Sergeant Horne, both of Spalding, were ‘set upon the walls to be shot at,’ when the Spalding people rose to deliver Croyland; how ‘Colonel Sir Miles Hobart’ and other Colonels rose also to deliver it,—and at last how ‘the valiant active Colonel Cromwell’ rose, and did actually deliver it.[1]
Cromwell has been at Lynn, he has been at Nottingham, at Peterborough, where the Soldiers were not kind to the Cathedral and its Surplice-furniture:[2] he has been here and then swiftly there; encountering many things. For Lincolnshire is not easy to deliver; dangers, intricate difficulties abound in those quarters, and are increasing. Lincolnshire, infested with infalls of Camdeners, has its own Malignancies too;—and, much more, is sadly overrun with the Marquis of Newcastle’s Northern ‘Popish Army’ at present. An Army ‘full of Papists,’ as is currently reported; officered by renegade Scots, ‘Sir John Henderson,’ and the like unclean creatures. For the Marquis, in spite of the Fairfaxes, has overflowed Yorkshire; flowed across the Humber; has fortified himself in Newark-on-Trent, and is a sore affliction to the well-affected thereabouts. By the Queen’s interest he is now, from Earl, made Marquis, as we see. For indeed, what is worst of all, the Queen in late months has landed in these Northern parts, with Dutch ammunition purchased by English Crown Jewels; is stirring up all manner of ‘Northern Papists’ to double animation; tempting Hothams and other waverers to meditate treachery, for which they will pay dear. She is the centre of these new perils. She marches Southward, much agitating the skirts of the Eastern Association; joins the King ‘on Keinton field’ or Edgehill field, where he fought last Autumn.—She was impeached of treason by the Commons. She continued in England till the following summer;[3] then quitted it for long years.
Let the following Three Letters,—one of which is farther
