The Bloody Butcher, And the two wicked and cruel Bawds:
Exprest in a woful Narrative of one Nathaniel Smith a Butcher, who lived in Maypole-Alley near the Strand; his Wife having been all day in the Market selling of Meat, in the evening went with her Husband to an Alehouse, where they stay'd till ten of the clock, and then went home together, and being in their lodging, demanded of her the Money she had taken that day, but she (being great with child and peevish) refused to give it him, he taking his Butchers-knife in his hand stabb'd her in the back, whereof she instantly dyed, for which he was Apprehended, Condemned, and Executed at Tyburn, April the 24th. 1667.
As also another Relation of a Ravisher, who in a Bawdy-house (assisted by two Women) ravished a Girle.
The tune,
The bleeding heart.
VVHat horrid execrable Crimes.
Possess us in these latter Times;
Not Pestilence, nor Sword, nor Fire,
Will make us from our Sins retyre.
Two sad Relations that befel
Vs in this Month, I shall you tell,
As dismal dreadful Déeds they be,
As ever you did hear or sée.
One was the Murther of a Wife,
By wrathful Hand, and bloody Knife;
T'other declares those that defil'd,
The Virgin body of a Child.
A Butcher, as we understand,
Liv'd near the May-pole in the
Strand;
Nathaniel Smith, who lost his life,
For the sad slaughter of his Wife.
After so many years their hands,
Had béen conjoyn'd in wedlock hands,
Whereby came many Children small,
One wretched hour confounds them all.
This Butchers Wife did kéep a Seat
I' th Market-place to sell her Meat;
And was by all report that's made,
A careful house-wife in the Trade.
One fatal Evening being come,
From Market, to her latest home,
She and her Husband both went then,
To a Victualling-house and staid till ten.
The second part,
to the same tune.
THen went together home, where when
A little season they had béen;
He in a bold imperious way,
Demands the Coin she took that day.
She being with Child, and fretful too,
What he commands she would not do;
Which, with his drink, begat a rage,
Nothing but Murther could asswage.
Words made his passion mount up higher
She was the bellows, he the fire:
Words are but wind, but yet they do,
Pierce through the Soul and Body too.
The Devil had subdued him there,
And whisper'd Murther in his ear;
Which he impatient of delay,
Doth perpetrate the readiest way.
With a strong long sharp-poynted knife,
Into the back he stabs his wife:
Flesh of his flesh, bone of his bone
With one dead-doing blow is gone.
She faltred, fainted, fell down dead,
Vpon the ground her bloud was shed;
The little Infant in the womb
Received there both Life and Toomb.
Then was he Apprehended, by
Some Neighbours that did hear her cry
Out Murther, murther, and for this,
He judg
[...]d and Executed is.
Let this a warning be to those,
Whose Passions are their greatest Foes:
And let all Women have a care,
To stir those that impatient are.
Ten angry words with wrath and Knife,
Has kil'd a Husband and a Wife;
An Infant too, which makes up Thrée,
And ruin'd a whole Family.
But mischiefs seldome come alone,
My Muse hath yet another Groan;
A sigh, a tear, and much of moan,
To tell a Déed but lately done.
There was one
Mary, a grand Bawd,
That liv'd by Lechery and Fraud;
Assisted by her Daughter
Bess,
Did kéep a house of wickedness.
They liv'd at
Westminster, where they,
Many a Virgin did betray:
Whose wicked actions made them rue,
This Fact they did, which I'le tell you.
It séems a Fellow thither came,
To pacifie his lustful flame;
Having a fire of Drink before,
Came to be quenched by a Whore.
They being destitute, did méet,
A Neighbours Daughter in the stréet;
A pretty Child, and as 'tis told,
By many, but of Ten years old.
Yet she is tempted in by them,
To serve their turn in that extream,
And then deliver'd up to One,
Was more a Devil than a Man.
Vnto this weak unwary Child,
That was unfit to be defil'd;
In order to their base Design,
They give it Brandy, Ale, and Wine.
Their hot Guest for a Wench doth call,
They brought him One, but very small;
It serv'd his turn, and he did fly,
At his small Game, they standing by,
The Child resisted and cryed out,
The old Bawd choak'd her with a Clout
Stop'd in the mouth; the Fellow spoil'd,
With furious lust the fainting Child.
The Fellow having Ravished,
This tender Child, away he fled:
But what he was, or who, is known
Not as I hear, to any one.
The two that held, and stopt her breath,
Most justly now have suffer'd Death;
Much pitty 'tis that he is frée'd,
By flight, that did the filthy Déed.
Thus have I told you Two sad Crimes,
Committed in these worst of Times;
Let all that hear me now, by this,
Take warning not to do amiss.
Return to God, reform your Lives,
Men be not bitter to your wives:
Wives love your Husbands, for bad words
Have drawn a hundred thousand swords.
Let Love and Patience both agrée,
To kéep us all in Amity;
Then all our bloody Broyls will cease,
God save the King, and send us Peace.
With Allowance. London, Printed by E. Crowch, for F. Coles, T. Vere, and J. Wright.