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A31626
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A Cabinet of grief, or, The French midwife's miserable moan for the barbarous murther committed upon the body of her husband with the manner of her conveying away his limbs and of her execution, she being burnt to ashes on the 2d of March in Leicester-fields.
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1688
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Wing C188; ESTC R37457
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which was Recorded and so I receiv'd the due Sentence To be burnt till I was dead which was the most terrible and astonishing sound in my Ears that ever I heard in my Life For the better impressing of this Subject on your Hearts and Minds take these following Lines which may be Sung to the Tune of The Pious Christians Exhortation A Lack my very heart does bleed to see my woful Destiny You that my Dying Lines shall read I pray you all to pitty me A Murder here I did commit for which I have deserved Death This Crime I never shall forget as long as I have life or breath With grief and sorrow am I slain to see the Race that I have run A thousand times I wish in vain this Wicked deed I had not done It was my Husband whom I kill'd and Mangl'd at so strange a rate The World may be with Wonder fill'd while I this Tragedy relate In sorrow here my hands I wring on Wrack of Conscience am I rowl'd What did provoke me to this thing in brief to you I will unfold With care and grief I was opprest e're since I did become his Wife And never could have peace or rest but led a discontented life No Tongue is able to express what I with him did undergo He Cruel was and pittiless which now has prov'd our overthrow From time to time he Riffl'd me scarce leaving any Cloaths to wear Besides his Acts of Cruelty this drove me into deep Dispair My heart was ready then to break in private I shed many a Tear As knowing not what course to take my sorrows they were so severe Against me his whole heart he set and often vow'd my Blood to spill Morning and Night when e're we met confusion was our Greeting still When him I strove to Reconcile saying thou know'st how 't is with us Maliciously he 'd me Revile and swear it should be worse and worse Though he to Wickedness was bent and show'd himself so cross and grim I own this was no Argument that I alas should Murder him But Sin and Satan so took place by living so from time to time For want of Gods preventing Grace I did commit this horrid Grime When Man and Wife lives at discord they may expect both fear and dread For there 's no Blessing from the Lord where such a Wicked life is led For coming from bad Company when I was in a sweet Repose He from the sleep did waken me with many cruel bitter Blows This did the height of Anger raise when he did such unkinkness show That I resolv'd to end his days altho' it prov'd my overthrow To Bed he straight ways did repair as soon as he these Blows did give Thought I thy life I will insnare thou hast but little time to live I vow'd no favour to afford to him that us'd me so amiss Straight he I Strangl'd with a Cord when as he little thought of this Altho' he strugl'd for his life as surely very well he might Yet I his cruel-hearted Wife resolved to expell my spight Thus him of life I did deprive then in his Bed some days he lay My greatest care was to contrive how to convey his Corps away To bear him forth my self alone I cut off Head Arms c'ry Limb Had I not had a Heart of Stone I could hot thus have Mangl'd him His Head into a Vault I threw his Carcass on a foul Dung-hill His other Limbs into the Thames and then I thought all things was well Safe was I then as I did think yet seiz'd I was in a short time For Heavens Justice would not wink at such a black and bloody Crime Then to a Prison was I sent there to bewail my wretched state And there in Tears I did lament but this was when it was too late To Justice was I brought indeed where Conscience in my face did flye Guilty was all that I could plead I knew I did deserve to Dye O then my sad and dismal Doom soon after this I did receive It was in Fire to Consume which made my very heart to grieve Alas I knew not what to say 't is Death alone must end the strife Behold this dreadful dismal Day the which must end my dearest Life Altho' I Weep and make sad moan as being Wounded to the heart I cannot chuse but needs must own it is no more then my Desert To see me go some Thousands throng and thus in shame and much disgrace Through many Crowds I past along unto the Execution place Lord tho' my Body here must Burn for my sad Crime so gross and foul Yet when I shall to Ashes turn receive my poor Immortal Soul. FINIS