A LETTER, From a Gentleman in Colchester, to his friend in London.
I Am happie in this occasion, to tell you how greatly I affect you, and what high content and satisfaction it would bring to me to heare of your wel-fare, and other my loving friends. Bee assured our condition here is very good: Our Store-houses and Magazines are full, Our Souldiers at as good command as the Centurians in the Gospell. One said; should hee paint Warre like a Beast, hee would begin with his Belly: Money may bee the Nerves and Sinnues of Warre; But Meate and Drink is the Soule of it. This place is the Grannary of the County, and Fish-market of these Eastern-parts, Wee have infinite quantities of Corne, Salt, &c. and had they not got the Blockhouse at the mouth of the River, Wee had liv'd in too much luxurie, yet have wee no Dearth of Oysters and other Fish. The Lord Fairfax hath made a Battery on the Conny-Warren, halfe a mile from us, but our Cannoneers shoote so exactly well they have little rest in their new workes; Wee heare they dwindle away daily by reason of fresh Insurrections in other places, and that some Bumpkins are come to them from Suffolke, but all that are Arethmeticians know that a great many such Ciphers stand for nothing. Mounsieur Thomas is Lievtenant to his Cozens Troopes and salutes you all. Commend me kindly to all friends. I pray you doe it particularly. I would faine see a perfect relation of the fight wherein Lambert was slaine. I pray for you all daily. Wee heare you had a Common-Hall in London on Saturday, Wee expect glorious events thereby: I wish you could at last become a Loyall Subject, and leave that Idoll the present Parliament which you so much adore, I pray for your conversions; and rest.