THE
Murtherer Justly Condemned,
OR,
An Account of George Feast, a Butcher of Shoreditch, being found
Guilty, at the Sessions-House in the Old Baily, for the Barbarous bloody Murther of his
Wife, by [sta]bbing her in the Belly, in Leaden-Hall Market,on the 5th of May, 1697.
Of which Wound she immediately Dyed, also some Account of his Penitent Behaviour
in Newgate.
To the Tune of, Packingtons Pound. With Allowance.
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COme listen a while and a Story youll hear,
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That will strike you with d[r]ead and amazement and fear
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Tis of a vile Butcher which with bloody Knife,
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Without all compassion did murther his wife,
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In Leaden-Hall Market, who came to reclaim,
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Him from his Debauchrys and life of ill fame:
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Then let all be warnd how they rashly proceed,
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Least trouble and anguish for them be decreed.
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He had been long absent which made her suspect,
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Both her and his business he did much neglect,
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Which put her in passion, that streightway she went,
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To know by this usuage what to her he meant,
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In Leaden-Hall Market she found him, and there
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The cause of her grief she did freely declare:
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Then let all be warnd how they rashly proceed,
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Lest trouble and anguish for them be decreed.
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Though justly reproved, yet so Angry he grew,
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That at her with violence his Knife he then threw;
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But that little Harming, I Tremble to tell ye,
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He took it and Struck it full Deep in her Belly,
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At which she Shriekd and Cryd out, Oh! Im Dead
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But he sought not to Fly, ore-come with the Dread:
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Then let all be warnd how they rashly proceed,
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Least trouble and anguish for them be decreed.
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Being seizd for this Crime hes Committed to Goal,
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As for Murder we know it admits of no Bail;
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And coming to Tryal, Not Guilty did plead,
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But plainly twas provd that he did the sad deed,
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[He] could not deny that he gave her the Wound,
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And therefore of Murder he Guilty was found:
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Then let all be warnd how they rashly proceed,
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Least trouble and anguish for them be decreed.
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This startled him sore, for though unconcernd he,
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Could kill his dear wife, yet now death he did see,
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Was so near approaching him as his sad doom,
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He trembled for fear of the judgment to come:
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To Newgate he then was in Irons conveyd,
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Where piteous sighs and laments he then made:
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Then let all be warnd how they rashly proceed,
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least trouble and anguish for them be decreed.
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He fancys her blood loud for vengeance doth cry,
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Whom he causd on so slight an occasion to dye;
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Or that all pale her sad Ghost does appear,
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Which fills him with horrour, amazement and fear,
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Laments and sad Groans now him company keep,
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And Dreams affrighting disorder his sleep,
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Then let all be warnd, etc.
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Blood guiltiness heavy now on him doth lye,
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And makes him to sigh, and to sob, and to cry,
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O that his dear wife he had never thus usd,
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Whom often, tis plain, he before had abusd,
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Because she would tell him of his wicked life,
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And give him good Counsel like a loving wife:
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Then let all be warnd, etc.
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His Drunken Debauchries now swarm in his mind,
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And how he to her and himself was unkind,
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By spending his money so idley on those,
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That Lewdly had brought him to trouble and woes,
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And though for Repentance it is not too late,
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Yet death now looks terrible on lifes short da[t]e,
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Then let all be warnd, etc.
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And Conscience crys loudly still urging the guilt,
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Of the Innocent blood that he causelessly spilt,
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He owns his Rash folly and grieves for to find,
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Himself coud be cruel to her that was kind,
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But no spareing mercy in reason can crave
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Who with bloody Knife sent his Wife to her Grave,
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Then let all be warnd, etc.
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Thus let all Rash men well consider his fall,
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How innocence loudly for Vengeance dos call,
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And govern their passions that bring them to shame,
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For which when too late they themselves do much blame.
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Consider how Rashness brings troubles and fears,
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Shame, Ruin, and death, it oft for them prepares,
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Then let all be warnd how they rashly proceed,
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Least trouble and anguish for them be decreed.
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