THE Ordinary of NEWGATE HIS ACCOUNT OF The Behaviour, Confessions, and Last Dying Words of the Malefactors that were Executed at Tyburn on Wednesday the 13th of April. 1720 .

ON Sunday April 10 , in the Afternoon, I preach'd to the 6 Persons that were executed the Wednesday following , from these Words;

Let me dye the Death of the Righteous, And let my last End be like his! (Numb. 23. latter part of the 10th ver.)

I first drew an Observation from this Exclamation of Baalam the false Prophet, viz. That there cannot be in the World any real, but only pretended, Atheists. Was there such a Monster in Nature as a speculative Atheist, The very Stones, on which the Being of a God is impress'd, would sure arise and proclaim him accursed. We feel the Deity moving in our Breasts; and he who denies a God, as he would dye like the must surely be form'd like them, This is a Truth, rather written in our Hearts, than discover'd by our Reason; rather presented to Us by Nature, than instill'd by Instruction.

Men therefore must pretend to be Atheists, to show that they have Sense enough to dissent from the vulgar Opinion: But this may be call'd, going wisely to Hell. Or else they strive to disbelieve a God, because their Conscience bids them be desirous there should be none: But this is as if a Man should take a Dose of Opium, then lay him on the Sands to sleep where the Tide was to flow. By how much Hell is more dangerous than the Sea; by how much the Soul is more valuable than the Body; by so much is the Sinner more foolish than the Sluggard.

In illustrating the Text, I went over the following Particulars.

1st. We consider'd what Reason all Men have to covet the Death of the Righteous.

For let a Man have Solomon's Wisdom, and the Grandeur of Nehuchadnezzar, would he not slight it all on his Death-bed for a Moments ease of Mind? Let a Man raise Piramids to his Name, and Temples to his Glory; yet if he dies not the Death of the Righteous, poor Comfort alas! to have his Name in Renown upon Earth, while his Soul is in Tortures in Hell.

I beleive the very Greatest wicked Man, at the Hour of Death, reflected on the Happiness that lives in the Homely Dwellings of the Peasant; Happy the Beggar, who can think of Heaven with Peace, Happy