A _Trumpeter_ taken Prisoner.
Upon the Rout of an Army there was a _Trumpeter_ made a Pris’ner, and as
the Soldiers were about to Cut his Throat; _Gentlemen_, (says he) _Why
should you Kill a Man that Kills No Body?_ You shall Die the rather for
That, cry’s one of the Company, for being so mean a Rascal, as to set
other People together by the Ears without fighting your self.
The MORAL.
_He that Provokes and Incites Mischief is the Doer of it. ’Tis the Man
that Kills Me, the Bullet is only a Passive Instrument to serve his End
that directs it._