Ordinary of Newgate Prison:
Ordinary's Accounts: Biographies of Executed Convicts

27th June 1720

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27th June 1720


THE Ordinary of NEWGATE HIS ACCOUNT OF The Behaviours, Confessions, and Last Dying Words of the Malefactors that were Executed at Tyburn on Monday the 27th of June, 1720 .

SOME time before the Execution of the Malefactors, the Sermon, commonly called the Condemnation Sermon, was preach'd by Me from the following Words,

Woe unto Us that We have Sinned! Lament. 5. 16.

We took Occasion from the Words to illustrate the following Things. First, We considered the Woe in General that Man is by Nature born to.

Secondly, The Woe of Sinners in particular.

Thirdly and Lastly, I advised All to make this Exclamation in time: But those in particular who had so particularly Sinn'd.

First, The Woe in General that Man is by Nature born to.

How great a Misfortune is Original Sin! We are Heirs of an Eternal Death, even before we enter on a Temporal Life: Condemned before we are Born. Adam entail'd Misfortunes upon Us; Nor can we accuse him for it, since any of us wou'd have acted the same: If he in a nobler Condition did it, much more we in a depraved Estate; If he who conversed with God so fell, then much more We, who are Conversant with a World of Vanity.

WHAT then is Man! In our Infancy, the Time of Innocence, We nothing differ, but in Shape, from the Brutes; And as we enter the World, give a Presage, by Tears, of our ensuing Miseries.

When at Youth we arrive, We are overwhelmed with headstrong Passions, one rowling on the Neck of Another. We are untamed Beasts, that go not but as driven by Rods and Scourges.

When we have got over this turbulent State of Youth, We launch out into all the Cares of Life. The Care of our Families wasts Us within, Ill-Neighbours and Suits of Law distract Us without; The World entices Us to Voluptuousness; The Flesh torments Us with wild Desires; The Devil urges Us to every Sin alike; till we cry out in this tormenting Conflict, with the Psalmist, Woe is me, that I am constrain'd to dwell in Mesech, and to have my Habitation in the Tents of Kedar.

To what Refuge should Man fly in this weary World of Woes. For where is the City that is void of Faction? Where is the Village that is




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