_A Leathern Portmantle Lost at_ Sittingburn _or_ Rochester, _when his Majesty came thither, wherein was a Suit of Camolet Holland, with two little laces in a seam, eight pair of white Gloves, and a pair of Does leather; about twenty yards of skie-colourd Ribbon twelvepenny broad, and a whole piece of black Ribbon tenpenny broad, a cloath lead-coloured cloak, with store of linnen; a pair of shooes, slippers, a Montero, and other things; all which belong to a Gentleman (a near servant to His Maiesty) who hath been too long Imprisoned and Sequestered to be now robbed when all men hope to enjoy their own. If any can give notice, they may leave word with_ Mr. Samuel Merne, _His Majesties Book-binder, at his house in Little Britain, and they shall be thankfully rewarded._ The king had not been "in" a month ere his habits appear through the public papers. The _Mercurius Politicus_ is now turned courtier, and has changed its name to the _Mercurius Publicus_. Its columns, indeed, are entirely under the direction of the king, and, instead of slashing articles against malignants, degenerates into a virulent oppressor of the Puritans, and a vehicle for inquiries after his majesty's favourite dogs that have been stolen. In the number for June 28th, 1660, for instance, we find the following advertisement:-- [Hand] A smooth black DOG, less than a Grey-hound, with white under his breast, belonging to the Kings Majesty, was taken from Whitehall, the eighteenth day of this instant _June_, or thereabouts. If any one can give notice to _John Ellis_, one of his Majesties servants, or to his Majesties Back-Stairs, shall be well rewarded for their labour. It is evident that "the smooth black dog" was a very great favourite, for the next publication of the journal contains another advertisement with respect to him, printed in larger Italic type, the diction of which, from its pleasant raillery, looks as though it had come from the king's own hand:-- [Hand] _We must call upon you again for a Black Dog, between a Grey-hound and a Spaniel, no white about him, onely a streak on his Brest, and Tayl a little bobbed. It is His Majesties own Dog, and doubtless was stoln, for the Dog was not born nor bred in_ England, _and would never forsake his Master. Whosoever findes him may acquaint any at Whitehal, for the Dog was better known at Court than those who stole him. Will they never leave robbing His Majesty? must he not keep a Dog? This Dogs place (though better than some imagine) is the only place which nobody offers to beg._