What hellborn fury had possest
Thy vile inhumane spirit thus ?
What swelling rage was in thy breast,
That could occasion this disgust?
And make thee show such spleen and rage,
Which life can't cure, nor death asswage.

Sure some of Satan's minor imps,
Ordained was to be thy guide;
To act the p

part of sordid pimps,

And fill thy heart with haughty pride; But take this caveat once for all,

Such dev'lish pride must have a fall.

But when to church the corps was brought, And both of them met at the gate;

What mournful tears by friends was shed,

When that alas! it was too late?

When they in silent grave was laid,
Instead of pleasing marriage bed.

You parents all both far and near,
By this sad story warning take;
Nor to your children be severe,

When they their choice in love do make;

Let not the love of cursed gold,

True lovers from their love with hold.

Who, after a Trial of nine hours, at YORK-Castle, on Monday, the 27th of March, 1775, for the wilful Murther of ELIZABETH RAINBOW, an Ackwoth girl, his apprentice, was found guilty, and immediately received sentence to be executed at Tyburn, near York, on Wednesday following; but on the same morning, he stangled himself in the cell where he was confined, and so put a period to his wicked and desperate life. His body was then, pursuant to his sentence, given to the surgeons at York Infirmary, to be dissected and anatomized.

Tune of "Fair Lady, lay your costly robes aside.” GOOD Christian people all, both old and young, Pray give attention to this tragic song: My days are short'ned by my vicious life, And I must leave my children and my wife.

When I was prisoner to York-Castle brought, My mind was fill'd with dismal, pensive thought; Conscious of guilt, it fill'd my heart with woe; Such terrors I before did never know..

When' at the bar of justice I did stand, 27
With guilty conscience and uplifted hand,
The Court strightway then unto me they said,
What say you
say you BOLTON to the charge here laid?

In my defence I for a while did plead,
Sad sentence to evade (which I did dread)
But my efforts did me no kind of good,

For 1 must suffer and pay blood for blood.

Which now has brought me to this wretched fate.

And may my death on all a terror strike,

That none may ever after do the like.

Murder prepense it is the worst of crimes,
And calls aloud for vengeance at all times,
May none hereafter be like me undone,
But always strive the tempter's snares to shun.

By me she was seduc'd in her life time,
Which added guilt to guilt and crime to crime.
By me she was debauched and defil'd,*
And then by me was murder'd, and her child.

Inhuman and unparallel'd the case,

I pray God give all mortal men more grace, None's been more vile, more guilty in the land, How shall I at the great tribunal stand??

I should have been her guardian and her friend,
1 did an orphan take her for that end,
But Satan did my morals so subdue,
That I did take her life and infant's too:

*

To poison her-it was my full intent,
But Providence did that design prevent,, coplave i
Then by a rope, fast twisted with a fife,
I strangled her and took her precious life!

My councel I did hope would get me clear,

But such a train of proofs there did appear, di Which made the court and jury for to cry,

He's guilty, let the wicked culprit die.

When I in fetters in York-Castle lay,

The morning of my execution day,d man dies
For to prevent the multitude to see
Myself exposed on the fatal tree,i

I then did perpetrate my last vile crime,
And put a final end unto my time, ¡
Myself I strangled in the lonesome cell,
And ceased in this transit world to dwell.

LEAVE courts and great cities, vexation and care,
At Yarm all is peaceful, health breathes in the air,
The street clean and spacious, the houses are neat,
And the goddess Minerva has fix'd here her seat:
Content, independent, serene and at ease,

Come trace the green verdure of sweet winding
Tees.

Here plentiful prospects are seen all around,
Rich merchants dispersing the fruits of the ground;
Here honour and commerce sincerely unite,
The ladies are charming, the merchants polite:
Content, independent, serene and at ease,

Come trace the green verdure by sweet winding
Tees.

See snowy flocks feeding on every hill,

Soft zephirs blow gentle, and cooing doves bill;
Each sense is delighted, all nature looks gay;
And this month of October* seems blooming as May:.
Content, independent, serene and at ease,

Come trace the green verdure by sweet winding

Tees.

* 1765.