The New Hampshire Gazette And Historical Chronicle

From the PUBLIC ADVERTISER.

To the PRINTER.

SIR,

In searching among some old papers, which had been in the Cromwell family, I found a writing which appeared to me to be a copy of the very words which Oliver spoke to the Members of the Long Parliament when he turned them out of the House; and as it is a great curiosity; I have sent it to you, exactly as it is written for publication.

Yours, &c. T. IRETON.

Spoken by OLIVER CROMWELL when he put an end to the Long Parliament.

It is high time for me to put an end to your sitting in this place, which ye have dishonoured by your contempt of all virtue, and defiled by your practice of every vice. Ye are a factious crew, and enemies to all good government. Ye are a pack of mercenary wretches, and would, like Esau, sell your country for a mess of pottage; and like Judas, betray your GOD for a few pieces of money. Is there a single virtue now remaining amongst you? Is there one vice you do not possess? Ye have no more religion than my horse; Gold is your GOD. Which of you have not bartered away your consciences for bribes? Is there a man amongst you that hath the least care for the good of the commonwealth? Ye sordid prostitutes! have ye not defiled this sacred place, & turned the Lord's temple into a den of thieves? By your immoral principles, and wicked practices, ye are grown intolerable odious to the whole nation: You, who were deputed Here by the people to get their grievances redressed, are yourselves become their greatest grievance, Your country therefore calls upon me to cleanse this Augean stable, by putting a final period to your iniquitous proceedings in this house; and which, by GOD's help, and the strength he hath given me, I am now come to do: I command ye therefore, upon the peril of your lives, to depart immediately out of this place. Go! get ye out! make haste! ye venal slaves be gone! Go! take away that shining bauble there, and lock up the doors.