Your excellency can’t but be sensible how great sufferers we have been by the substracting of the _Gallican_ church from the lash of our authority; and it was no small amputation we suffered in the _Spanish Netherlands_, by the improvident proceeding of that rash commander the duke of _Alva_: If now you submit thus quietly to the administration of _France_, I cannot but apprehend an universal extention of that powerful and profitable institution. Next to my own society, I look upon it to be the basis of the _Romish_ monarchy, and undoubtedly of your own, and of the _Austrian_ greatness. How are your liberties trampled upon by a child, and all your dons led captives to _Versailles_? Where is the antient valour and obstinacy of the _Moorish_ blood? Where are the poisons and the poniards so frequent in _Madrid_? Is _Spain_ brought so low that she has not resolution enough for one feeble effort, to save herself from infamy and ruin? Your arms were always unsuccessful against the _English_ nation; the greatness of your misery points out still the memorable, the very deplorable overthrow in eighty eight: There is a queen again upon that crown, willing and able to protect you as well as others, and it may be in rubricks of fate, that as one queen brought down the pride of the haughty _Spaniards_, so the other shall humble _France_ as much, even when it is in its most tow’ring glory. But whatever be the destiny of _France_, you ought to look after yourselves, and not by an untimely accession of your powers to that of so formidable a monarch, intangle yourselves in an inextricable ruin, by so much the more unpardonable as you might easily have prevented it. Shew the world then that a _French_ lion can’t thrive in a _Spanish_ soil, and dart forth the lightning of the inquisition against all that adhere to the _Gallic_ interest and connive at the ruin of the _Spanish_ grandeur. Exert yourself and swim hither in a sea of blood, and may your cruelties succeed. _Alderman_ FLOYER _to Sir_ HUMPHERY EDWIN.