any Papist as they call them, Priests nor lay-man, but that they and I, and all true Catholicks, owe our lives to the defence of our Lawful King, which our Present Soveraign, Charles the Second is, whom God long and happily preserve so. These sorts of Doctrines agreeing to my Publick Morralls, and no way as ever I was taught, contradicting my Private ones, Commending at the same time to me, Charity and Devotion, I without any scruple, have hitherto followed Glorying to myself to be in Communion with those_ (papistas innuendo) _who were the humble Instruments of his Majesties happy Preservation, from the fatall Battel at Worcester, and whom though poor, no Temptation could invite, to betray him to those, who, by a pretended Protestant principle, sought his Innocent blood. These truths I hope may satisfy any indifferent person in my first Change, nor can they wonder at my continuance therein, notwithstanding the Horrid Crimes of Treason and Murther laid to the charge of some persons considerable, for their quallity and fortunes in that party. For when I reflected who were the witnesses, and what unlikely things they deposed, and observ'd, that many of the chiefest Sticklers for the Plot, were those, or the Sons of those, that acted the principal parts in the last Tragedy, which History told me too, had the Prologue of a pretended Popish Plot. I say, these things made me doubtful of the whole; and the more I search'd for Truth, the more I doubted that the old Enemies of the Crown were again at work for its destruction. I being fully confirm'd in this, thought it my duty, through all sorts of hazards, to relieve the Poor Imprison'd Catholicks, who in great numbers were locked up in Gaoles, starving for want of bread, and this I did some months before I ever saw the Countess of Powis or any of those Honourable persons that were accused, or receiving one penny of their mony directly or indirectly, till about the latter end of January, (78) the Prisoners increasing very much._ Et in alia parte ejusdem libelli (inter alia) continentur hæc falsa ficta et scandalosa verba scilicet. _About this time I went daily to the prisons to perform those offices of Charity I was oblig'd to, And on Thursday, January the 9th, (78) I Din'd in Newgate in the Room called the Castle on the Master's side Debtors, and about four in the afternoon, I came down into the Lodge with five Women, of which three were Protestants, and we all heard Terrible Grones and Squeeks which came out of the Dungeon, called the Condemned Hole. I asked Harris the Turnkey, what Dole-full cry it was, he said, it was a Woman in Labour. I bid him put us into the Room to her, and we would help her, but he drove us away very rudely, both out of the Lodge, and from the door; we went behind the Gate, and there lissened, and soon found that it was the voice