A letter for a Christian family. Directed to all true Christians to read. Which being sealed up in heart and mind, nothing but truth in it you'l find. [Both] old and young, both rich and poor, beat it in mind, keep it in store: and think upon the time to come, for time doth pass, the grass doth run, therefore whilst thou hast time and space, call to the Lord above for grace, then he will surely thee defend, and thou shalt make a happy end. To the tune of, The godly mans instruction.

Protestant Unity , The best Policy to defeat Popery , all its Bloody Practices . OR , Englands Happiness under such a Blessing . A Pleasant New SONG . Would England ever blest and happy be , It must be done by perfect Unity , Let Protestants in all things then agree . Then Rome shall fail like Lightning from the Sky , And all her plots shall soon Expire and Dye , Whilst we do prosper , and her Rage de●e . To the Tune of , Now new the Fight 's done , &c.

NOw Plots upon Plots makes the Iesuits smile Who do think our Nation at last to beguile ; Whilst Divisions grow rise , and Crowding come in Whilst Schismaticks Clamour and rail at the sin Which themselves have contriv'd , for here it is plain They were wheeling the Kingdoms to Forty again . Whilst thus we 'r divided , the Pope has his will , And thinks that at last he his Goffers shall fill ; With Protestant Plunder to make him amends , For the infinite store that he yearly expends To raise War and Blood-shed , and to carry on His private designs , to the Devil best known . For he 's his Grand Counsellour , who so oft try'd The way for to Conquer , is first to divide ; For England United , not Rome , no nor Hell , Have the power for to shake , nor once for to quell Ourselves are the causers still of all our woe , Whilst Protestants Protestants , seek to o're throw . Read but the Scriptures , and there you will find , A Kingdom divided could never yet stand ; Then see all those whose Brains they did s●me , With the hearts of Sedition , or have har'd to presume To think ill of their King , let them do so no more , But a pardon of mercy , and goodness implore . Which will grieve to the heart our Blood seeking for , Who for this hundred years has sought our Woe By Plots and devices , then let us agree , Let Presbyter yield unto just Monarchy ; Beneath whose Protection they happy may Live , And stiff-neck'd Baptists their Errors retrive . When a King that 's so gracious does over us reign , What good man has reason or cause to complain ? No there 's none , for all such may happily live , And enjoy peace and plenty which Heaven does give : By Union our Church so firm founded will stand , That in vain all her foes then against her may band . Let Religious Cavels that late have been bred , All cease that the feet they may joyn with the head ; And cordially let each his Loyalty prove , By striving to conquer each other in Love : And let kind Union Alleigeance create , That the King and his Kingdoms may ever be great . Then shall proud France no more 〈◊〉 to frown , Least our bold Armies should take her pride down ; We conquering Ensigns to Rome might extend , If each man was faithful and true to his friend ; There ●ounhive the old Pope and his Crew , And lead them in Triumph New London to view . The object of Envy at which they still aim , And wish that once more they cou'd see it in Flame ; But in vain they might wish it once we agree , To support the great Throne of true Majesty : To Maugre all Christendom , as we have done , When by strict Union the Nation was one . Then let each Se● their pretenees lay down , And to him submit that does wear Englands Crown ; And let us like Brethren in strict Amity , To root out the Pope and his Agents agree : That the Nations may happy remain and be blest Whilst we are of plenty and pleasure possess . Then that proud Monarch past doubt we might awe , Who undertakes to give Christendom Law ; And live in safety in spight of the Power Or that Starlet Whore who does seek to devour Our Lives and our Fortunes , to which we make way , When our King and his Laws we dare disobey . On such weak pretences as are not worth name Then who but your selves have you reason to blame ? If Popery thrives and the upper-hand get , Whilst murmuring against a good King you do sit ; Under whose Reign you so happy might be , Then cease such Division , and let us agree .