A few days after the first interview with the other suitors at the inn,

Witherington’s ascendancy was so evident, that a rival, who imagined

he had the game within reach, was seriously alarmed, and had recourse

to stratagem to free himself from such an opponent. For this purpose

he sent for Witherington, and, with every appearance of disinterested

friendship, informed him, that he had sent for him to caution him

against further intimacy with the widow, to whom he confessed he once

paid matrimonial court, but that he had thrown her completely off since

he had discovered the measure of her guilt, and congratulated himself

upon his escape. Expressing his detestation of the character of a

defamer, and solemnly avowing the purity of his motives, he informed

Witherington, that the widow was most fickle and insincere in her

attachment, as any one might have discovered at the supper party: and,

in order to gratify this wavering inclination, she had poisoned her

last husband. He entreated him then, as he valued his own happiness

and security, to desist from prosecuting his intentions farther, and

hoped Witherington would pardon the liberty he had taken; for, hearing

his acquaintance was to end in marriage, and considering the fortunate

escape he had himself made, he was bound to prevent a stranger from

being imposed upon.

Witherington at once saw the drift of his rival, and humored him

accordingly. He seemed shocked at the baseness of the widow, and joined

the other in self-congratulation. He thanked the gentleman for his

kindly warning, and told him to leave the affair to his management,

and he would soon discover the depth of her guilt; and that as they

both seemed to have one object in view, namely, the possession of her

money, they might then be able to make what use of the circumstances

they found convenient and proper. The gentleman seemed satisfied, and

they parted for the present.

Our adventurer returning to the inn, acquainted the widow with the

whole conversation between him and the gentleman. She was greatly

incensed, declared the world was very censorious, and vowed revenge

at whatever price. Witherington judging that a rupture was about to

take place, thought it high time to take advantage of the credulous

woman; so, that evening, taking her aside, he observed to her that the

best way of revenging herself upon his rival would be, if she had any

serious intention of marrying him, to show her inclination by some mark

of her favor that might distinguish him above his rival. Glad of this

opportunity, she conveyed him into a closet, where, showing him all

her money and plate, she told him that all these were at his service,

provided he could deliver her from the importunities of the gentleman.

Witherington assured her that she might depend upon him, and, taking

his leave for the night, retired to his chamber. Here he wrote the

following letter to the widow:

“MY DEAR,

“Ever mindful of what a woman says, especially one who has been

pleased to set her affections on me, I have written this letter purely

to acquaint you that, being obliged to go to London, and the journey

being pretty long, I could not do better than make use of the money

in the closet which you were so good as to say was at my service. I

was in exceeding haste when I began to write this, so that I can spare

no more time than to request you to be sure of thinking of me till my

return.

T. WITHERINGTON.”

After writing this he went privately into the widow’s closet and

secured all her ready money, which amounted to above three hundred

pounds; then, going into the stable, saddled his horse, mounted, and

rode out at the back door, leaving the family fast asleep, and the

widow and the gentleman lover to prosecute their amours as they thought

fit.

Witherington, not yet content with the spoil obtained from the parish

and from the widow, repaired to the London road, where he perpetrated

a robbery between Acton and Uxbridge; after which he was detected and

committed to Newgate, where he led a most profligate life till the day

of his execution.

He was executed with Jonathan Woodward and James Philpot, two most

notorious housebreakers, who had once before received mercy from

king James I. upon his accession to the throne. One of the name of

Elliot, the son of a respectable lady then living, was condemned at

the same time, but afterwards pardoned. This individual, thus restored

to society by the royal clemency, afterwards became a worthy citizen

and a good Christian. Out of compassion for other criminals, and in

acknowledgment of the king’s favor, his mother, upon her death-bed,

bequeathed a handsome sum to the parish of St. Sepulchre’s in London,

upon the condition of finding a man who should always, between the

hours of eleven and twelve o’clock of the night previous to the

execution of any unhappy criminal, go under Newgate, and, giving notice

of his approach by the ringing of a bell, remind the prisoners of

their approaching end, by repeating religious exhortations, tending to

prepare them for death. Witherington and his companions in death were

the first to whom these exhortations were given; and as the design

is truly benevolent, and as they are often fraught with incalculable

blessings to the guilty, we will gratify our readers by the insertion

of them, and with this close the life of Witherington.

The person appointed, after inquiring of the criminals if they are

awake, and being answered in the affirmative, proceeds thus:

“Gentlemen, I am the unwelcome messenger who comes to inform you that

to-morrow you must die. Your time is but short, the time slides away

apace, the glass runs fast, and the last sand being now about to drop,

when you must launch out into boundless eternity, give not yourselves

to sleep, but watch and pray to gain eternal life. Repent sooner than

St. Peter, and repent before the cock crows, for now repentance is the

only road to salvation; be fervent in this great duty, and without

doubt you may to-morrow be with the penitent thief in paradise. Pray

without ceasing; quench not the spirit; abstain from all appearance of

evil; as your own wickedness hath caused all this to fall upon you, and

brought the day of tribulation near at hand, so let goodness be your

sole comfort, that your souls may find perpetual rest with your blessed

Savior who died for the sins of the world; he will wipe all tears from

your eyes, remove your sorrows, and assuage your grief, so that your

sin-sick souls shall be healed for evermore. I exhort you earnestly not

to be negligent of the work of your salvation, which depends upon your

sincere devotion betwixt this and to-morrow, when the sword of justice

shall send you out of the land of the living. Fight the good fight of

faith, and lay hold of eternal life whilst you may, for there is no

repentance in the grave. Ye have pierced yourselves with many sorrows,

but a few hours will bring you to a place where you will know nothing

but joy and gladness. Love righteousness and hate iniquity, then God,

even your God, will anoint you with the oil of gladness above your

fellows. Go now boldly to the throne of grace, that ye may obtain mercy

and find grace to help in time of need. The God of peace sanctify you

wholly! and I pray God, your whole spirits, and souls, and bodies, may

be preserved blameless, until the meeting of your blessed Redeemer!

The Lord have mercy upon you! Christ have mercy upon you! Sweet Jesus

receive your souls! and to-morrow may you sup with him in paradise!

Amen! Amen!”

Next day, when they were to die, the bell on the steeple was tolled,

and the cart stopped under the churchyard wall at St. Sepulchre’s,

where the same person related from the wall the following additional

exhortation:

“Gentlemen, consider, now you are going out of this world into another,

where you will live in happiness or woe for evermore. Make your peace

with God Almighty, and let your whole thoughts be entirely bent upon

your latter end. Cursed is he that hangeth on a tree; but it is hoped

the fatal knot will bring your precious souls to a union with the great

Creator of heaven and earth, to whom I recommend your souls, in this

your final hour of distress. Lord have mercy upon you! Christ look down

upon you and comfort you! Sweet Jesus receive your souls this day into

eternal life! Amen!”

JAMES BATSON.

This famous robber was born in the first year of James the First. It

so happens (although perhaps the circumstance is no very satisfactory

evidence of the authenticity of his adventures) that he is his

own historian; we are accordingly compelled, in default of other

particulars, to lay his auto-biography before our readers.

“I suppose,” says he, “that, according to custom, the reader will

expect some relation of my genealogy, and as I am a great admirer of

fashion, I shall gratify his curiosity. My grandfather had the good

fortune to marry a woman well skilled in vaulting and rope-dancing,

and who could act her part uncommonly well. Though above fifty years

of age, and affected with the phthisic, she died in the air. To avoid

seeing other women fly as she had done, her husband would not marry

again; but diverted himself with keeping a puppet-show in Moorfields,

deemed the most remarkable that ever had been seen in that place. My

grandfather was also so little, that the only difference between him

and his puppets was, that they spoke through a trunk, and he without

one. He was, however, so eloquent, and made such lively speeches, that

his audience were never rendered drowsy. All the apple-women, hawkers,

and fish-women, were so charmed by his wit, that they would run to hear

him, and leave their goods without any guard but their own straw hats.

“My father had two trades, or two strings to his bow; he was a painter

and a gamester, and master much alike at both; for his painting could

scarcely rise so high as a sign-post, and his hand at play was of such

an ancient date, that it could scarcely pass. He had one misfortune,

which, like original sin, he entailed upon all his children; and that

was, his being born a gentleman, which is as bad as being a poet, few

of whom escape eternal poverty.

“My mother had the misfortune to die longing for mushrooms. Besides

myself she left two daughters, both very handsome and very young;

and though I was then young myself, yet I was much better skilled in

sharping than my age seemed to promise. When the funeral sermon was

preached, the funeral rites performed, and our tears dried up, my

father returned to his daubing, my sisters to their stitching, and I

was despatched to school. I had such an excellent memory, that though

my dispositions were then what they have continued to be, yet I soon

learned as much as might have been applied to better purposes than I

have done. My tricks upon my master and my companions were so numerous,

that I obtained the honorable appellation of the Little Judas. My

avaricious disposition soon appeared, and if my covetous eyes once

beheld any thing, my invention soon put it into my possession. These,

however, I could not obtain gratis, for they cost me many a boxing bout

every day. The reports of my conduct were conveyed home, and my eldest

sister would frequently spend her white hands upon the side of my pate;

and sometimes even carried her admonitions so far, as politely to

inform me, that I would prove a disgrace to the family.

“It was my good fortune, however, not to be greatly agitated by her

remonstrances, which went in at the one ear and out at the other. It

happened, however, that my adventures were so numerous, and daily

increasing in their magnitude, that I was dismissed the school with

as much solemnity as if it had been by beat of drum. After giving me

a complete drubbing, my father carried me to a barber, in order to be

bound as his apprentice. I was first sent to the kitchen, where my

mistress soon provided me with employment, by showing me a parcel of

dirty clothes, informing me, that it made part of the apprentice’s work

to clean them: ‘Jemmy,’ said she, ‘mind your heels, there’s a good

boy!’ I hung down my head, tumbled all the clouts into a trough, and

washed them as well as I could. I so managed the matter, that I was

soon discarded from my office, which was very fortunate for me, for it

would have put an end to Jemmy in less than a fortnight.

“The third day of my apprenticeship, my master having just given me

a note to receive money, there came into the shop a ruffian with a

pair of whiskers, and told my master he would have them turned up.

The journeyman not being at hand, my master began to turn them up

himself and desired me to heat the irons. I complied, and just as he

had turned up one whisker, there happened a quarrel in the street,

and my master ran out to learn the cause. The scuffle lasting long,

and my master desirous to see the end as well as the beginning of the

bustle, the spark was all the time detained in the shop, with the one

whisker ornamented, and the other hanging down like an aspen leaf. In

a harsh tone he asked me, if I understood my trade; and I, thinking

it derogatory to my understanding to be ignorant, boldly replied that

I did; ‘Why, then,’ said he, ‘turn up this whisker for me, or I shall

go into the street as I am, and kick your master.’ I was unwilling

to be detected in a lie, and deeming it no difficult matter to turn

up a whisker, never showed the least concern, but took up one of the

irons, that had been in the fire ever since the commencement of the

street bustle, and having nothing to try it on, and willing to appear

expeditious, I took a comb, stuck it into his bristly bush, and clapped

the iron to it: no sooner did they meet, than there arose a smoke, as

if it had been out of a chimney, with a whizzing noise, and in a moment

all the hair vanished. He exclaimed furiously, ‘Thou son of a thousand

dogs! dost thou take me for St. Lawrence, that thou burnest me alive!’

With that he let fly such a bang at me, that the comb dropped out of my

hand, and I could not avoid, in the fright, laying the hot iron close

along his cheek: this made him give such a shriek as shook the whole

house, and he, at the same time, drew his sword to send me to the other

world. I, however, recollecting the proverb, that ‘One pair of heels is

worth two pair of hands,’ ran so nimbly into the street, and fled so

quickly from that part of the town, that though I was a good runner, I

was amazed when I found myself about a mile from home, with the iron in

my hand, and the remainder of the whisker sticking to it. As fortune

would have it, I was near the dwelling of the person who was to pay the

note my master gave me: I went and received the money, but deemed it

proper to detain it in lieu of my three days’ wages.

“This money was all exhausted in one month, when I was under the

necessity of returning to my father’s house. Before arriving there, I

was informed, that he was gone to the country to receive a large sum

of money which was due him, and therefore went boldly in, as if the

house had been my own. My grave sisters received me very coldly, and

severely blamed me for the money which my father paid for my pranks.

Maintaining, however, the honor of my birthright, I kept them at

considerable distance. The domestic war being thus prolonged, I one day

lost temper, and was resolved to make them feel the consequences of

giving me sour beer; and, though the dinner was upon the table, I threw

the dish at my eldest sister, and the beer at the younger, overthrew

the table, and marched out of doors on a ramble. Fortunately, however,

I was interrupted in my flight by one who informed me, that my father

was dead, and in his testament had very wisely left me sole heir and

executor. Upon this I returned, and soon found the tones and tempers

of my sisters changed, in consequence of the recent news. I sold the

goods, collected the debts, and feasted all the rakes in town, until

not one farthing remained.

“One evening, a party of my companions carried me along with them,

and, opening the door of a certain house, conveyed from thence some

trunks, which a faithful dog perceiving, he gave the alarm. The people

of the house attacked the robbers, who threw down their burdens to

defend themselves: meanwhile, I skulked into a corner all trembling.

The watch made their appearance, and seeing three trunks in the street,

two men dangerously wounded, and myself standing at a small distance,

they seized me as one concerned in the robbery. Next day I was ordered

to a place of confinement, and could find no friend to bail me from

thence. In ten days I was tried, and my defences being frivolous and

unsatisfactory, I was about to be hoisted up by the neck, and sent out

of the world in a swinging manner, when a reprieve came, and in two

months a full pardon.

“After this horrible fright, (for I was not much disposed to visit

the dwelling of my grandfather,) I commenced travelling merchant,

and, according to my finances, purchased a quantity of wash-balls,

toothpicks, and tooth-powders. Pretending that they came from Japan,

Peru, or Tartary, and extolling them to the skies, I had a good sale,

particularly among the gentry of the playhouse. Upon a certain day, one

of the actresses, a beautiful woman of eighteen, and married to one

of the actors, addressed me, saying, ‘she had taken a liking to me,

because I was a confident, sharp, forward youth; and therefore, if I

would serve her, she would entertain me with all her heart; and that,

when the company were strolling, I might beat the drum and stick up

the bills.’ Deeming it an easier mode of moving through the world, I

readily consented, only requesting two days to dispose of my stock, and

to settle all my accounts.

“In my new profession my employments were various, some of which,

though not very pleasant, I endeavored to reconcile myself to, inasmuch

as they were comparatively better than my former. In a little time, I

became more acquainted with the tempers of my master and mistress, and

became so great a favorite, that fees and bribes replenished my coffers

from all expectants and authors who courted their favor. Unfortunately,

however, one day, in their absence, I was invited by some of the party

to take a walk, and, going into a tavern, commenced playing at cards,

till my last farthing was lost. Determined, if possible, to be revenged

of my antagonist, I requested time to run home for more money: it was

readily granted. I ran and seized an article belonging to my mistress,

pawned it for a small sum, which soon followed my other stores. But

evils seldom come alone: I was in this situation not only deprived of

my money, but also obliged to decamp.”

The next adventure of Batson was to enlist as a soldier. It happened,

however, that his captain cheating him out of his pay, caused a

grievous quarrel. Batson soon found that it was dangerous to reside

in Rome and strive with the pope. His captain, upon some pretence of

improper conduct, had him apprehended, tried, and condemned to be

hanged. The cause of this harsh treatment was a very simple one: “For,”

says Batson, “I was one day drinking with a soldier, and happened

to fall out about a lie given. My sword unluckily running into his

throat, he kicked up his heels, through his own fault, for he ran upon

my point, so that he may thank his own hastiness.” Upon this our hero

says, “As if it had been a thing of nothing, or as a matter of pastime,

they gave sentence that I should be led in state along the streets,

then mounted upon a ladder, kick up my heels before all the people,

and take a swing in the open air, as if I had another life in my

knapsack. A notary informed me of this sentence, who was so generous

that he requested no fee, nor any expenses for his trouble during the

trial. The unfeeling gaoler desired me to make my peace with my Maker,

without giving me one drop to cheer my desponding heart. Informed of

my melancholy condition, a compassionate friar came to prepare me for

another world, since the inhabitants of this were so ready to bid me

farewell. When he arrived, he inquired for the condemned person. I

answered, ‘Father, I am the man, though you do not know me.’ He said,

‘Dear child, it is now time for you to think of another world, since

sentence is passed, and, therefore, you must employ the short time

allowed you in confessing your sins, and asking forgiveness of your

offences.’ I answered, ‘Reverend father, in obedience to the commands

of the church, I confess but once in the year, and that is in Lent;

but if, according to the human laws, I must atone with my life for

the crime I have committed, your reverence, being so learned, must be

truly sensible that there is no divine precept which says, “Thou shall

not eat or drink;” and therefore, since it is not contrary to the law

of God, I desire that I may have meat and drink, and then we will

discourse of what is best for us both; for I am in a Christian country,

and plead the privilege of sanctuary.’

“The good friar was much moved at finding me so jocular when I ought to

be so serious, and began to preach to me a loud and a long sermon upon

the parable of the lost sheep, and the repentance of the good thief.

But the charity bells that ring when criminals are executed knolling in

mine ears, made a deeper impression than the loud and impressive voice

of the friar. I therefore kneeled down before my ghostly father, and

cleared the store-house of my sins, and poured forth a dreadful budget

of iniquity. He then gave me his blessing, and poor Batson seemed

prepared to take his flight from a world of misfortunes and insults.

“But, having previously presented a petition to the marquis D’Este,

then commanding officer, he at that critical moment called me before

him. He, being a merciful man, respited my sentence, and sent me to the

galleys for ten years. Some friends farther interfered, and informed

the marquis, that the accusation and sentence against me were effected

by the malice of the captain, who was offended because I had insisted

for the whole of my listing money. The result was that he ordered me to

be set at liberty, to the disappointment of my captain, together with

that of the multitude and the executioner.

“The deadly fright being over, and my mind restored to tranquillity,

I went forth to walk, and to meditate upon what method I was now to

pursue in the rugged journey of life. Every man has his own fortune,

and, as good luck would have it, I again met with a recruiting officer,

who enlisted me, and, from partiality, took me home to his own

quarters. The cook taking leave of the family, I was interrogated if I

understood any thing in that line. To this I replied, as usual, in the

affirmative, and was accordingly installed into the important office of

a cook.

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