"from that glorious fun, that within a few "months afterwards was extinguished, to the grief of all Christians who are not forsaken o "their God."

The following Letter, written by Sir Thomas Herbert whilft he attended this Prince in his confinement, will fhew the extreme tranquillity of mind which he poffeffed during his melancholy and anxious fituation:

A COPY OF A LETTER FROM S THO: HERBERT TO D'SAMWAYS, AND BY HIM SENT TO THE A. BP OF CANT. D' SANCROFT.

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"After his late Mâtye's remove from Wind"for to St. James's, albeit according to ye duty "of my place I lay in the next room to the bed"chamber, the Ks then commanded me to bring my pallate into his chamber, weh I accordingly did, the night before y' forrow full day. He "ordered w cloaths he wd wear, intending y' day "to be as neat as could be, it being (as he call'd it) his wedding-day. And having a great work "to do (meaning his preparation to eternity) "f he w be stirring much earlier than he used.

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"For fome hours his Mâtye flept very foundly. "For my part, I was fó full of anguish & grief,

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y I took little reft. The K fome hours be"fore day drew his bed-curtains to awaken me, " & could

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" & could by ye light of a wax-lamp perceive me "troubled in my fleep; the K arose forthwith, " and as I was making him ready, Herbert (f the "K) I wd know why you were difquieted in yo' fleep. I replied, May it please yo' Majesty, "I was in a dream. What was yo' dream, fa ye "K"; I w1 hear it. May it pleafe yo' Mâtye, fa I, I dreamed yt as you were making ready, one "knock'd at ye bed-chamber door, wch yo' Mâtye "took no notice of, nor was I willing to ac"quaint you wth it, apprehending it might be "Colonel Hacket. But knocking ye fecond "time, yo' Mâtye ask'd me, if I heard it not. I f, I did, but did not use to go without his "order. Why then go, know who it is, and "his business. Whereupon I opened the door, " & perceived yt it was ye L' A. Bp of Cant. "D. Laud, in his Pontifical habit, as worn at "Court; I knew him, having feen him often. "The A. Bp defired he might enter, having "fome thing to fay to ye Ke. I acquainted yo

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Mâtye wth his defire, so you bad me lett him "in; being in, he made his obeyfance to yo' Mâtye "in the middle of ye room, doing y like alfo "w" he came near yo' person, and falling on his "knees y Mâtye gave him yo' hand to kifs, "and took him afide to the window, where some "difcourfe pafs'd between yo' Mâtye & him, & "I kept a becoming distance, not hearing any

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"thing yt was fa, yet cd perceive yo' Mâtye pen"five by yo looks, and that y A. Bp gave a figh; who, after a fhort ftay, againe kiffed "yo' hand, returned, but with face all y way "towards yo' Mâtye, and making his ufual re" verences, he being so fubmifs, as he fell proftrate " on his face on the ground, and I immediately step to him to help him up, weh I was then acting, w your Mâtye faw me troubled in my fleep. The impreffion was fo lively, y' I look'd "about, verily thinking it was no dream.

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"The K' f', my dream was remarkable, but he " is dead; yet had we conferred together during life, 'tis very likely (albeit I loved him "well) I should have fa fomething to him, might "have occafioned his figh.

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"Soon after I had told my dream, D'. Juxon, "then Bp of London, came to the K, as I relate "in y' narrative I fent St W Dugdale, weh I have "a transcript of here, nor know whether it refts "with his Grace y A. Bp of Cant. or S W. Dugdale, or be difpofed in S' Jo" Cotton's Library near Westminster-hall; but wish you "had y perufal of it before you return into y' North. And this being not communicated "to any but your felf, you may fhew it to his "Grace & none else, as you promised, S', "Yo' yery affect. fna & serv2

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Many resemblances occur in feveral of the circumstances attending the execution of this Prince and that of the late unfortunate Louis XVI. The following extract is made from a very curious little book, called England's Shame, or the Unmasking of a Politic Atheist; being a full " and faithful Relation of the Life and Death of "that Grand Impoftor Hugh Peters. By Wil"liam Young, M. D. London, 1663. 12mo. "Dedicated to Her Moft Excellent Majefty "Henrietta Maria, the Mother Queen of Eng"land, Scotland, France, and Ireland."

"The foldiers were fecretly admonished by "letters from Hugh Peters to exercise the ad"mired patience of King Charles, by upbraiding "him to his face; and fo it was; for having

gotten him on board their boat to transport " him to Westminster-hall, they would not afford "him a cushion to fit upon, nay, fcarcely the "company of his fpaniel, but fcoffed at him "moft vilely; as if to blafpheme the King were "not to blafpheme God, who had established "him to be his Vicegerent, our fupreme Mo"derator, and a faithful Cuftos Duarum Tabula"rum Legum, Keeper of both Tables of the Law.

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"The King being safely arrived at Whitehall, (that they might the easier reach the crown;) they do with pious pretences, feconded with "fears of declining, hoodwink their General

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"Fairfax to condefcend to this bloody facrifice. "Whereas Oliver Cromwell and Ireton would appear only to be his admirers, and spectators "of the regicide, by standing in a window at "Whitehall, within view of the fcaffold and the " people; whilst Peters, fearing a tumult, dif"fembles himself fick at St. James's; conceiting "that he might thereby plead not guilty, though "no man was more forward than he to encourage "Colonel Axtel in this action, and to animate his regiment to cry for justice against the traitor, " for fo they called the King."

"The resolve paffed," adds Dr. Young, " that "the King must be conveyed from Windfor "Caftle to Hampton Court, Harrison rides with

him, and upbraids him to his face. Peters "riding before him out of the Castle, cries, "We'll whisk him, we'll whisk him, now we "have him. A pattern of loyalty, one formerly "a Captain for the King's intereft, feizing "Peters's bridle, fays, Good Mr. Peters, what "will you do with the King? I hope that you "will do his perfon no harm. That Peters might be Peters, he replies, He shall die the "death of a traitor, were there never a man in England but he. The Captain forced to loofe "his hold of the reins by a blow given him "over his hand with Peters's staff, this trumpeter "of forrow rides on finging his fad note, We'll

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