Irelands Sad Lamentation: Discovering its Present DANGER, in Some Remarkable Passages Which have happened since the Discovery of the Horrid POPISH PLOT. In a Letter from a Person of Honour to his Friend in London, upon the Dissolution of the Late Parliament.

MY Pen is not able to represent to your view the Dusky Scene, which the Dissolution of the Parliament hath drawn on the Hearts and Counte­nances of all Loyal Protestants in this Kingdom; from this great Sessions, we hoped some Commiseration would have been had of us, considering the great and eminent dangers we now lie under: But these hopeful Joys being fru­strated, and expecting neither Redress from or by the assistance of our present Governor, nor any other part of the Government here, we do, as Men in a General Wreck, give up our selves to the Protection of God Almighty, and the Mercy of those incessant Billows that threaten us with Death.

We have little hopes, if at all any, of being secured from that Popish Cruelty which most of us have felt in this Age. You of England may object, Your Danger is equal to ours, that our Governor and other Magistracy are all Protestants, the Arms ours, (or at least ought to be so) and all other strengths. This indeed, were it so, might abate our Jealou­sies, but I shall make a Collection of some re­markable Passages, such as at present will occur to my Memory, and then I leave you to be the im­partial Judge.

In the year 1677. at the height of the Plot, the Duke of Ormond, by the interest of the Duke of York, received his Commission to supersede the Earl of Essex in the Government of Ireland, and accordingly, on the 24th of August, in the same year, made his Entrance with great Solemnity.

The next Spring (being a time when the grand Consults were held for putting an end to their In­fernal Designs) he takes a Progress over the whole Kingdom, to see in what posture the same lay, (for what design I know not;) in which Journey he was much attended by Popish Gentry, freely conferring (I will not say to make Prose­lytes) the Honour of Knighthood on many un­deserving Persons, as he passed through the Coun­trey.

The Plot being discovered in September 1678, there was little or no notice taken of it here at Court, though it was proved those of the Plot of England held a Correspondency with some in Ire­land, and that many Black Bills, &c. were, or was to be sent over for the Massacre intended, yet no means were used by the Lord Lieutenant, with as­sistance of the Council, for the security of the Na­tion, or prevention of that Horrid Design; but the vigorous Protestant Magistracy of this City raised their Militia, both Foot and Horse, part of whom were ordered to guard every night in their turns, but in the outward part of the Town, so in­tolerable was the usage we received, they would not suffer our Companies to guard in the City, (which must be the refuge in time of extremity) alledging the King's Guards were appointed to defend the same; so that upon any Attempt, our Voluntier Inhabitants must certainly have perish­ed, before the King's Soldiery, who receives Pay, had enter'd into any dangerous Engagement. Of this City the Earl of Arran, Son to the Duke, is Governor.

Thus were we all exposed every man to pro­vide for his own Safety: the first vapor of Popish Venom which might give us occasion not to doubt what they intended for us, was this, The Lord Mayor went in person, with some of his Brethren, to demolish the Mass-Houses of this City, by re­moving the Altars, and other Idols, locking up the Doors, and committing the Keys to the Church-Wardens of the respective Parishes: It happened that at one of those obnoxious Houses an Officer of the Mayors, a waggish Fel­low, taking some of their Popish Trumpery, (and in derision of that Superstitious Religion) began to act the Priest; then taking their Holy-water, and sprinkling part of it on some of his Fellows, the rest on the Floor, like a Shopkeeper's Appren­tice to lay the Dust, he was told by one who stood by, He should dearly repent those direful Acti­ons. And that very Night going to his own house, [Page] about Ten a clock was set upon by four or five persons, who stifling him, threw him down, then wounded him in several places, crying, Kill the Rogue, Kill the Rogue; which they had certainly done, had he not had Armor on, which he always wore for his own safety in the execution of his Of­fice: Yet this Assassination had no more effect at Court, than a sport to laugh at, how the poor Catchpole was served in his kind.

When the Duke received a Command to seize Colonel Talbot, the Colonel was Revelling at the Duke's Table, sitting with him at Dinner; and most people think if he had not been there at the Duke's receipt of the Commands, he had not been Apprehended. The Reasons which induced them to that Opinion, is, when the Colonel attained his Liberty upon Surety, the aforesaid Earl of Arran was his Bail.

Not long after the Discovery, upon several Sug­gestions of the Protestants against the Insolence of the Popish Clergy and their Assemblies, the Lord Lieutenant and Council issue forth a Procla­mation, For the Apprehension of Priests and Jesuites; therein inserting a Reward of Five Pounds for a Priest, and Ten Pounds for a Jesuite.

In Obedience to which, a Captain of the Trai­ned-Bands, took several in one Saints Eve, private­ly Celebrating Mass in their Popish Vestments, and the next morning brought them before the Duke; where, upon Examination, some of them produced the Duke's own Protection, some Pro­tected by Colonel Fitz-Patrick, and other Emi­nent Popish Gentry.

In fine, They were all dismissed, as well those who were Protected, as those who were not, as was all who were afterwards taken, the Apprehenders being gratified with no other than a Reproof for their too much diligence, by which means the Pa­pists have found no discouragement nor obstructi­on in their Proceedings; and I do believe their Hopes are raised to as great an Extasie as ever, ha­ving so much influence on the present Govern­ment of this Kingdom.

When the Irish Plot broke forth, and Bourke Accused the Earl of Tyrone, all Endeavors possible were used for the Vindication of the Earl; but when he was cleared at Waterford, and Bourke did not appear, then had the Papists got Cock-a-hoop again, and no man durst say within the Castle of Dublin, (or anywhere else, if it came to the Duke's Ear) That there was any such thing then on foot, or lately designed, as a Plot to invade this Kingdom, ex­tirpate the Protestant Religion, and subvert the Go­vernment thereof. I say, no man under pain of gaining the Duke of Ormond's displeasure, durst speak his Apprehension of such a thing as a Plot in this Kingdom.

The Inclinations of the Duke hath been more visible of late, by the Actings of his Son, (who, without doubt, did nothing without his Fathers permission) in the Tryal of the Lord Stafford, basely pledging his Honour, to Acquit that most Culpable and Undeniable Traytor; which hath given so great a wound to his Reputation, that the Name of the Butlers is grown a Load to almost the Generality of this Nation.

When Complaint was made against the Duke in England for his Misbehavior in this Govern­ment, he applied himself to the Council for a Cer­tificate, That he had Acted nothing Ʋnjust in his Station: But 'twas refused by several Privy-Coun­sellors, who are good and just men, valuing the Protestant Interest, and Abhorring all Foreign Ju­risdiction or Authority from or under the See of Rome.

I shall say little of our Chancellor, who, by the Duke of York's Interest, was made Primate also of this Kingdom, the two onely Places that can sway the Government, and, without doubt, will not be so ungrateful to his Promoter, but, when occasion shall serve, he may command his Service either as to Ecclesiastical or Civil Matters, or what else will best tend to his advantage; part of his In­justice hath already appeared before His Majesty in Council, which would seem but a Grain or Drachm, were it weigh'd with his other insulting Oppressions.

By this you may see the tender Care that hath been taken of us; what strength the Protestants can have in a Conscientious War, I mean, against the Papists or Foreign Enemies; when we can judge no less but our Leader is our Opposite; when we cannot enjoy the pre­sence of our Dread Soveraign to awe those Rebels who daily combine against us. We want an Essex again, whose Judgments and Justice were so equally Ballanc'd, that even his worst of Enemies without shame to them­selves cannot calumniate his Honourable Proceedings. I must tell you again, we want an Essex, a Shaftsbu­ry, that is to say, A Good and Zealous Protestant that will stand up for us in this time of Eminent and scarce­ly-to-be-avoided Danger. I can assure you, here's no man harbours an evil thought of his King, no man doubts of his Excellency and Compassion towards us; but rather are given to think He is under the same misfortune of some of His Predecessors, lead by evil Counsellors, which God of his mercy grant may not prove fatal: We onely, with sufficient cause, reflect on his Ministers and Officers here, and unanimously say, with the Prophet Isaiah, His Watchmen are blind, they are all ignorant, they are dumb Dogs that cannot bark, sleeping, lying down, loving to slumber; yea, they are greedy Dogs that can never have enough; they are Shepherds that will not understand; they all look to their own way, every one for his gain from his quarter. And now that His Majesty, with the Assistance of his great Council of Parliament, would purge the Officers of his Domi­nions, and those who shall be found defiled and unclean, to cast out; and those who are pure and clean, prone to the advancement of His Honour, to Establish, ought to be the Prayers of you and all good Protestants, as 'tis of,

Sir,
Your faithful humble Servant, F. L.
POST-SCRIPT.

WE hear that Colonel Fitz-Patrick, a Manager of our Kingdom, and who married the Duke of Ormond's Sister, is of late turn'd Protestant, and now in England: I like no such Masquerade, turning upon an Exigent. One whose Ge­neration hath been counted Primitives of the Romish Church, cannot surely forget his Ancestors Fame: His Father a hainous Rebel, and his Mother Hang'd for making Candles of English­mens Grease in the time of the late Rebellion.

LONDON: Printed in the year 1680.

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