1 50 5 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/3a2ddc86299d6465a8a1d6913e5fe420.jpg db1accb8600ceabad775a22240f90444 https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/83b07217b0afe836f54d2ce5de034c0f.jpg 3ba3d2b16d46dcf31dedcf827308a7a3 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1170">Russell's Farewell</a> Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1693 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad James Whitney, a famous highwayman, is finally caught and executed for his many crimes. He is offered a reprieve if he names his accomplices, which he does, but the reprieve is never granted. Account of Whitney's sentencing from the <a href="https://www.oldbaileyonline.org/browse.jsp?id=OA16930201n2-1&div=OA16930201#highlight" target="_blank">Old Bailey Online</a>: James Whitney , otherwise called Captain Whitney, Butcher , the great Highway-man, was a second time Indicted, together with Benjamin Kallow , Gent , for Robbing one John Smith at South-Mims-wash on the 10th of November last, of 100 yards of Lace, value 50 l. Neither of them made any Exceptions against the Jury; only Mr. Whitney desired none might be sworn amongst them, that were of the Hundred where the Robbery was done, which was granted by the Court; then the Witnesses were call'd and sworn for the King; The first was Mr. Smith, who said he was Robbed by seven Men, but he did not know them: The next Witness swore flatly against Mr. Whitney, that he Robbed him first, and afterward he went to Mr. Smith and Robbed him, and that he stob'd several Carriers Horses at the same time; but there was no Evidence could charge Kallow, so he was acquitted of this Indictment. Whitney being ask'd what he had to say for himself; answered in short, That he knew nothing of the Matter, and that the Man was hard-mouth'd. But was answer'd, That his mouth was soft enough to do his business. And could not prove where he was at that time, so he was found guilty of the Robbery. Old Bailey Proceedings Online (www.oldbaileyonline.org, version 8.0, 15 January 2019), Ordinary of Newgate's Account, February 1693 (OA16930201). Method of Punishment Method of punishment described in the ballad. hanging Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. highway robbery Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Porter's block, near Cow Crosse, Smithfield, London Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. London: Printed for P. Brooksby, J. Deacon, J. Blare, and J. Back Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics T He fatal day is come at last, of sorrow, grief, and shame, Which will the fading glory blast, of Whitney now by name. My wicked life has been the cause of this sad destiny; For since I broke the Nation's laws, 'tis just that I should die. Here to the world I freely leave these lines, my last farewel; And though I do not seem to grieve, yet conscience, like a hell, Does wrack and fill my soul with dread, and does against me cry; The wicked life which I have led, makes me afraid to die. The dreadful oaths which I have swore, comes fresh into my mind, When the Great God I come before, shall I a pardon find? Who did for sad damnation call, when in my villany; I under his displeasure fall, which makes me fear to die. 'Tis true, a chearful countenance I seeminly do bear, But now my most unhappy chance, drives me unto dispair; Were conscience clear, what would I give, all that I have, for why? The thoughts of how I here did live, makes me afraid to die. I robb'd the roads both night and day, young harlots to maintain, From honest men I took away, and gave it gills again; Whom I lov'd better than a wife, I cannot this deny; Yet this perfidious wretched life, makes me afraid to die. With loaded pistol in my hand, myself among the rest, Would force the travellers to stand, with pistols at their breast, Their purses to give up with speed, or soon the shot should flie; To think of which my heart doth bleed, I am afraid to die. What though I suffer on a tree, it is not that I fear; But oh! what will become of me, if God should be severe? To me who all my days have spent with thieves continually, And ne'er did in the least repent, therefore I fear to die. My brother Holland , and the rest are gone five days before, While I in sorrow am opprest, my heart is grieved sore; This seems a second death to be, and I in sorrow cry, And hope you all will pitty me, who now at last must die. I sigh at my sad destiny, my very heart does bleed: Alas! why did they flatter me, with hopes of being freed? Why did they bring me a reprieve? O tell me, tell me why? Yet I at last the world must leave, and be compell'd to die. Farewel thou world, I must imbrace the bitter pangs of death, And here in shame and sad disgrace, surrender up my breath; For which this day I hither came, so sad's my destiny; And tho' I startle at the same, 'tis just that I should die. Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events From <a href="http://www.executedtoday.com/2014/12/19/1694-james-whitney-highwayman/" target="_blank">executedtoday.com</a>: Dapper highwayman James Whitney was hanged at Smithfield on December 19th 1694. A monument to the allures and the perils of a midlife career change, Whitney threw over a tiresome life as the proprietor of an inn in Cheshunt, Hertfordshire,* purchased with his liquidation the accoutrements of the gentleman thief, and took to the road. “Captain” Whitney — he had no right to the rank he appropriated for himself — was one of those stickup men who greatly esteemed the pose of honor associated with his new calling. On one occasion, he relieved a gentleman traveler of a large sack of silver on Newmarket Heath, but when his victim pleaded the length of his journey Whitney opened the bag to its former owner with an invitation to take what he would need. The man plunged his hands in and hauled out as much as they would carry, leading Whitney to remark with a smile, “I thought you would have had more conscience, sir.” In another fine caper (there are more of them assembled here) Whitney told a man to stand and deliver, only to have the traveler reply that he was about to say the same back to him. The two robbers laughed at their encounter and went their separate ways, but Whitney later chanced to turn up at the same inn as his so-called brother plunderer and overhear him regaling his fellows with the tale of having outwitted a highwayman by pretending to be one of the same profession. Whitney stalked the man and a companion out of the hostel the next morning and this time robbed them successfully: “You should have kept your secret a little longer, and not have boasted so soon of having outwitted a thief. There is now nothing for you but to deliver or die!” Nobody likes your stories anyway, you blowhard. True, James Whitney ended his adventure at the gallows: death is the fate of us all. From his day to ours, folk toiling away the ceaseless lonesome days between ashes and ashes have understood the soul’s stirring to exalt their scant mortal hours with deeds of valor and romance and derring-do. And as Whitney himself is said to have remarked to a miser whose lucre he was seizing, “Is it not more generous to take a man’s money from him bravely, than to grind him to death by exacting eight or ten per cent, under cover of serving him?”** Nobody knows any of James Whitney’s peers in the publican guild, but as Captain Whitney he joined England’s most legendary gentleman outlaw in verse: When Claude du Val was in Newgate thrown, He carved his name on the dungeon stone; Quoth a dubsman, who gazed on the shattered wall, “You have carved your epitaph, Claude du Val, Du Val was hanged, and the next who came On the selfsame stone inscribed his name; “Aha!” quoth the dubsman, with devilish glee, “Tom Waters, your doom is the triple tree!” Within that dungeon lay Captain Bew, Rumbold and Whitney — a jolly crew! All carved their names on the stone, and all Share the fate of the brave Du Val! Full twenty highwaymen blithe and bold, Rattled their chains in that dungeon old: Of all that number there ‘scaped not one Who carved his name on the Newgate Stone. * The George Inn. A map search does yield a The George in Cheshunt; whether this is actually the same facility where our famous highwayman once earned a lawful keep, I have not been able to establish. URL <a href="https://www.oldbaileyonline.org/browse.jsp?id=OA16930201n2-1&div=OA16930201#highlight">'Ordinary of Newgate's Account, 1st February 1693'</a>, The Proceedings of the Old Bailey - London's Central Criminal Court, 1674 to 1913 <a href="https://books.google.com.au/books?id=vWyoAwAAQBAJ&pg=PT100&lpg=PT100&dq=captain+whitney+executed+1693&source=bl&ots=KMoM9KipU1&sig=Acq-3V95udQBifQoFtZmQ2GnRbg&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjQgKC938zbAhVGKZQKHWuoDBIQ6AEIQTAK#v=onepage&q=captain%20whitney%20executed%201693&f=false">'January 6, 1693'</a> in Tyburn: The Story of London's Gallows, by Robert Bard <a href="http://www.pascalbonenfant.com/18c/newgatecalendar/james_whitney.html">'James Whitney'</a>, Website of Pascal Bonenfant, by Stephan Hart <a href="https://books.google.com.au/books?id=9coiAAAAMAAJ&pg=PA134&redir_esc=y#v=onepage&q&f=false" target="_blank">'Whitney' </a> in Lives and Exploits of the Most Noted Highwaymen, Robbers and Murderers of All Nations, Drawn from the Most Authentic Sources and Brought Down to the Present Time, by Charles Whitehead Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/3a2ddc86299d6465a8a1d6913e5fe420.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="800" height="480"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College, Cambridge - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 2.186; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20801/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20801</a> Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Capt. WHITNEY's Confession: OR, HIS Penitent Lamentation, Under a Sence of a Guilty Conscience, on the Day of his Execution at the Porter's Block, near Smithfield-Bars, which was on the First of February, 1693. 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For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource French Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics Chrétiens écoutez jeunes & vieux Un grand sacrilege odieux Arrivé dans la Sainte Eglise De Saint Severin sans feintise De Paris trés-assurément Envers le tres-Saint Sacrement. Une fille pour le certain S'en vint des cinq heures au matin Animée de l'esprit du diable, Attaquant le Sang adorable De JESUS que le Prestre offroit Pour nos pechez comme l'on voit. Ce saint Prestre devotieux Disant la Messe dans ces lieux Avecque grande reverence En presence de l'assistance, Cette fille icy se leva Et le Calice renversa. Comme le Prestre le tenoit Entre ses mains & l'élevoit Cette abominable tigress Le Sang de Jesus elle renverse, Qui est son Dieu, son Juge Puissant Voilé dessous ces accidens. Et alors tous les assistans Ayant veu ce fait tres-méchant Se levant si tost s'écrierent Attestant cette temeraire Pour savoir d'elle ce délit Commis au sang de Jesus-Christ. Le Commissaire du cartier L'interrogea sans plus tarder, De sa trop grande perfidie Commis envers le Fruit de Vie, connoissant son crime en effet L'on la mena au Chastelet. Elle declara ensuivant Qu'il y avoit plus de deux ans Qu'elle avoit eu envie faut croire De faire cette action noire Envers Jesus le Tout-Puissant Qui repose au S. Sacrement. Aprés luy avoir demandé Son nom, son lieu pour assuré Elle dit Barbe je m'appelle Fille de M. Jean Quenpelle, Qui demeuroit en son vivant Ruö‚ Zacarie assurément. Et méme qu'à S. Severin Elle avoit esté pour certain Dedans l'Eglise Baptisée, Et qu'elle étoit chose assurée De la Parroisse assurément, Connuö‚ des petits & des grands. La Justice ayant sceu son nom Ont connue son méchant renom, Faisant enqueste de sa vie, Dont la voicy je certifie, Comme l'on a sceu des voisins Qui vivent en veritables humains. Ils disent tous en verité, Méchante fille elle a esté, Libertine dés sa jeunesse, Abandonnée au jeu sans cesse, Des-obeö¿ssance en tout temps A son pere, mere, parens. Cette méchante, ce dit-on, N'avoit Foy ny Religion, Ne voulant nullement connoistre Les Sacremens de Dieu son Maistre, Et de son Curé se mocquoit, Et de tout ce qu'il luy disoit. Pour la corriger de son mal L'on l'a fait mettre à l'Hospital, L'enfermant chose tres certaine, Estant là comme dans la géne, Bien huit ans elle y a esté Pour punir sa méchanceté. Venant malade dans ce lieu L'on la mena à l'Hotel-Dieu. Elle en est sortie bien guerie, Et pour faire sa tyrannie S'en fut ainsi à S. Severin, Accomplir son méchant dessein. Aussi dans son aveuglement Pousse de l'esprit de Satan A fait ce sacrilege énorme Envers JESUS devant les Hommes, Et dit encor qu'elle le feroit Si a recommancé estoit. Et que c'est par méchanceté Qu'elle a fait cette cruauté, Et par ainsi son esperance Est d'estre penduö‚ d'assurance. Et aussi brùlée sur le champ, Et les cendres jettées au vent. Aussi pour reparation De cette cruelle action, Plusieurs bons Prestres venerables Ont fait tous amande honorable La corde au col se prosternant Devant Dieu au S. Sacrement. S'est-il jamais veu sous le Ciel Un fait plus énorme & cruel Que de s'adresser à son Maistre, Celuy qui nous a donné l'estre, Adorons-le avec amour Au S. Sacrement a toùjours. Language Language ballad is printed in French Date Date of ballad 1693 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad 2 September 1693 between 5-6am Elisabeth Chateauroux enters church of St. Sacrament and tips over chalice during mass. Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. heresy Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource HORRIBLE SACRILEGE Commis par Barbe Guenpelle, dans l'Eglise S. Severin, à l'endroit du S. Sacrement de l'Autel, lors que le Prestre celebroit la Sainte Messe. Female French heresy https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/5189faa3297c19d5283161b5889cc378.jpg 67b1540bef9ebb04e8f28b3ef1fd6342 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1170">Russell's Farewell</a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics I Am the worst of Women-kind, Compton it is my Name, I was to Cruelty inclin'd, and do Repent the same, But Oh! I wish I ne're had done that wicked deed, for why, My Thread of Life is almost spun, now I'm Condemn'd to dye. In Poplar near fair London Town, 'twas there that I did dwell, My Murders calls just Vengeance down, for they do far excel The worst of Villains in the Land, as e'ery one may own, The very truth to understand would melt a heart of stone. For three and thirty years ago, I Midwife did begin, And of late years assurely know, I have been murdering; Sweet Infants from their Mothers Womb, Oh! wretched Creature, I Starving did make their Dismal Doom, for which I now must dye. My maid and I did go from Home, as being not afraid, And left three Children all alone, thus was I then betray'd, A little Boy and Girl I left, to Nurse an infant young, Who was of life almost bereft, thus I the Babes did wrong. I left none but Water and Cheese, to feed the Babe that cry'd, At which sad grief did greatly seize Neighbours on e'ery side, The Boy he told unto them then, that they might find two more, Young Infants in a basket dead, upon a shelf below. This sight did much amaze them all, so soon as they were found, Vermin did there about them craul, as they lay above ground, Then they dug up the Cellar floor, directed by the Boy, And there they found two or three more, all which I did destroy. The Babe that in the Cradle lay, did cry for Nourishment, They put it out to Nurse straightway, who soon to dress it went, And as she took the Linnen off to dress it unto bed, The very Ears were rotted off from this poor Infants head. O Cruel Wretch, what shall I do, a Monster to all good, That could my bloody hands imbrew in little Infants blood, How could I slumber Night or Day, or take one wink of rest, While pritty Murther'd Infants lay, which might my sleep molest. But I alas! was Seiz'd at last, and unto Justice brought, And as along the Streets I past, I was with passion fraught, I at my Tryal did appear, and am Condemn'd to dye, The Laws cannot be too severe for such a Wretch as I. And I account e're long must give, of my Offenses here, Unto that great and mighty Judge, who will e're long appear, How shall I look him in the face, or from his presence fly, I have quite spent my day of Grace, who am Condemn'd to dye. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1693 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Mary Compton was found guilty of the murders of several children, some her own, some she was paid by the churchwardens to take in. Her maid was acquitted, as she knew nothing of the dead children (in the cellar) and was left with only cheese to feed the babies. Ann Davis was convicted of being an accessory to the murders and was burned in the hand. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for J. Bissel, at the Bible and Harp in West-Smith-Field. Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Holborn Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/5189faa3297c19d5283161b5889cc378.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="400"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 2.192; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20807/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20807</a> Subtitle Who was Condemned to Dye for that Horrid and Unheard of Murder, which she committed on the Bodys of several young infants, whom she Starved to Death, and was accordingly Executed for the same in Holbourn, upon the 23d. of this instant October, 1693. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Midwife of Poplar's Sorrowful Confession and Lamentation in Newgate English Female murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/87e88685ed7e4c268e8da3412742e658.jpg bb8ded8e0a399289e1df66fe530992ba Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1170">Russell's Farewell</a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics OH! what a wicked Age is this, we Wretches do live in, How prone we are to Wickedness, and to commit each Sin; No day but does produce new Fact of Villainy I say, Some Thieve, some Murders basely act, this is done day by day. But of all Baseness none can tell a wickeder indeed, For when I think upon it well, it makes my Heart to bleed; A Midwife which at Poplar dwell'd, now Newgate is her doom, 'Tis said she several Children kill'd, and hid them under Ground. She left a Boy and Girl at home, besides an infant small, And left them no Provision, which made the Children bawl: They cried so loud the Neighbours heard who went for their Relief, The Boy immediately declar'd their Misery and Grief. I'th' Sellar on a Shelf thats high a Basket there you'l find, And in it two dead Children lye, which terrifie[s] my Mind: They went and found it to be true, a dismal Spectacle, Oh wretched Woman, why did you these little Infants kill. I'th' Sellar by the Boys advice, they digged up and down, Where six poor Childrens carcasses immediately were found. Their Skulls and Bores were taken up, a dismal sight to see, Oh Midwife, Midwife, what mad'st thou bury them privately. Some say they're By-blows she did take, Or Bastards, which you will And all was for the Moneys sake, these infants must be kill'd; For 'tis supposed a sum for good she with a Child did take, But oh! such [?]n[?]rseries for Bloud, would makes one heart to ake. What Grief and Trouble there must be, to those that have put out Their Children to her Custody, since now the Murder's out; No less than eight poor Childyen found, thought to be made away, Six private buried under ground, two in a Basket lay. You Mothers that have Children sure, you nere will Money give, That you for that may never more your Child see while you live, For 'tis a comfort for to see, the Mother Nurse its Child, And then no Midwives Cruelty can ever you beguile. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1693 Synopsis Account of events that are the subject of the ballad Mary Compton was found guilty of the murders of several children, some her own, some she was paid by the churchwardens to take in. Her maid was acquitted, as she knew nothing of the dead children (in the cellar) and was left with only cheese to feed the babies. Ann Davis was convicted of being an accessory to the murders and was burned in the hand. Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed and Sold by T. Moore, Crime(s) Crime or crimes for which the person in the ballad is convicted. murder Gender Gender of the person being executed. Female Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/87e88685ed7e4c268e8da3412742e658.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="400"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 2.193; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20808/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20808</a> Subtitle OR, The Bloudy Midwife; Being A Discovery of a Barbarous Cruelty to several Children that had been made away, and buried privately in a Sellar, and two hid dead in a Hand-basket. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Injured Children, English Female murder https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/original/36a21786266a037c565a658cbca95e0a.jpg bfe279fd5287bb5b1a04377a31d17323 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource English Execution Ballads Execution Ballad Set to tune of... Melody to which ballad is set. <a href="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/items/show/1170">Russell's Farewell</a> Transcription Transcription of ballad lyrics BEhold these sorrows now this day, you that are standers by, All former joys are fleed away, now I am brought to die: My heart is fill'd with fear and dread, for here is no relief, Since I a sinful life have led, I nothing see but Grief. I spent my days with roaring boys, and little thought of death, But where are all those fading joys, now I must loose my breath: Now they are clearly fleed from me, and there is no relief, Alas! alas! I nothing see, but bitter clouds of Grief. Alas! the follies of my youth comes fresh into my mind; Had I been guided by the truth, then had I left behind A better name then now I shall, alas! here's no relief; I by the hand of justice fall, and nothing see but Grief. Bold Francis Winter is my name, who seem'd to bear the sway, But now, alas! in open shame I do appear this day: My former joys have taken flight, for here is no relief; Grim Death appears this day in sight, which fills my soul with Grief. I must acknowledge this is true, that when in arms we rose, I was the captain of that crew which did the sheriff oppose: 'Tis said a man was slain by me, therefore here's no relief, For I must executed be, and nothing see but Grief. Whether I kill'd the man or no, I cannot justly [say] But since in arms we [ ] we seem'd to disobey The city's lawful magistrate; therefore here's no relief. And I must here submit to fate, I nothing see but Grief. It was against the wholesome laws of this my native land, To rise in arms, and be the cause of that rebellious band, Who broke through law and justice too, of which I was the chief, For which I bid the world adieu; I nothing see but Grief. Let my misfortunes teach the rest obedience to the laws; Let them not magistrates molest, for that has been the cause Of shedding blood, for which I die, I being there the chief; The very minute's drawing night, I nothing see but Grief. I ofrentimes have wish'd, in vain, that I had not been there; Nay, were it to be done again, I shou'd that deed forbear, And not myself with such inthral, tho' then I was the chief; But what is past, I can't recal, I nothing see but Grief. The thousands that are standing by, alas! you little know My inward grief and misery, and what I undergo: O let me have your prayers this day, my sorrows here condole: I now have nothing more to say, but, Lord receive my soul. Language Language ballad is printed in English Date Date of ballad 1693 Notes Additional information related to the ballad pamphlet or related events From <a href="https://www.oldbaileyonline.org/browse.jsp?id=t16930426-45&div=t16930426-45&terms=francis_winter#highlight" target="_blank">The Proceedings of the Old Bailey: London's Central Criminal Court, 1674 to 1913</a> Francis Winter, otherwise called Captain Winter, who lived lately in White-Fryars , was arraigned and tried upon an Indictment of Murther, for killing one John Chandlor , with a Leaden Bullet shot out of a Blunderbus, value 10s. giving him a mortal Wound upon the Calf of his Right Leg, of the breadth of one Inch, and of the depth of three Inches; upon the 4th of July 1691, of which Wound so given by the said Francis Winter, he the said Chandlor died the 7th day of the same Month, in the Ward of St. Andrews Wardrobe ; the matter of Fact was after this manner; there being a Riot and a Mutiny raised in White-Fryars , by reason the Gentlemen of the Inner-Temple were offended at a Passage that leads from the Fryars into the Temple Walks, so would stop it up, which White-Fryars men opposing, the Gentlemen sent to acquaint the High Sheriffs of London (viz.) Sir Francis Child , and Sir Edward Clarke , who came by vertue of their Authority to appease the Rout; but they would not be persuaded to peace, but made a hot Resistance; and there were gathered together to the number of about fourscore, the Prisoner being at the head of them, as their Captain and Leader, presenting a Blunderbus against the Sheriffs Officers, shooting it against them; and the deceased Chandlor being unfortunately in the Croud to assist the High-Sheriffs, he was shot by the said Winter into the Calf of his Leg, as aforesaid; and he declared before his Wife, and others who were his Friends, that it was Captain Winter that shot him, for he knew him very well, and described him by his Garb, he having on a White Wastcoat, and a Cap button'd up on one side, in which Equipage the said Winter was in at the same time; all was very clearly and particularly proved against the Captain: And he had very little to urge in his own defence, only denied that he shot the said Chandlor, and that others shot beside him; but then the Court directed the Jury, as to point of Law in the matter; telling them, That where any Lawful Authority shall be opposed by any Riot, or Riotous Assembly, this implied Malice in Law, in the Persons so offending, and they were all equally guilty; and consequently, if the Prisoner did not shoot Chandlor, yet he was guilty of Murther, because he did abet, promote, stir up, and maintain such a Rebellious and Unlawful Assembly; So the Jury having well considered of their Verdict, they brought the Prisoner in guilty of Murther. Tim Hitchcock, Robert Shoemaker, Clive Emsley, Sharon Howard and Jamie McLaughlin, et al., The Old Bailey Proceedings Online, 1674-1913 (www.oldbaileyonline.org, version 7.0, 15 January 2019). Printing Location Location the ballad pamphlet was printed. Printed for J. Deacon, at the Sign of the Angel in Guiltspur-street. Gender Gender of the person being executed. Male Execution Location Location the condemned was executed. Whitefriars Digital Object <iframe src="https://omeka.cloud.unimelb.edu.au/execution-ballads/files/fullsize/36a21786266a037c565a658cbca95e0a.jpg" frameborder="0" scrolling="yes" width="600" height="400"></iframe> Image / Audio Credit Magdalene College - Pepys Library, Pepys Ballads 2.188; <a href="https://ebba.english.ucsb.edu/ballad/20803/image" target="_blank">EBBA 20803</a> Subtitle OR, THE White-Fryers Captain's Confession and Lamentation, Just before his Execution at the Gate of White-Fryers, on the 17th of this instant May, 1693. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Francis Winter's last Farewel: English Male