The ready way of confuting Mr. Baxter a specimen of the present mode of…

II. In the Preface to the Life of Dr. Heylin are these Words.

Mr. Baxter may be pleased to call to mind, what was done to one Major Jennings, the last War, in that Fight that was between Lyndsel and Longford, in the County of Salop; where the Kings Party, having unfortunately the worst of the Day, the poor Man was stripped almost naked, and left ⟨p. 5⟩for dead in the Field: But Mr. Baxter, and one Lieutenant Hurdman, taking their Walk among the wounded and dead Bodies, perceived some Life left in the Major, and Hurdman run him through the Body in cold Blood; Mr. Baxter all the while looking on, and taking off with his own Hand, the Kings Picture from about his Neck; telling him, as he was swimming in his Gore, That he was a Popish Rogue, and that was his Crucifix: Which Picture was kept by Mr. Baxter for many Years, till it was got from him (but not without much difficulty) by one Mr. Somerfield, who then lived with Sir Thomas Rous, and generously restored it to the poor man, now alive at Wick near Pershore in Worcestershire, although at the Fight supposed to be dead: being, after the Wounds given him, dragged up and down the Field by the merciless Soldiers; Mr. Baxter approving of the inhumanity, by feeding his Eyes with so bloody, and so barbarous a Spectacle.

Mr. Baxter may be pleased to call to mind, what was done to one Major Jennings, the last War, in that Fight that was between Lyndsel and Longford, in the County of Salop; where the Kings Party, having unfortunately the worst of the Day, the poor Man was stript almost naked, and left ⟨p. 5⟩for dead in the Field: But Mr. Baxter, and one Lieutenant Hurdman, taking their Walk among the wounded and dead Bodies, perceived some Life left in the Major, and Hurdman run him through the Body in cold Blood; Mr. Baxter all the while looking on, and taking off with his own Hand, the Kings Picture from about his Neck; telling him, as he was swiming in his Goar, That he was a Popish Rogue, and that was his Crucifix: Which Picture was kept by Mr. Baxter for many Years, till it was got from him (but not without much difficulty) by one Mr. Somerfield, who then lived with Sir Thomas Rous, and generously restored it to the poor man, now alive at Wick near Pershore in Worcestershire, although at the Fight supposed to be dead: being, after the Wounds given him, drag'd up and down the Field by the merciless Souldiers; Mr. Baxter approving of the inhumanity, by feeding his Eyes with so bloody, and so barbarous a Spectacle.