tenc'd, but one who was formerly an Officer in the Army: Nor had he ever any Designs against Sir Isaac Tilliard< no role > , or his House. He dwelt four Years in the Old Mint ; but owing to one Man 70 l. was forc'd to harbour in the New Mint, and took an House in Gravel-Lane ; for Prisons were all so full, that Men, as he said, died like rotten Sheep, and he had rather go to the Place whither he was going, than dwell under that Tyranny.

He acknowledged the Fury and Violence he had used against innocent Men; and observed how contrary it was to Christian Levity and Mildness; we may suppose, that originally he was perswaded to it, as being strong and nimble; and afterwards had all Encouragement and Commendation; which Incitements coincided with the natural Warmth and Vivacity of his Temper. He confest he had been by much too Enterprizing and Rash; but at the same Time added, he thought the Officers were before his Misfortunes fully reveng'd of the Minters; for, among others, a Carpenter's right Arm was so Hack'd and Chop'd, that the Surgeon was forced to take it off; as for himself, he show'd how dangerously his Head was Cut, even six Weeks ago, the large Scars whereof appear'd.

He denyed that he was ever in Disguise with design to do Mischief; but he said they had Mock-Masquerades, and particularly one in Meeting-House Alley , Wapping , where Men and Women met, under the Number of Twenty, and he in particular was in a Miller's Habit and his Face cover'd over with White. He directed his Wife to offer this to the Consideration of his Majesty, in a Petition; and also to insert her having two Children, besides one in her Body, which must come to Misery if the Father was taken from 'em; which Petition she delivered at the Council-Chamber Door.

He was happy in having his Health continued entire, from the first Beginning of his Misfortunes; and in having R. Swanson, with him, who was able and ready to Read the Scriptures. When R. Swanson, had been Sick, in the Night, and could not Read and Pray at One of the Clock in the Morning, as was their constant Practice; Towers, the next Day, much condoled the Misfortune, saying he wished he was wealthy enough to employ and reward some Person who should sit up each Night and awaken them to Prayers as soon as Midnight was pass'd. The Day before his Death, he seem'd more chearful than before, saying, This was decreed for me, and I am easy and contented under it; and how should I be otherwise, for I am going from a Life of Trouble and Noise and Confusion, to a World of Quiet.

WILLIAM ANDERSON< no role > , of Aldgate , was indicted for assaulting Hannah Rickaby< no role > , near Burr-street , on the 27th of October last , putting her in fear, and taking a Pocket, an Handkerchief, and 26 s. in Money; and it being proved by Eliz. Thompson< no role > , who was walking with the Prosecutor, that the abovenam'd Prisoner (who was stopt by W. Cuthbeard as he ran away) was the Person who snatch'd the Prosecutor's Pocket; the Jury found him guilty of the Indictment.

'Tho' this Prisoner did not seem to be so sedulous in his Duty as the foregoing; yet after the Warrant for Execution was sent to the City, his Behaviour was not amiss. He hoped that God would pardon his roving Mind, for many Opportunities had been offer'd him of settling and living soberly, which he slighted; particularly observing that he refused to settle in the Plantations abroad, tho' a Court of Justice had legally sent him thither for thieving. Tho' a very young Man, he was an old Offender, and before he was of Years to distinguish Good from Ill, fell into the way of picking Pockets, which he acknowledged made his Mind susceptable of any Vice.