I am sensible news from another world to a man of curiosity, cannot but be acceptable: I shall therefore proceed to give you some account how our party (who are very numerous) fare in these sultry dominions, towards which I hope in a little time, you will set forward on your journey. My quondam master _Oliver Cromwell_, of ever famous memory, to whom upon earth, you must know, I was not only chaplain in ordinary, but as well jester to his excellency, an honour which I hear most noblemen confer upon the black robe, now good old house-keeping, and the party-colour’d coat are quite thrown out of fashion: My master, I say, who in honour to his _exit_, was fetch’d away out of the upper world in a whirlwind, and conducted into these parts with all the solemnities of an usurper, was establish’d in a notable post at his first admittance into _Pluto_’s court, in which eminent employment (that like a faithful servant follow’d him) I found him, to my great satisfaction. _Alecto_, one of the furies, having taken a surfeit with over-flogging _Guido Vaux_ (which is a ceremony perform’d here in publick every fifth of _November_) for discovering the _Gun-Powder-Treason-Plot_, and defeating that notable design, which by the indefatigable industry of the most skilful politicians on this side _Acheron_, was so hopefully projected: and fearing some disorders should arise in our infernal common-wealth for want of strict discipline, my old master _Oliver_ was pitch’d on to be deputy-firker to the sick beldam, and a scorpion-rod was accordingly presented him, with all the usual ceremonies of so grand an instalment. This news of his advancement was so terrible a conflict to the cavalier part, who dreading the severity of his correction, petition’d _Pluto_ to remove him, but to no purpose; which insolence so inflam’d my cholerick master, that his nose swell’d as big at the end as an apple-dumpling, and look’d as fiery red (to the terror of those that came under his lash) as if his magnificent gigg had been a living salamander, so that wherever he met with a cavalier, he did so firk and jirk him, that _Busby_ was never a greater terror to a blockhead, or the _Bridewell_ flog-master to a night-walking strumpet, than he at this day to a high-flyer or a Jacobite. Great regard has been shewn by his infernal majesty, to all that in _forty eight_ were members of the high court of justice; some are made master and wardens of the devil’s mint, for the coining of new sins; some commissioners of the temptation-office; others, barons of the diabolical stinkports; and particularly sollicitor-general _Cook_ is made lord-keeper of hell’s punishments; and _Bradshaw_ and _Ireton_, two of his imperial smuttiness’s privy-counsellors: So that all the posts of honour and preferment in these lower regions are in the hands of our party, hoping those of the same kidney who live over our heads, enjoy the like advantages, as we