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THE SPEECH OF CHARLES PAMPHLIN AT HIS EXECUTION In COVENT-GARDEN, On Wedneſday the 22th of May 1678.

For Murdering Lieutenant Daliſon.

Taken from his own Mouth, by two Perſons that all the while ſtood in the Cart by him.

With Allowance.

LONDON: Printed for D. M. 1678.
A perfect Copy of the laſt words of Charles Pamphlin, at the Gallows in Covent-Garden.

THE Priſoner was conducted from Newgate to Covent-Garden about ten of the Clock in Morning, having put off his Perriwig, he appeared with a ſetled Countenance, without the leaſt diſſertion of Spirit, only frequently lifting up his Hands and Eyes to Heaven, and ſeeming ſecretly to pour forth ſome hearty Ejaculations; nor did his Countenance alter at the ſight of the Gibbet, the approaches of the Executioner, or any of the Circumſtances of this Ignominious Death, but ſtanding up, and beholding the numerous Crowd that was flockt thither to behold his Tragedy; with an undaunted compoſed look, he ſpake as follows, being taken as exactly as could be from his Mouth, and therefore the Reader muſt excuſe the abruptneſs or defects of the Stile, ſince he pretended not to the Gown but Sword: And beſides, this was not a time to practiſe Rhetorick.

Good People,

'Tis uſual for ſuch unhappy Wretches as my ſelf am now become, to ſay ſomething at their going out of the World; I know I have but a very little time, I would not miſpend it; 'tis from God alone I can expect Mercy, and to him wholly I deſire to direct my thoughts, yet ſince ſomething will be expected, I muſt tell you, that though I ſuffer juſtly, yet I had no ſuch deſign of Blood. or premeditated intention of Murder as ſome have reported: I confeſs I had Rage and Paſſion in my heart, a kind of Malice you may call it, but it never reacht ſo far as deſign to take away his Life. I had a grudge againſt him, and was prompt on by a crafty Fellow to be reveng'd on him, but not to kill him, God is my Witneſs; and I do confeſs I waited my opportunity, and following him out of the Roſe Tavern, I ſtruck him over the Head with a ſtick I had in my hand; whereupon he drew upon me, and askt why I would ſtrike when I had a Sword by my ſide; at which retreating back, I bethought my ſelf that he would think me a Coward, if I did not engage him; and ſo I drew, and, as I thought, he run himſelf upon my Sword. Perceiving I had ſorely wounded him, yet not imagining it mortal, for I did not ſee him fall, I was much troubled, and putting up my Weapon went away, and forthwith conveyed my ſelf into the Country, travelling threeſcore Miles in the ſpace of three Days, having an intention to tranſport my ſelf beyond the Seas, hoping to have got an opportunity of paſſage with ſome Souldiers, but afterwards fearing I might be diſcovered amongſt them, and having not Money to carry me over in the Pacquet-Boat as I firſt intended, being perplexed with a thouſand tormenting thoughts, deſtitute of Money or Friends, and without any proſpect of hope or ſafety, not knowing what to do, I came back again to London, where I was in the ſame diſtreſs as before.

When I was come to Town I repaired to a Friend's Houſe, and enquired of the Woman for her Husband, there being ſome ſmall matter of Money due to me from him, then ſhe told me of Mr. Daliſons Murder, and I proteſt it was then that I was firſt aſſured that he was dead: After ſome diſcourſe ſhe went forth to call her Husband, but lockt the outward door after her; upon which having a dread upon my Spirits, I did not think fit to wait her return, but made my eſcape backwards over a Brick-wall, and, it being late, made to Jewen-ſtreet, where having an acquaintance, hoping he would have kept me ſecret, I knocked him up, and deſired him for God's ſake to ſecure me; but he told me he durſt not do it, for he had heard I had committed a Murder and acquainted me that whoſoever ſhould take me might have 10l. reward; and that if he ſhould entertain me, it might coſt him his life, and therefore deſired me to ſhift for my ſelf; upon which I took my leave of him and made away, only telling him, that I intended as ſpeedily as poſſibly I could to tranſport my ſelf beyond the Seas and there to repent of what I had done, which I do proteſt was my ſerious reſolution: But this perſon, who I muſt acknowledge did nothing therein, but what became an honeſt man, and I do declare I do not harbour the leaſt ill will againſt him, or any other perſon that I know of in the World; this Man, I ſay, as ſoon as I was parted from him, followed me without either Stockings or Breeches; and when he came near the Watch laid hold on me, and cryed out, A Murtherer! this is the Man that kill'd Lieutenant Daliſon: I confeſs I did endeavour to get from him, and had not Providence order'd it otherwiſe, 'tis poſſible I might have done it, for I ſhook him like a Diſh-clout, but he hang'd ſtill about me like a Cat, till the Watch came up, and then juſt as I was getting away, one of them thruſting his Holbert between my Leggs flung me down, and then I yielded to them.

But I muſt declare that I did not tell the French-Woman that I kill'd the Man, although ſhe appeared againſt me as a witneſs; though I believe ſhe did not ſay it out of any ill will to me, but through want of a right underſtanding of Engliſh to know what I ſaid to her, and what the Court demanded of her; that the Gentleman dyed by my hand I ſhall not deny; but I had no deſign before to kill him, but that Allſeeing Eye, who accounts a wanton Eye Adultery, has been pleaſed to punniſh my unbridled Rage and Anger againſt him in the ſame degree, as if I had premeditated the Fact: The Lord forgive me, I confeſs I righteouſly deſerve this, and a thouſand deaths, but through the merits of my Saviour, I truſt he will pardon me, not only that but all other my Sins.

My Life has been very ill, I have nothing to ſay to excuſe my ſelf; I wiſh my ſad Example may warn others from the like miſchiefs: Pride firſt made Devils, I am ſure by woful experience it made me the Devil's Servant and brought me to ruine. When I ſhould have been at work, or about God's Service, my mind was chiefly imployed either on Objects of Debauchery, or thoughts how to get Money to ſupply my Extravagances. Blood, Oh Blood, is a crying Sin; I do aſſure you I ſuffer'd more by the Tortures or Conſcience before I was taken, than the Inconveniences of a Priſon, or thoughts of Death could inflict upon me: Oh! what madneſs is it for a Man to ſalve his Reputation to wound his Soul: To hazard his Life to gratifie his Humour, or rather the Humours of others: I hope people will take warning by me not to draw their Swords on ſuch ſmall trifling pretences; Nay if it were a thouſand times greater Affronts, were it not better to put them up, than to require Satisfaction: Alas! Gentlemen, I pray look up [caſting his Eye upwards towards the Gallows] this is my Satisfaction, even the Gallows: What madneſs is it to think to ſecure ones Reputation by an Action that will certainly bring one to an ignominious ſhameful end, and be juſtly condemned and deteſted of all Mankind. God preſerve every Man from deſiring ſuch ſatisfaction, and from Blood-guiltineſs, even in any degree: Deliver me, O Lord, I am a vile ſinner, I have nothing to plead, but the merits of my Saviour, and to him alone I recommend my ſelf.

There was one came to me in Priſon, and with inſinuating words endeavoured to poſſeſs me with a good opinion of him, at laſt asking me what Religion I would dye in, to which I anſwered a Proteſtant, though moſt unworthy, having in all things neglected both the pure Doctrine and moſt uſeful Diſcipline of the moſt Reformed Church in the World. This Stranger told me he was of that mind once, but now he underſtood better, perſwading me to turn Roman Catholick, but I denyed and withſtood his Temptations; and there are thoſe that can relate what I ſaid more at large. I am an unworthy Proteſtant, a Prodigal that deſerves to feed on Husks with Swine, but that by the alone merits of Chriſt (nothing of my own) I hope for ſalvation. The Lord bleſs this Land, and ſanctifie the Example of my death to all preſent; I deſire the Prayers of all good Chriſtians for me: I have but a ſtep between me and Eternity. The Lord look in mercy upon me a miſerable ſinner. Good People pray for me.

Then he compoſed himſelf to Prayer; but when the Miniſter had lookt out a fit Hymn to ſing, according to Cuſtom on ſuch Occaſions, which was The Lamentation of a Sinner, and deſired the People preſent to ſing it, and he would read it; the Priſoner anſwered, Read it to me and it will be as well. Then praying with the Miniſter, when it was concluded, he of his own accord ſtept up on the Wheel of the Cart, and the Hangman did his Office.

The truth hereof is atteſted by us THO. TEMPLEMAN. JOHN SEALE. FINIS.