The conversation & conduct, of the late unfortunate John Young, who was executed for the murder of Robert Barwick, (deputy sheriff,) from the time of receiving sentence of death, to that of his execution. By Christopher Flanagan, Preacher of the Gospel. ; Who frequently visited him, during that period. ; [Four lines of verse] Flanagan, Christopher. Approx. 17 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 9 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI : 2008-09. N24300 N24300 Evans 32133 APW5808 32133 99011935

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 eng Young, John, 1757-1797 Barwick, Robert, d. 1797 Executions and executioners -- New York (State) -- New York Murder -- New York (State) -- New York Criminals -- New York (State) -- New York Hymns. 2006-05 Assigned for keying and markup 2006-06 Keyed and coded from Readex/Newsbank page images 2007-03 Sampled and proofread 2007-03 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion

CONVERSATION & CONDUCT, OF THE LATE UNFORTUNATE JOHN YOUNG, WHO WAS EXECUTED FOR THE MURDER OF ROBERT BARWICK, (DEPUTY SHERIFF,) FROM THE TIME OF RECEIVING SENTENCE OF DEATH, TO THAT OF HIS EXECUTION.

BY CHRISTOPHER FLANAGAN, PREACHER OF THE GOSPEL. Who frequently Viſited him, during that Period.

— My beſt actions cannot ſave, But Chriſt muſt cleanſe even them; Yet when on him I do believe, My worſt ſhall not condemn.

NEW YORK, PRINTED BY T. KIRK, two doors from the TEA-WATER PUMP. 1797. (Copy Right Secured.) Price Six-Pence.

ADVERTISEMENT.

AS the Public mind, has been of late much agitated reſpecting a Publicatian ſigned JOHN YOUNG, ſuppoſing it was not his production, or at leaſt the principal part of it; and as it is probable they expect I would give a true copy of the Original in this Publication, I think it neceſſary to inform them that I could not obtain it long enough to take an exact Copy; but as I have been permitted to read it ſeveral times, I can inform them that the Publication contains the ſubſtance of the Manuſcript left by John Young, but as he left it in the hands of a perſon for the purpoſe of tranſcribing, and making it fair for the Preſs, in doing this, ſome obſervations tending to criminate certain Perſons, are expreſſed in terms much more acrimonious, than the Original, and ſome ſentences are interlined that are not to be found in it.
THE CONVERSATION & CONDUCT, OF THE LATE UNFORTUNATE JOHN YOUNG.

THE Public mind has been of late much exerciſed by the fate of the unfortunate John Young. I was the firſt perſon who viſited him after his receiving ſentence of death. I attended him on Sunday, the 6th of Auguſt, at which time I addreſſed him on the fall of man, the nature of ſin in general, and of that in particular for which he had been condemned: And endeavoured to lay before him, the awful conſequences of dying in an impenitent ſtate, but all that was ſaid at that time, ſeemed to have had but little effect on him. He did not however, diſcover an unwillingneſs to receive inſtruction reſpecting the things of God. The next day, two friends viſited him, and one of them ſpeaking abrubtly of the murder he had committed, he ſeemed to reſent it, and aſked him, if he came there to ubraid him. The ſame day another friend paid him a viſit, and converſed with him largely on his dangerous ſituation, when he confeſſed himſelf a loſt ſinner, and wept bitterly on account of his ſins in general, and the late unhappy event in particular. He told me he was deeply affected at the ſituation of Mr. Barwick's wife and children, and that he ſhould be the means of making her a widow and them fatherleſs. He informed me at the ſame time that he left fifty dollars to Mrs. Barwick for to help to educate her children, to be paid when his debts are recovered by his attorney, as there will be more than that on balance. From the firſt time the friend before mentioned viſited him, he ſeemed to have different views of himſelf than he had before; he was truly weary, and heavy laden; his head ſeemed to be waters and his eyes a fountain of tears; for like penitent David, he often watered his couch with them. He opened the Bible and ſhewed me the 51ſt Pſalm, ſaying, that is greatly bleſſed to me. But as he was amazingly ignorant of the word of God, he ſpent much of his time in reading the Appeal to Reaſon and matter of Fact; this was the chief inſtrument of opening to his view Chriſt crucified; and the all-ſufficiency of his blood and Righteouſneſs to ſave to the uttermoſt, all that come unto God by him. As the perſons who ſo frequently viſited him, had not been backward in ſpeaking the alarming awakening truths of God to him hitherto; ſo now (when they found he was ſick and wounded) they were not back ward in pointing him to the good phyſician the Lord Jeſus Chriſt.—They ſang and prayed with him continually, and he with them that the Lord would relieve him, burſt his ſpiritual fetters, and reveal his love to him. The Lord fulfilled his promiſe, To this man will I look, unto him who is humble and of a contrite ſpirit, and trembleth at my word:—He took away his burthen, and gave him peace and happineſs, which he poſſeſſed at leaſt for the three laſt days he lived. Now he became all engaged with the Lord Jeſus Chriſt.—He told me and others that he went aſleep, praying unto the Lord Jeſus, and he was the firſt in his thoughts when he awoke. Was not this ſomething like what David ſays? When I awake I am ſtill with thee.—The Lord was gracious in directing to ſome paſſages in the Bible, Fletcher's Appeal, and the Hymn Books he had, that were peculiarly applicable to his ſtate. He ſhewed me places turn'd down in ſeveral of them; ſaying, theſe I opened promiſcuouſly▪ O what a Book is that, exclaimed he, alluding to Fletcher's Appeal. What do you ſee ſaid I when you read it? He replied, "I ſee the beauty of the upper world." The day before his execution I ſpent two hours with him alone; a great part of the time interrogating him reſpecting the ſtate of his mind, that I might be ſatisfied whether he was building on the ſand or on the Rock of Ages: And I was fully convinced that he was building upon the rock, for, "No ſtrength of his own, or goodneſs he claim'd, "His ſtrength was all thrown, on Jeſus's name, I found the fear of death taken away, and peace and happineſs poſſeſſing his mind. At this time he told me a dream, which he had that morning, "I dreamed" ſaid he, "that ſeveral perſons came to ſee me, and that one of them aſked me if I was happy? I anſwered I am: He aſked me again if I was afraid to die? I anſwered no: He aſked me if I had the full aſſurance of faith? I anſwered, I had not: He then replied, I have it for you! but, you will not receive it until you come near the place of execution. To which I anſwered, I hope the Lord will give it to you to night, when I and my friends, will ſtay with and pray for you. About 10 o'clock, three friends and myſelf entered his cell to ſtay with him,—ſuch a night I never experienced! We ſang, prayed, and converſed alternately 'till two o'clock, but it did not ſeem that half the time was ſpent. With great propriety one of the friends ſung,

'Priſons would palaces prove, if Jeſus would dwell with me there', It was indeed, more like a rational congratulatory viſit to a bridegroom, or a man about to be put in poſſeſſion of great earthly happineſs, than a viſit to one, who in a few hours was to ſuffer an ignominious death. How indeed, could we be ſad? to ſee a man in fetters, and yet at liberty, in priſon, and yet ſeemingly in a palace! condemned to death, and in a few hours to have the ſentence executed upon him, and yet ſpiritually alive to God, ſo that not only reſignation to his fate was evident, but a conſtant chearfulneſs and ſerenity which is the reſult of a mind at peace with God, and all mankind. He talked rationally of the vanity of this world, of men in general, and of himſelf in particular; in not ſerving God, and glorifying his name, and obſerved, the reaſon was, becauſe men were diſſipated and inordinately attached to the things of this world:—For, ſaid he, if men would but exerciſe their reaſon aright, they would live to God.

When converſing on reſignation to Divine Providence in general, and particularly his preſent ſituation, he more than once ſaid, if the Governor, would grant me a reprief, when at the place of execution, I do not know that I would take the trouble of writing for it.

We repeatedly aſked him, if he inclined to ſleep? He anſwered, "not in the leaſt;" but we adviſed him to ſtrive to doze a little, as we thought it would be better for him. He did ſo, and ſhortly after, fell aſleep, and ſlept as compoſed as any one poſſibly could. About half paſt three o'clock, we concluded to go home and refreſh ourſelves, as he was ſtill aſleep, and return again to accompany him to the place of execution. I returned at half paſt ſeven, and was about an hour alone with him, before any one came. When I went into the Dungeon, I aſked him how he found his mind? He anſwered with a placid ſerenity, "I am comfortable thank God." What did you think, ſaid I, when you awoke and found the light out, and we not there? He ſaid, "I imagined the lamp went out, and that perhaps you were all aſleep, till the day-light convinced me ye were gone." How did you feel your mind exerciſed, ſaid I, when you awoke? "I found it thinking on the Lord Jeſus," ſaid he, "and while I was meditating alone, I thought what a poor helpleſs ſinner I was, that had nothing to bring to God as an offering, but the blood of Jeſus Chriſt:" I anſwered, That is enough, for that is the ſacrifice that is acceptable to Him.

O! in how many inſtances did I ſee this ſcripture exemplified in him. My ſpirit ſhall take of the things that are mine, and ſhew them unto you. I ſang a hymn, and he then requeſted me to ſing the one that we had ſung in the night, and which had Glory be to God on High for the chorus. We ſang it, and he requeſted that it ſhould be one of the hymns we ſhould ſing going to the place of execution. About half paſt nine o'clock, his chains were taken off, and his cloaths brought. As ſoon as he ſtood up, he ſaid to the turn-key, "Well, George, you won't have the trouble of putting thoſe irons on me any more, he then waſhed his legs and feet, and dreſſed himſelf with the ſame degree of compoſure and cheerfulneſs he had poſſeſſed the day before.—When he was done, he took his old cloaths and put them in his bed, and turned it up. Then he took his hymn-book, and we ſang and prayed, till the Sheriff and Jailor came to have him prepared tor his execution. When he was pinioned, and the rope about his neck, the Sheriff kindly gave him a quarter of an hour longer to pray. After one or two perſons had prayed, he deſired me to turn down the hymns that were to be ſung, chooſing two favourite hymns for himſelf, and left the others to me. As he came through the Priſon, ſome of the genteeler Debtors came and took their laſt farewell of him with affected hearts, and guſhing eyes, which greatly affected him. When he came out into the ſtreet, there was a conſiderable noiſe, occaſioned by the vaſt concourſe of people that crouded. We ſtopped there a few minutes, 'till the Militia was ready. Fearing the noiſe would diſſipate his mind, I aſked him if I ſhould begin to ſing? He anſwered, "no, not 'till we are ſtarted and out of the noiſe, I want to be recollected and meditate." So intenſely was his mind fixed on the Lord Jeſus, that he declared to me, that the affectedneſs of his friends (though it affected him) and the noiſe of the people, did not hurt his confidence in Jeſus.—As ſoon as we ſtarted, he and the friends that were with us, ſung, the following hymns.

JESUS, my Lord attend Thy feeble creature's cry: And ſhew thyſelf the ſinners friend, And ſet me up on high. From hell's oppreſſive pow'r My ſtruggling ſoul releaſe; And to thy Father's grace reſtore, And to thy perfect peace. Thy blood and righteouſneſs I make my only plea; My preſent and eternal peace, Are both deriv'd from thee. Rivers of life divine From thee, their fountain, flow; And all who know that love of thine, The joy of Angels know. Come then, impute, impart To me thy righteouſneſs, And let me taſte how good thou art, How full of truth and grace: That thou canſt here forgive, Grant me to teſtify, And juſtified by faith to live, And in that faith to die. COME ye ſinners, poor and needy, Weak and wounded ſick and ſore, Jeſus ready ſtands to ſave you, Full of pity, love, and pow'r; He is able, He is willing, doubt no more. Now, ye needy, come and welcome, God's free bounty glorify; True belief, and true repentance, Every grace that brings you nigh; Without money Come to Jeſus Chriſt and buy. Let not conſcience make you linger, Nor of fitneſs fondly dream, All the fitneſs he requireth, Is to feel your need of him; This he gives you 'Tis the Spirit's glimmering beam. COME, thou Fount of ev'ry bleſſing, Tune my heart to ſing thy grace! Streams of mercy never ceaſing, Call for ſongs of loudeſt praiſe: Teach me ſome melodious ſonnet, Sung by flaming tongues above: Praiſe the mount—I'm fix'd upon it, Mount of thy redeeming love! Here I'll raiſe mine Ebenezer, Hither by thy help I'm come; And I hope by thy good pleaſure Safely to arrive at home. Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, Prone to leave the God I love, Here's my heart, O take and ſeal it; Seal it for thy courts above? Jeſus ſought me when a ſtranger, Wand'ring from the fold of God; He, to reſcue me from danger, Interpos'd his precious blood! O! to grace how great a debtor Daily I'm conſtrain'd to be! Let thy goodneſs, like a fetter, Bind my wand'ring heart to thee;

When we ſtopped a little diſtance from the Gallows, he came to the verſe Here I'll raiſe my Ebenezer, &c. then we that attended him, could perceive the remarkable happineſs and ſtrength that beamed forth in his countenance. We who had heard him relate the dream he had the day before, ſaid to him, "We believe your dream is now accompliſhed; Have you the full aſſurance of faith?" "Yes," exclaimed he, "I have, glory be to God. When we had finiſhed the hymn and chorus, we ſtopt, but he would not; but cried out again, Glory, glory, glory, &c. He then went up into the Cart under the Gallows, and I with him. A little while after he turned about to me, and ſaid, "in about half an hour more, I ſhall be in the arms of Jeſus." One of the friends gave an Exhortation to the vaſt multitude that was convened; and I ſpoke a few words reſpecting the ſtate of his mind; after which, he ſaid to me, "Go, and ſee the writing I left in the Priſon be put to print." We then joined in ſinging the following Hymn:

HAPPY ſoul, thy days are ended; All thy mourning days below; Go by Angel guards attended. To the ſight of Jeſus go. Waiting to receive thy Spirit, Lo the Saviour ſtands above, Shews the purchaſe of his merit, Reaches out the crown of love. Struggle through the lateſt paſſion, To thy dear redeemer's breaſt, To his uttermoſt ſalvation, To his everlaſting reſt: For the joy he ſets before thee, Bear a momentary pain, Die, to live a life of glory, Suffer, with thy Lord to reign.

The Sheriff aſked him, if he wiſhed to ſay anything, he anſwered "nothing, but that I die in the fear and grace of our Lord Jeſus Chriſt." He then wiſhed me farewell, pulled the cap over his face, and in a quarter of an hour after, he was in Eternity. He died with an eaſe that aſtoniſhed the ſurrounding ſpectators. However diſſipated he might have lived, however aggravated the crime might have been that was the cauſe of his ſhameful death, it muſt appear evident to every impartial mind, he died a ſubject of Divine Mercy and Favor, on Thurſday, Auguſt 17, 1797. Aged 40 Years, and 4 Days.