MISERY to bee Lamented: Or, A Doleful Relation of the sad Accident which befell Lawrence Cawthorn, a Journey-man-Butcher, belonging to the Shambles in Newgate-Market, who being supposed to be dead, was caused to be presently buried by his Lanlady Mris. Co [...]k, in Pincock-Lane, only, as is supposed out of her greedy desire to gain his cloaths. And how hee came to himself again, when hee was in the grave, as appeared when hee was taken up, by the sad consequences of his strugling and striving to get out of the Coffin, his arms being beaten black and blew, his head bruised and swell'd as big as two heads, and his eyes starting almost out of his head; It being also certainly reported, that he was heard to utter many grievous shrieks and groans the time he lay under ground, which was from Friday night, June 21. to Monday morning, June 24. 1661.
To the Tune of, Troy Town.
ALL you that spend your precious times
i
[...] sensual pleasures and delights,
In drinking, swearing, and such crimes,
whom death it self no whit afrights,
Give ear to what I shall declare,
and well consider what you are.
Your daies in length are like a span,
your life's a vapour, which appears
But for a little while, and than
death puts a period to your years;
O! therefore now, even whilst you may
prepare you for your dying day.
Let not presumptuous thoughts take place
within your hearts, but surely know
Your life's but for a little space
(death is a debt which all men owe)
O! the efore now, even whilest you may
prepare you for your dying day.
Repentance must not be deferr'd
until old age or sickness come;
Death often méets men unprepar'd,
and sends them to their longest home;
Therefore so live, that still you may
be ready for your dying day.
It is appointed that all men
must dye; this truth we know full well,
But in what manner, where, or when
none but the Lord alone can tell;
Therefore so live, that still you may
be ready for your dying day.
Wée daily by experience sée
that from deaths heavy mortal blow
Nought in the world can set us frée,
but to the stroak wée all must bow,
O! therefore now, even whilst you may
prepare you for your dying day.
A sad Example hath of late
béen evident before our eyes.
A young man whose unhappy fate
may teach us all to be more wise
And live so, that wee alwaies may
bee ready for our dying day.
A Butcher was this young mans Trade
and
Lawrence Cawthorn was his name,
The place where he his lodging had,
was at a house in
Pincock-Lane,
Wherein one Master
Cook doth dwell,
in
Newgate-Market, known full well.
When hée his Fréedome did obtain,
a Iourney-mans place hée undertook
A lively-hood thereby to gain,
well t
[...] his businesse hée did look,
And very careful hée was still
to satisfie his Masters will.
But now what unto him befell,
I plainly to you will declare,
That this is true which I shall tell,
most certainly it doth appear;
'Tis strange! yet thus it came to passe,
alive this young man buried was.
The second Part to the same Tune.
ON Thursday June the twentieth day,
as soon as evening-tide was come,
His work being done, hee went some say
unto an Ale-house néer his home,
And tarried certain hours space
with his companions in that place.
Then coming home, to peoples view
hée séem'd in perfect health to bée
Much work hée said hée had to do
next morn as soon as hée could sée,
And told his Landlord to that end
to rise betimes hée did intend.
But when next morning light appear'd,
and hée not rising as he said,
To do his work; his Landlord feard
that sleep his sences had betray'd,
Therefore hee to his Chamber hies,
and loudly calls to make him rise.
But all in vain, for why alasse,
the young man heard not when he spake,
Which to him a great wonder was
that
Laurence would no answer make.
Then down the stairs he did run,
and told some Neighbors what was done.
A Smith was sent for then with speed
who soon broke ope the Chamber doore:
Which being done, they then indeed
began to wonder more and more:
For why, they surely thought that death
had quite bereft him of his breath.
They found him lying on the bed
his cloaths were
[...]n, his eyes were shut:
No motion from the foot to head,
which them into amazement put.
And all concluded certainly
his life was past recovery.
The Searchers then came up, and view'd
his body o're in every place:
And to the people then they shew'd,
what was their iudgement in that case.
Their Uerdict was, that cruel Death
had by a Quinsey stopt his breath.
His Landlady through covetousnesse
to gain his cloaths I understand:
Did make it her great businesse
to bury him quickly out of hand.
A shallow Grave was dig'd with spéed
and he therein was laid indéed.
But ah! what groans he uttered
as some report for verity:
For as it séemes he was not dead,
but only in a trance did lye.
And coming to himself again
he did endure most grievous pain.
With head and féet, and arms he wrought,
so long as any strength remain'd:
Most earnestly for life he sought,
which could by no means be obtain'd.
For being underneathe the ground
to save his life no way was found.
From
Friday night till
Monday morn
he lay in earth imprisoned:
Disconsolate and quite forlorn,
untill his breath was smothered.
And then when as the time was past,
they dig'd him out o'th grave at last.
His Coffin opened was, wherein
a dolefull sight they then beheld:
With strugling he had bruis'd his skin,
his head and eyes were sadly sweld.
His body over black and blew,
as many do report for true.
His Landlord and his Landlady
being suspected for this déed:
Examined were most certainly
and unto
Newgate sent with spéed
And till themselves they well can clear,
it is suppos'd they must lye there.
Now let us all with one consent
turn to the Lord with heart and mind:
And of our grievous sins repent,
that so we may Gods mercy find,
And to conclude to God let's call,
from such a death Lord kéep us all.
FINIS.
London, printed for F. G. on Snow-hill. Entred according to Order.