Who was Executed the 1796-08-1717th of
For the Murder of
Robert Barwick, a Sherif’s Officer.
The following Monody is written with a
View of reſcuing his Memory
and ſhewing how inconſiſtent ſanguinary Laws
are, in a Country which boaſts of her Freedom
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The Ghoſt of John Young, &c.
The glooms of Night had veil’d days gaudy
The ſlumbering winds in whiſpers breath’d no
An old Haſpedoc
The Eaſt River.
pour’d his ample ſtream,
In ſullen murmurs by ſad Naſſau’s
Long-Iſland was formerly known by that
When as I roam’d in Melancholy mood,
Where new broke earth compoſ’d a little mound,
Lo! bending o’er a weeping Spectre ſtood,
And from his boſom pour’d a plaining ſound.
Thou whom the ſons of Men call Juſtice here,
Wherefore ſhould Cruelty thus ſway thy Laws,
Why ſhould’ſt thou ope to Perjury
VideMr. Young’s Narrative.
And ſhut thine eyes upon a Strangers cauſe
I, made a Fellow Mortal bleed,
With all his powers and faculties awake;
But in a Frantic hour I did the deed,
And took the Life which God alone ſhould take
Yes, I a Murderer was by rage propell’d.
And I have heard the laſt the harſh decree,
But, if the Maniac is a Murderer held,
Say cool deliberate actors, what are ye?
What title beſt will with your temper
Who can paſs ſentence with a tearleſs eye,
Who break the ancient ſacred laws of Time,
And bid the Young the vigorous mortal,
Whoſe ſteady hands weigh out the
The Fees of the High-Sheriff or Hangman.
For him who ſhall extinguiſh Life ſo
Who ſend the ſoul perhaps all unprepar’d,
The Judgement of the eternal Bar to hear.
But time we gave to make thy peace with
How did ye know the texture of my mind?
How know how ſoon my ſoul would kiſs the
Or to Fates awful Mandate be reſigned.
And Oh, it is a Callous Heart indeed,
That to the fainting criminal denies,
One ſmall reſtorative
It is ſaid, that the Priſoner after
four Hours at his trial, was refuſed one Glaſs
Stops his weak breath and dims his heavy eyes
But Pity whither hadſt
thou fled to mourn,
When the firm Tongue my ſad decree which
Bade me (though once diſmiſt) again return,
To tell me that I was denied a Grave.
The Judge after having pronounced ſentence of Death upon
Mr. Young and diſmiſſed
him, recalled him to inform him that his Body
was to be delivered over to the Surgeons for
Ah, hadſt thou lingered ſtill within thoſe
My Boſom had not known the anguiſh riſe,
Cauſ’d by the ſounds On thee, the ſentence
To be diſmembered by the Greedy Knife.
No greiving Friend it (ſternly ſeemed to ſay,)
Shall mark thy Tomb and whiſper here he lies,
It was reported the Free-Maſons were to
have had his Body decently inter’d.
fraternal ſhall bedew the clay,
That hides thy mangled Corſe from human
But in ſome Pit obſcure thy Fleſh annoy’d
Shapeleſs and bare shall mingle with the ground
And when corruption hath that Fleſh deſtroy’d
Where will a Veſtige
Perhaps in ſome Surgeon’s Poſſeſſion.
of thy Frame be found.
Shame on the Country where ſuch laws prevail,
Savage as thoſe of rude and barbarous lands,
Where Power from Juſtice wreſts the trembling
And cooly dips in human gore his hands.
Say why does Law condemn the wretch to
Who urg’d by Fury hath his fellow ſlain?
Could taking mine reſtore anothers breath?
Or cauſe his clay cold breaſt to glow again?
Was I thus puniſh’d to avenge the Dead?
Or was it that the living might be taught
To look upon the Murderer’s doom with
And ſhun the path with ſuch affliction fraught.
If ſo, why might not the Offender be
Within ſome Priſon’s lonely walls immur’d,
Shut from the bleſſings of Society,
And to the bonds of uſeful toil innur’d,
Cut off from every earthly hope, the Soul,
No worldly wiſh would dare to ſtretch abroad
But as its mournfnul years in ſilence roll,
Would ſeek a reconcilement with its God.
Thus would thy Hands, O Law be free
And thus would the Inhabitant of Time,
When he who gave ſhould call the Soul again,
Return it back unſullied with a Crime.
cried,” within this narrow place,
How ſleeps obſcure the remnant of my frame;
How marr’d how mangled ere it fill’d this ſpace
Ah, how purſued by Obloquy and Blame: