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 19th of September 1720 .

ON Sunday, September 18th , being the Day before their Execution, I preached to the Seven Malefactors.

Cast away from you all your Trangressions, whereby Ye have Transgressed; and make you a new Heart and a new Spirit; for why will ye dye, O House of Israel?

For I have no Pleasure in the Death of him that dyeth, saith the Lord God; Wherefore turn your Selves, and live Ye. Ezek. 18. 31, 32.

FIRST, I consider'd the Injunction, Cast away from You all your Transgressions, and showed the Reasonableness of it, from the natural Vileness of Sin, which in its self is detestable, if it was not forbidden in Holy Scripture; 1st, As it is disagreeing from God; 2dly, As it is contrary to the Nature of Man; and 3dly, As it everts and ruins Society in the World.

I reminded Them, how Sin makes us Wretched and Unhealthful in this Life. Whence the Drunkard's Dropsy? Whence the Gout that afflicts the Gluttonous Debauchee? As for the Misfortunes which more flagrant Sins bring on Man, I need not recount them to You, whose present unhappy Circumstances too plainly speak them.

SECONDLY, I considered the Consequence of Casting away our Sins; which is, The having a new Heart and a new Spirit; or as Christ said to the Ruler of the Jews, who came to him by Night, the being Born again, not of the Flesh, but of Water and the Spirit. John 3. 3. I endeavour'd to show them, that Regneration was Real, When a Man perceives and feels his Sins about him, and wonders how he could be blind to them so long; When he is terrify'd at the Number of them, and hates and detests himself for them; When he considers his Sins he burst into Tears, when he remembers the Mercy of God he is as much in Joy; By degrees, the World grows trifling to him, and Heaven valuable; The Company of loose Men is insipid, and the Company of God delightful; till he can say with the Psalmist David, As the HART panteth after the Waterbrooks, so longeth my Soul after thee, O God. Psalm 42. v. 1.