star on a black svit. But this may pass with a Papist, who knows Infallibility belongs to their Family.  
February the 2d, it seems it was heard again, and talked invisibly to her, and prated as incoherently to her, as thou dost to sense and Reason, viz. Bid James D. of M. go to the Tower, and venture the Lion, old Charles won't hurt him.— No, I hope old Charles hath more Wit than to hurt him, and I believe young Charles has more Grace. Then it bade tell him, That he has discovered the Weakness of his Party, in petitioning but with Fifteen after him. Tho but fifteen went, know, Gaffer Lack-Wit, that there will not be wanting fifteen times fifteen thousand, to petition the King for the Subjects Right, when an occasion requires it. This is a true, but a dreadful Story to such Popish Villains as thou seemest to be. Then said thy invisible Spirit, Bid all the Lords you know, have a care of Petitioning, unless they are disobliged.— Tell my Lord Stamford, his Wife keeps her Bed.— Bid Shaftsbury have a care of his Spiggot; for if he is tapp'd, all the Plot will run out: But did it not say, If he is stabbed, that Dagger, or that Cork will keep it in. I dare say, such Spirits do not desire to have Plots broached; for they wander abroad in half Sheets of Paper, like that of the Lady Gray, and Madam Fanshaw's Ghost; and nothing can kerb them, or lay them, like a Good Parliament.   

LONDON, Printed in the Year, 1681.