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A LETTER FROM THE QUAKERS TO THE Mayor and Sheriffs OF BRISTOL.
WE have weekly the afflicting News of your Merciless Cruelty towards our Innocent Friends, and though their sober Carriage, their inoffensive Actions, their regular Walkings, their upright Dealings, and their circumspect Lives, might merit far better usage from you, yet you go on to Persecute them even to Death, and with so much violence as justly gives us cause to believe you Glory in your Shame. You have no regard to their Innocence, whilst the Proud Papists struts a∣mongst you like a Jay on a Perch unpunished, for whom the rigour of the Law was chiefly intended, the distressed Diffenting Protestants are the subjects of your Fury. These are the people that must endure your severity. Why? Whats the matter? Only this, they love their God better than you, they love their King better than you, and they are more obedient to Gods Laws than you: would they Swear, Drink, Curse, Whore, and Prophane the Sabbath, as too many of your Tory Tribe do, you would hug them in your Arms, put them in your Bosoms, and lay them close to your Hearts: they would be as the Apple of your Eye: would they but Conform to your Vices, and Equalize your Debauches, you would not value whether they Conformed to the Laws or not; but here's the reason why you vent your Gall, and spit your Poyson at them, they are more Righteous than you. They hate Swearing, Perjury, and Lying, they abominate the too frequent Vices that Mount the present Stage. Were they men of no Religion, but would live like Atheists or Heathens, you would give them no disturbance: but because they are careful to please God, and fearful to offend the King, because they make a Conscience of their Words and