A Letter to the HOUSE, From the Laird WARESTON, Late President of the Committee of Safety.

MY LOARDS,

AFter my hearty loove rememberd until your Loardships, hoping that yea are very weel as my sell, Goad be praised, at the writing of these presents: These are to giff your Loardships till understaund, that I'se ne crave your pardon at aw, for that I laboured for Advauncement in this woarld, accoarding to the practicks of aw gude men, but that I sought it in se bad a time, whareby I'se incurd the Odium of your gude Loardships, whose displesure hath gar'd muckle sorrow until your pure sarvant, which gares me now to writ thilke lines until your Loardships, that I'se may humble my sel, and greet before your Loardships for the sinn whilk Ise ha committed against aw the gude People in England. I doe mack confession unto your Loard­ships, fra the vary bottom of my heart, that Ise ha ne car'd ene pin foar the Kirk of England, ne foar the Kirk of Scotland nather, the Dec'l fa the luggs of aw those men that seduced me untill syck an errour and misde­meanour against your Loardships; for in troath, my Loards, I thought there would nere ha been any Kirk in England again: and Ise began to hate the Kirk, foar because my gude Loard and Maister, my Loard Laembert hated the Kirk as weel as my sell, and for that Sir Harry Vane went about till destory aw the Kirks and Mini­sters in England; but shame fa me, Ise now see my fault, and giff your Loardships gares me till sit in aw the Stuies of Repentance in Scotland, Ise ne be soarry at aw. The Dee'l bla Machiavels weam fou a sma steanes, for that he bad me be of that Religion my Superiours were of. Yet what gar [...]s me to speak evil of that gude man, foar that nouw by my troath, Ise ne think Ise can gang any better wea than to follow his gude Coonsel, for that now by his ene rule Ise ought to be of your Loardships Religion, foar that yea are nouw by the permission of God my Superiours, as he was than; and in troath, my Loards, Ise eene be se, if your Loardships will give permission to your pure servant.

My Loards, In gude sooth Ise ha thought my Loard Lambert had bin a very gude man, and that aw the Committee of Safety had bin alse vary gude men: in troath, my Loards, giff they were not gude men, they were aw vary gude company, and Ise had muckle reason to con them muckle thanks; for that though I were ne Prophet, yet I had mere credit and esteem amid them, than ere Ise had in my ene Countrey. But, my Loards, sithence it plainly appereth that yea are muckle wiser and better men than they, Ise tell yea ene great Secret, That none of them aw ere car'd ene button for yee: my Loards, this is the vary troath.

My Loards, Whan yee had broken the Crags of aw our Undertackings, Ise thought it was my best way to gang heme agen into my ene Countrey; for my Loards, I was like to e Ratt, in troath whan I was gat till my ene heam, I was as glad as ene had gin me e groat, and my Loards, Ise warrant yee Ise not come among yee agen in haste. My Loards, I was resolved till have gon till-have kiss'd the haunds of my Loard Monk, but the Loard be praised for it, he was marched out of Scoatland before my occasions would permit me to wait on him, and in troath my Loards, I did not owe him such muckle service as to gang after him. My loards, whan he was gang'd away, I eene went till ha made some Commotions in my ene Countrey, to testifie my loove to my gude loard Lambert, but I could do ne gude; wharefore I hope your Loardships will mack my excuse till him, and assure him I did aw that I could, and could do ne mere. My Loards, I ha nouw ne thing to do, but to bla my pip, and wear a blew Bonnet. I hear that yee are calling our Committee to an Accompt, my Loards, I shall desire yee not to send foar me, foar Ise be vary weel whare I am; Ise be an awd man, and tharefore desire to be at peace, and to end my days in my ene Countrey. Pray remember my loove to my gude loard Fleetwood, Sir Harry Vane, my loard Lambert, and the rest of my gude friends, with whom I lately sate in Cooncel. My loards, this is aw Ise ha to say till your loardships, and giff your loardships have any thing mere to say to me, 'tis mere than is desired from you, by

MY LOARDS,
Your Loardships most humble Servant, Archibald Johnson.

London, Printed by Edward Mason. 1659.

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