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exit of my poor countryman Dr. Clench, both 

 for his own sake, whom I knew, and for that of 

 the public too, that such barbarous practices 

 are got in amongst us. If that work of dark- 

 ness dawns since into any clearer light, gladden 

 my eyes with it I pray ; and tell who that Har- 

 rison is who was under misprision of the bloody 

 deed. 



** My paper is almost spent : but I must not 

 forget to desire you (who gave us the first notice 

 of the thing) to remember my kind respects 

 and thanks to Sir Richard Raines (when you 

 meet him) and his good lady, for the noble pre- 

 sent which they sent me. God reward them 

 for it and bless them. Ohe! jam satis est, 

 Claudite jam vivos — sat prata hiherunt. What 

 remains I adjourn to another day ; and with my 

 most hearty affection subscribe myself, 



*' Yours, 



*' W. C." 



In the spring of the year 1692, while Arch- 

 bishop Sancroft was enjoying his peaceful re- 

 tirement, rejoicing at his escape from the 

 tumults of the great world, and smiling at the 

 reports which his enemies were busy in spread- 

 ing, respecting his engaging in plots against the 

 state, a forgery of singular atrocity was com- 



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