THE COPY OF A LETTER FROM An Officer under the Lord Lambert, Giving an Account Of a Rising in DERBY.

Of Col. Charles White, his proclaiming Booth's Declaration.

And how they were dispersed.

Communicated in Letters from Col. Sanders, Col. Mitchell, and Major Barton to the Lord Lambert.

With the last News from CHESTER, and LEVERPOOLE.

LONDON, Printed for Thomas Brewster. 1659.

A LETTER From an Officer under the Lord Lam­bert, giving an account of a rising at DERBY.

Honoured Sir,

SInce I saw you I have had little rest, for the Lord Lambert required me to wait upon him towards Cheshire; and this day being at Stafford, news was brought him of a Rising in Derby; for the quelling of which he presently or­dered One hundred Dragoons, and a­bout One hundred and fifty Horse to [Page 2] march for Derby, giving the command to Major Grove, and commanded me to goe with him. Away we marcht to Ʋtceter (where we are now) intend­ing resolvedly to fall into them at Der­by this night; but while we were refresh­ing, a messenger came with Letters from Col. Sanders, Col. Mitchel, and Major Barton, to give an account that the business was at present ended. The beginning was thus: Yesterday divers Commissioners being busie in raising and setling the Militia, about eleven a clock Col. Charles White, with some few, came into the Town, and openly proclaimed Booths Declaration, where­upon all the town rose, shut up their shops, seased upon many of Militia horses, with shouting, Cap. Doubty tur­ned on their side, and drew many of [Page 3] his new men to him, and in the midest of this Confusion, Col. Sanders came in amongst them, asking them what they would have, drew them all to the Green, where they all desired him to own their quarrel, and be their leader; he refused, and had liberty to go Home and afterwards they drew into the Town, and moultered away, so that this morning there was not one left to appear, the active Townsmen crying Pecavy; and thus our journey is stopt and we are upon returning, save one Troop goes forward thither:

Now for Chester, this was the last News, at seven a clock this day to the Lord Lambert: That the Enemies num­bers doe something lessen. We have had Eighteen Troopes in their teethes these three daies, but can doe little for want of [Page 4] our Foot; but we shall quickly now, for they lay the last night at Stafford: and untill they come up, for conveniency of pro­vision and quarters, our Brigade of Horse lye about Drayton. They doe make much of Leverpoole, Col. Ireland is Go­vernour, Tis thought some of their hot spirits begin now to coole, they will ere long be lapt closer together. I am both weary and in haste. I remaine

Yours to serve you S. S.
Utceter, August 13. three a clock.

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