There had been no Quarrel between us that Day she was killed, for I went out the Day before about my Business, towards Ratcliff-Cross and Rosemary-lane , and Night coming on, I got me a Lodging in that Part of the Town; but the Bed was so nasty, and so full of Vermin, that I could get no Rest, therefore I came Home as soon as I could the next Day, with a Penny in my Pocket; and having had no Sleep the Night before, I laid myself down upon the Bed and fell asleep, after I had spent the Penny with my Landlord for Liquor. He brought her up into my Room while I was fast asleep upon the Bed, and I count her Death came by a Fall she might get in my Landlord's Yard, against the Dog-Kennel; and I count that the Marks that were upon her Throat, might come by that Means, for I was fast asleep when she came up Stairs, and she was then very much in Liquor, but after she was come up Stairs we did not quarrel, but had some more Liquor which we drank between us.

Whenever I had been away from Home for 2 or 3 Days asking Charity, I always used to bring Home some of the Money, and sometimes I got pretty considerably, for while I lived in St. Olave's Parish, I often heard three Sermons on a Sunday, and having a great Gift of Knowledge and Memory, I retained what I heard, and though I can read but very little, yet I can remember well, and have the Gift to be able to discourse, and to make use of Scripture, and what I have heard, in my asking Charity.

A Clergyman who came to visit us in our Confinement, thought I had been a rare Scholar from my talking Scripture to him at every Word; I told him I could not read a Chapter, but that I had a Gift that Way, and that it was better to have good Thoughts than bad ones, for Man's Life is but a Span long, and we are here to Day and gone To-morrow. I told Arthur Bethell< no role > , (who was condemned to die, but afterwards reprieved for Transportation) Young Man, says I to him, you may think your Days long, now you Life is reprieved on Earth, but don't be like the Fool in the Gospel, that you have good Things laid up for many Years, because, said I, you don't know but this Night your Soul may be required of you. Our Time, who are to suffer, is appointed by our Fellow-Creatures, but yours is likewise appointed, though not by Man, for there is an appointed Time when all must die, and Man's Life is very short, 'tis like a Shadow that flies away. My Fellow-Prisoner Clark, is something of a Scholar, and a Man that has Knowledge; I had rather discourse with such a one, than with one that knows nothing, for talking to an ignorant Person, is only sowing good Seed among Tares, according to the Parable; but Clark the Catcher being a Man of some Learning, I bid him turn to the Parable, where the Master of the Vineyard sends Workmen into the Vineyard, and they that were last hired, received as much as they who had Wrought longer. I told that Parable was for the Encouragement of Sinners; and John, says I, this is suitable to your Case and mine. He read it over, and shaking his Head said, it was very extraordinary. After a Taylor, who was at Work in the Press-Yard, hearing me talk Scripture so, thought me a Scholar, and asked me Who was the first Taylor? Why, says