It is a day much like any other in the past two years, meaning the Streets and the Booksellers are crawling with rumors and news, as an filthy bed does Lice, to wit:

That Parliament intents to assess the Pewter of every household in London, Westminster, and the Suburbs, and lay Excise taxes thereon. This is Not True; and Parliament as ordered that the Authors of these malignant rumors be discovered, apprehended, and brought before the House, there to receive their just Punishment.

There is a great quantity of Arms, Ordnance, and Ammunition, in Bristol, for conveyance to Wales, for the use of the Marquis of Hertford, recently impeached for High Treason, against the Parliament. This is a True. The Mayor of Bristol, &c have been ordered to Discover the munitions, and not allow them to be transported to Wales. They will meet with small Success in this regard; the estimable Paige having already seized it, and sequestered in my Warehouse; from which I will convey to Col Hampden in Worcester.