BE it known unto all People both in City and Countrey, That there is lately strayed from Walling­ford House a certain pious Lieutenant General, whose Description take as followeth, and what you are to do with him, you shall hear anon.

He hath a head like to the head of a certain beast, which Adam, for certain Reasons best known to himself, did call an Ass. His Hair came off with being much stroak'd on the head by old Oliver for good Boys tricks, so that he wears a Perrywig. This Perrywig was made of the Locks which Dalilah cut from Samsons shoulders; from whence you may observe that he is no more a Nazarite than he is a Small-coal-man; nor indeed so much, for he can never be a Nazarite, but he may in time be a Small-coal-man. Had he not been knockt in the Cradle, he would never have been knockt in his life, for he always kept out of dan­ger; but he had a sound knock in his Cradle, which hath caused an extraordinary soft place in his head; which bred such a debility of his animal Faculties, that had not the Lord assisted him, he could never have held out so long. His Eyes are like those of Solomons Mistress, that is to say, like the Fish-pooles of Heshbon. At each corner he hath two Sluces, and he can drown his Cheeks with as much ease, as they can drown the Lands about Hull. Had he liv'd in the time of Noah, he could not have bin one of the eight, for that his tears would have gone near to have drown'd the Ark it self. Though he be much given to grunting, yet his Nose is not so good as a Hogs, for that he never could smell which way the Winde intended to blow in his life. He hath lately got a Mark in his forehead, occasioned by the slimy moisture which the Rebuking-Angel spit so fiercely in his face. He hath a Tongue that can tell a world of Knavery, if he pleases, and is famous for many particular and secret Conferences with God Almighty: however, 'tis for all that as double as a great Marygold, and his heart and it are professed enemies, for there is a perpetual spirit of contradiction between them one towards another: I confess 'tis none of the Eloquentest that ever made Harangues, therefore let no man strive for it, as the several Cities did for the Birth of Homer; If it had as many blisters upon it, as it hath told lies, 't would look like a piece of Red Sattin embroidered with white Beads. His head is boar'd directly through from one ear to another, so that you may shoot Pease through his head, as through a Trunk. And this is done with great policy, that what ever he hears may with more conveniency pass in at one ear, and out at t'other. Truly by his hearing and seeing, he should be a kinde of Mole; for he hears every thing with much attention, and very exactly; but when he comes to the politick Mazes, and crafty Underminings of Government, there is no Mole so blinde; so that it is to be wondred at, that he did not make use of a Dog and a Bell, to lead him through those kinde of Intricacies. His Beard is not much, but if it were ten times more, 't would never make him a Philosopher. The bigness of his Heart will never give him the Sirname of Ceur de Lyon, for 'tis no bigger than a Pigeons Egge, yet 'tis as full of chinks and crannies as an old forsaken Apple­loft; and I'le warrant ye you may finde many a six-pence, and many a shilling swallowed up in it. He hath a very obedient will, and, as if the first curse of women were upon him, his desire was always toward those that ruled over him: He fulfils one part of Christs Commandement, but not the other; for he is as meek as a Dove, but not so subtile as a Serpent. He hath a broad Back, and a great Saddle upon it, which he never left off since the Protector put it on, that was when he first manag'd him; which he did so well, that the gentle Beast would not afterwards refuse any man that pleased to get up into the Stirrup. His Fingers are not half so learned as Davids, for God never taught them to fight; but on his Heels he hath wings, as you finde Mercury pictur'd, and he hath an excellent faculty of using them: for all the world is to know that he hath left off his boyish custom of Crying and Fighting. This man was once our devout Lieutenant General, and he had two Centinels standing at his door, but now the Scene's alter'd, and contrary to the usual way, he hath left his Guard, to secure himself. If any man can bring tydings where he is, he may; if he won't, he may let it alone.