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A Copy of the Remonstrance of the Sieur Vincent, to the King of Great Britain, drawn out of his own Journals.
SIR,
THE Grief which obliges us to fill the Ears of Your Majesty with our Cries, and to Reiterate them so often, ought to be extream to the last Degree. Behold us now, Sir, prostrate at your Feet, to Wash them with our Tears, and God Almighty Grant, that we do not in a little time, come to Sigh out our last Breath, with the News of the Desolation of our City. We know not how, Sir, to conceal it from You, the Sence we have of Her being at Her last Gasp, puts us into Despair; seeing the Succours which Your Majesty hath made us hope would be ready, hath been deferred from day to day for many Weeks together.
SIR, the City of Rochell did by us beg of You, with all the Humility they were capable of Expressing, to receive them into your Protection, and You as Solemnly agreed to it; since they have had at divers times, all the Assurances possible, as well from your own Month, as under the Hand of Your Majesty, that you would never abandon them: Whereupon by a Miracle of Constancy, they have held our hitherto firm a whole Year, contending with the Horrours of a most gastly Famine, that thereby they might give Your Majesty, full leisure to send them the Succours You were graci∣ously pleased to promise them; and thus constant and unshaken were they, even when all Europe, believed they ought to have despaired, in that after they had Relief, as they thought seve∣ral days in their sight, it returned without effecting, or attempting any thing. And though our Enemies have from