AT this earthly Bar from them that pretend to have a great meaſure of ſanctity, I had hard meaſure; but to that Bar I am now going, the Bar of heaven, I ſhall have juſtice, yea one day Juſtice againſt them, except they water their beds and couches with tears of Repentance.

The Court gave ſevere and raſh Judgement on my body, and ſent a pitiful fellow-(but a pitileſs fellow) that gave as raſh a Judgement of my ſoul; but that precious Jewel none of them could rouch to hurt.

The Souls under the Altar cry loud for vengeance long ago; how many more of late yeers have been added to them to help the cry; the cry is loud of thoſe lately whoſe blood hath been unlawfully ſpilt; but vengeacne is Gods, and I will leave it to him.

The Court of my Tryal ſaid I was confident, and held it as a fault; He alſo whom they ſent to the Tower (I know not if to entrap me) under pretenſe to comfort my ſoul, told me alſo, I was confident; I ſay the ſame: and the ſame confidence I bring with me now, and by Gods aſſiſtance, I hope I ſhall carry it out of this world with my innocency.

Gentlemen Souldiers, Among the ancient and ſavage ſort of Heathen, they had a Law once every three, ſix, or twelve moneths to offer up a ſacrifice of humane blood to their God; and that their God was a Divel: Among us, whether heathen or not you beſt know, of late yeers we have had a fatal cuſtome, once in three, ſix, or twelve moneths to make not only a ſacrifice, but many ſacrifices of humane Chriſtian blood, our Scaffolds have reek'd and ſmok'd with the choyſeſt ſort of blood. But unto what God do you judge? What God is he that delights in the blood of man? Baal, the god of Ekron, Beelzebub, the god of Flyes.

Amongſt the Primitive Chriſtians that lived neereſt the time of our Saviour Chriſt, the greateſt Tyrants and perſecutors of the Chriſtians lived; the perſecution was great, and yet the courage of thoſe perſecuted Chriſtians was ſo great, that it excelled the fury of the perſecutors; that they came in faſter to be kill'd, then they could kill; they offered their bodies and throats ſo thick unto the ſlaughter, that the hands of the Tyrants were weary with killing; and yet Sanguinis Martirum, was Semen Eccleſiae, and many Heathens came in with the Chriſtians, ſeeing their cheerful conſtancy, turned Chriſtians, and dyed Chriſtians, and dyed with them; the Chriſtians ſtill encreaſed the more.

Of late years here hath been a great perſecution in this Nation, and yet the ſufferers have been ſo many, and preſent themſelves ſo thick in the vindication of their King, Country, and Laws, that they ſtartled the very enemy himſelf; their conſtancy ſo great, that the eyes of their Judges dropped tears, whether real or true, let the Judge of Judges judge; They ſtill ſtand amazed at their conſtancy, though they exceed the old Heathens; Are not weary of killing.

Oh Souldiers! How many of you have bin brought up, and led on by blind Principles, wronged in your Education, or ſeduced by your, indiſcreet heedleſs and heady Teachers? How many of you young men have for ſome ſmall diſcontent departed from your loving Maſters, dear Friends, or tender Parents, and fled into the Army? How many of you driven by Tyranous oppreſſion, poverty, or cruelty, have left your dear wives and children? And ſome for novelty or wantonneſs adhere to this employment, not conſidering the great danger of ſpilling innocent blood.

How many of you have drawn your Swords you do not know for what? How many of you keep drawn your ſwords, you do not know for what? You have put to death a pious and juſt King, and in his ſtead have reared up even another Jeroboam, that makes Iſrael to ſin: What his goodneſs is, you beſt know: You have put down a good old Law, and reared up another of your own to judge the people by; my calling for the benefit of the former, and for the equity even of your own Law, I am in part condemned here to dy. Be you Judge of the proceedings.

How many of you have had a hand in putting down the ancient true Church, and raiſed up in your own imaginations a new one? But alas! You know not what you do; if you did, you would grieve to ſee what a glorious Church you have ruined: you would never have pulled down the hedges, and broken down the fences, that the wild beaſt of the Forreſt ſhould come in, that the little foxes ſhould devour; and the wilde Boar ſhould root out ſo ſtately a Vine.

When the Jewes were led into captivity, their goodly and magnificent Temple was burnt; but in proceſs of time, they obtained favour amongſt the Heathen Kings they dwelt amongſt, and had liberty wherewith to rebuild: rebuild they did, and finiſhed a ſecond Temple, at which ſight all the young men rejoyced to ſee ſo gallant a Temple, but the old men wept to ſee how far different and ſhort the ſecond Temple was from the glory of the firſt: So you young men rejoyce at your imaginary Church, but the old men me thinks I ſee ſome weep, (Oh weep not for me) weep for your Countrey, weep to ſee Religion, Liberty and Laws taken from you, weep to ſee ſo many good men ſnatcht away, but indeed from the miſeries to come, and weep for what your unhappy ſelves will ſuffer.

Souldiers, however you flouriſh for a time, and perhaps many of you may rejoyce at our deaths, but believe it, as Sampſon pull'd the houſe of the Philiſtims down when he fell: ſo ſhall we give you and your Cauſe a greater blow by our deaths, than living we poſſible could have done. You may for a time flouriſh, but remember what our Saviour ſaid, All you that make uſe of the Sword, ſhall periſh by the Sword, you ſhall be cut down like the graſs, and wither away like the green herbs.

But do you behold yonder glorious place? Do you behold the ſpangled Heavens, where the holy Angels dwell, where God himſelf is rounded with thrones, Principalities, Powers, and the Celeſtial Spirits of juſt men, when the Trump ſhall blow, when the dead ſhall riſe at the dreadful day of judgement? How will you anſwer all your Rapes and Murthers? Do you think your hands that have been bathed in the blood of your King, the blood of ſo many of your eminent Counrrey-men ſo unjuſtly, they have been bathed in the blood of many of your friends, your kindred, perhaps your Parents, can ever reach yonder glorious place without repentance? Oh no, repent now therefore, it is not too late, ſhake off your Bloody Protector, reſcue your ancient Lawes, and call in your Royal young PRINCE, whom you have long enough wronged; Make your Addreſſes to the great Protector of Heaven and Earth, and deſire him as I now do for my ſelf for a Pardon, for a Pardon for all your former and preſent tranſgreſſions.

I dye an obedient Son of the Church of England, and with a dutiful heart to the KING, and deſire that none preſent that loves him, will be disheartned by my death, but continue faithful to the end.

And ſo farewel, I forgive all the world, &c.