The Wonder of this present Age.
OR, An Account of a
MONSTER
Born in the Liberty of Westminster, on the 16th. of this Instant September, 1687.
Having two Heads, four Arms and Hands; as likewise four Leggs and Feet, yet but one
Body from the lower parts to the Breast, they seem to Embrace one another, and lye face
to face, as if they would Salute, to the Wonder and Admiration of all Spectators.
Tune of Young Mans Legacy. This may be Printed, R.P.
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COme listen now both Young and Old,
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to this strange Wonder of the Land,
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And when the Truth I do unfold,
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you will in admiration stand.
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September on the sixteenth day,
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it being Friday in the Morn,
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Near to St. Gileses I hear say,
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there was indeed a Monster Born.
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I saw it, so did many more,
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who did unto that place arrive,
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The like was ne'r beheld before,
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sure by the oldest Man alive.
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To tell the shape I now do mean,
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according to my chiefest Skill;
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God grant the like may ne'r be seen,
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if it be his most gracious will.
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I speak no more then what I know,
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as here I solemnly protest,
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Two Infants did together grow,
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from the lower parts up to the breast.
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As if one Body and no more,
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four leggs and feet there was likewise
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Two pair of Hips, now this therefore,
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did the Spectators much surprize.
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Two Male-Children they were indeed.
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as by their parts it did appear:
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Nay farther now I must proceed,
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to tell this mighty Wonder here.
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Then from their breasts as many knows
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two little pritty Babes they were,
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Their very Heads as black as slows,
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with locks of soft and downy Hair.
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Some Women that the sight beheld,
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when they these babes approached nigh
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They were alas, with sorrow fill'd,
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to so how these sweet Lambs did lye.
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For they both lay with Face to Face,
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which would the Hearts of mothers move,
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And with their Arms they did embrace,
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as if in most intire Love,
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Their little arms as white as snow,
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their pretiy Fingers long and small;
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Not one in twenty that doth goe
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to see them, but some Tears do fall.
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Heads, Arms, and Leggs, nothing amiss,
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in perfect shape as if for two,
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But yet the greatest wonder's this,
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to see how they together grew.
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They were Dead-Born, therefore we know,
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tis fit we should due praises give
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To God, who did his kindness show,
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in not ordaining them to live.
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For the poor Parents, we may guess,
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it would have been a grief to see
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Them live and languish in Distress,
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with such a strange Deformity.
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Through London now this true Report,
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much admiration does afford,
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So that great numbers do resort,
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to see the wonders of the Lord.
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Let us from Sin our Lives reclaim,
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that we Gods Anger may escape,
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How ought we to adore his Name,
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that granted us our Humane shape.
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Now to the Lord, O let us pray,
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with Hearts of true sincerity,
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That never tender Mother may
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behold the like deformity.
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