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THE

LIFE

OF

Mr. RICHARD SAVAGE.


Who was Condemn'd with Mr. _James Gregory_, the last Sessions at the
_Old Baily_, for the Murder of Mr. _James Sinclair_, at _Robinson's_
Coffee-house at _Charing-Cross_.


With some very remarkable Circumstances, relating to the _Birth_ and
_Education_, of that Gentleman, which were never yet made publick.

                                        --------_Quis talia fando,
                                        Temperet à Lachrymis?_



_LONDON_:

Printed for, and Sold by _J. Roberts_, at the _Oxford-Arms_ in
_Warwick-Lane_; and by the Booksellers of _London_ and _Westminster_.
1727.

(Price Six Pence.)




THE

LIFE

OF

Mr. RICHARD SAVAGE.


Perhaps no History in the World, either ancient or modern, can produce
an Instance of any one Man's Life fill'd with so many calamitous
Circumstances, as _That_ of the unhappy young Gentleman, who is the
melancholy Subject of the following Sheets; his Misfortunes may be said
to be begun, if not strictly before he had a Being, yet, before his
Birth; for when his Mother, the late Countess of _M----d_, was big with
Child of him, she publickly declared, That the Infant then in her Womb,
did not in the least appertain to her Husband, but to another noble
Earl, upon which a Trial was commenced in the House of Lords, and my
Lord _M----d_, obtained a Divorce, his Lady had her Fortune, which was
very considerable, paid back to her again, with full Liberty of marrying
whom she pleased, which Liberty she made use of in a very short Time,
and my Lord _M----d_ meeting her new Husband, Colonel _B----t_, in the
Court of _Request_ soon after, wish'd him Joy upon it, and said, he
hoped my Lady _M----d_ would make the Colonel a better Wife than she had
done to him. It is very probable that this Divorce gave the Lady a great
deal of Satisfaction: But her Son, being thus bastardized, could not be
born, as otherwise he would have been, a Lord by Courtesy, and Heir to
the Title of an _English_ Earl, with one of the finest Estates in the
Kingdom, which was afterwards, for want of Male-Issue, the Occasion of
engaging two eminent Peers[1] in a Duel, in which they had the
Misfortune to kill each other. Happy we may say it had been, as well for
these Noblemen, as Mr. _Savage_ himself, if he had either not been
illegitimately begotten, or if that Illegitimacy had been prudently
concealed: The being cut off from the certain Inheritance of that great
Wealth and Honour, which, nothing, but his Mother's resentful
Confession, could have hindered him of, would have given any other
Person, when he came to Years of Maturity and Reflection, Sentiments of
a quite different Nature from those which he always, with a Generosity
of Temper peculiar to himself, expressed when that Affair has been
mentioned to him; constantly excusing his Mother for taking any Methods,
how injurious soever they may have been to himself, to be disengaged
from an Husband, whose ill Treatment of her could not suffer her to live
much to her Content with him.

     [1] D. _Hamilton_ and Lord _Mohun_.

But to give the Reader his History in as exact Order of Time as
possible, we shall begin with the Day of his Birth, which was _January
the 10th_, 1697-8. A Day, that he might very reasonably, in the Language
of the despairing _Job_, have repented his ever seeing, when he
considered, as he had too frequently the bitterest Occasions to do, what
an almost uninterrupted Train of Miseries it had introduced him into.
The Reader may easily imagine, that an Affair of this extraordinary
Kind, among Persons of that high Rank, did not a little employ the
Conversation and Scandal of the Town, for which Reason, the Lady
resolving to move out of her Sight, and if possible, by that, out of her
Remembrance, him, who was innocently the Cause of her Reproach,
committed him to the Care of a poor Woman, with Orders to breed him up
as her own, and in a Manner suitable to her Condition, withal, laying a
strict Injunction upon her, never to let him come to the Knowledge of
his real Parents. The Nurse was faithful to the Trust reposed in her, at
the same Time not neglecting to do her Duty to the Infant in a homely
Manner, agreeable to the Disposition of a well-meaning ordinary Person,
and her scanty Allowance from his Mother's Relations; for she did not
appear in the Affair herself, but her Mother, my Lady _Mason_, whether
at her Daughter's Desire, or prompted by her own natural Compassion, I
shall not pretend to determine, transacted every Thing with the _Nurse_,
whose Name was the only one, for many Years, he knew he had any Claim
to, and was called after it accordingly; although his real Father, the
late _Earl Rivers_, was himself one of his God-fathers, and had his
right Name regularly Registered in the Parish Books of St. _Andrew's
Holbourn_; Mrs. _Lloyd_, his God-mother, was as kind to him as the Time
she lived would admit of, but her Death, next to his own Birth, was his
earliest Misfortune; for he not only lost, in all likelihood, a very
good Friend, but could never recover any Part of the 300 Pounds she left
him as a Legacy. When he arrived at Years capable of receiving the first
Rudiments of Learning, and after an Attempt had been made in vain, to
have had him spirited away to one of the _American_ Plantations, he was
sent to a little _Grammar_ School at St. _Alban's_ in _Hertfordshire_.
Here I hope I shall be excused saying, That by the great _Natural
Genius_ he discover'd, this _School_ has had ample Retribution for the
little Assistance he receiv'd from it, for as he never was favour'd with
any Academical Learning, so it was no Secret to those he most familiarly
conversed with, that his Knowledge of the _Classics_ was very slender
and imperfect: Tho', with humble Submission to the Judgment of those
Gentlemen who are such bigotted sticklers for the _Ancients_, he had
something in the Force and Sprightliness of his own Imagination, that
more than made amends for the want of it.

It was while he was at this School, that his Father, _the Earl
Rivers_, died, who had several Times made Enquiry after him, but could
never get any satisfactory Account of him; and when on his Death-Bed, he
more strenuously demanded to know what was become of him, in order to
make him a Partaker in the Distribution of that very handsome Estate he
left among his natural Children, he was positively told he was dead:
Thus was he, whilst, (as he expressed it himself) _legally_ the Son of
one _Earl_, and _naturally_ the Son of another, by the Management of his
own Mother, denied the Benefit of belonging to either of them. In a
Piece that was printed, but, for some weighty Reasons, never made
publick, he tells us, That when he was about _Fifteen_, her Affection
began to awake; and he was sollicited to be bound Apprentice to a
_Shoemaker_, which Proposal he rejected with Scorn, for he had now by
the Death of his Nurse, discover'd some Letters of his Grandmother's,
and by those Means the whole Contrivance that had been carried on to
conceal his Birth. And being now entirely destitute of every the least
Necessary of Life, to whom was it so Natural to apply to as a Mother?
Can a Mother forget her sucking Child! But in this Instance Nature
seem'd to be inverted, the Mother upon no Terms would endure the Sight
of her Son, the Son on all Occasions expressing his Affection for his
Mother, and the strong Desire he had of seeing her; "While Nature acted
so weakly," _says an ingenious Gentleman, writing in Mr._ Savage's
_Behalf_, "on the Humanity of the Parent, she seems on the Son's Side to
have doubled her usual Influence. Even the most shocking personal
Repulses, and a Severity of Contempt and Injuries received at her Hands,
through the whole Course of his Life, were not able to eraze from his
Heart the Impressions of his filial Duty; nor, which is much more
strange, of his Affection; I have known him walk three or four Times in
a dark Evening, through the Street this Mother lives in, only for the
melancholy Pleasure of looking up at her Windows, in hopes to catch a
Moment's Sight of her as she might cross the Room by Candle-light."

Being thus abandoned on all Sides to the Frowns of Fortune and a
capricious World, without any other Friend but his own _Genius_ to
support him, he threw himself upon the barren and unthriving Province of
_Poetry_, a Science how ornamental a Flower soever it may be among the
Qualifications of Men of Ease and Fortune, when display'd only for the
Amusement of a leisure Hour, yet too frequently held in Contempt, when
made the whole Business of a Man's Life, and set to Sale for Bread; and
more especially from the Taste of the present Age, in which the Figure
and Condition of the Author takes up a greater Share of the Reader's
Enquiry, than his Parts or the Matter he writes upon. Had the
unfortunate Gentleman I am speaking of, been invested with either of his
Father's Titles or Estates, I question not but we should have almost
lost the Nobleman in the Honours paid to the _Poet_: But few modern
Authors I fear, who launch into the World, unaided by such Advantages,
will, like _Virgil_, when living, have the same Respect paid to them
that was due to an Emperor, or like _Homer_, have Temples rais'd to
their Memories when dead.

The first _Poem_ Mr. _Savage_ published, was whilst he was very young,
concerning the _Bangorian Controversy_; although there were some pretty
Lines in it, yet as his Judgment ripened, he grew himself ashamed of
this Piece, and contributed all he could to suppress the Edition, so
that, it having but an indifferent Sale, very few of them are in any
body's Hands at present. His next Performance was a _Comedy_, wrote at
the Age of Eighteen, which he offered to the Managers of
_Lincoln's-Inn-Fields_ House, but, they not entirely approving it, he
could not get it acted immediately, but not long after, it was altered
by Mr. _Christopher Bullock_, one of the Managers, and brought upon the
Stage as his own, under the Title of WOMAN'S A RIDDLE, without any
Manner of Benefit or Advantage to the distressed _Author_: This Play was
represented with some Applause in the Year 1716, the Plot is taken from
a _Spanish_ Play called, _La Dama Duende_, and was Dedicated to the then
Marquis of _Wharton_.

Two Years after this he got a _Comedy_ upon the Stage in _Drury-Lane_,
called, LOVE IN A VEIL, built likewise on a _Spanish_ Plot, which he
Dedicated to the Right Honourable George _Lord Lansdown_. This Play was
indeed acted for his own Benefit, but it being very late in the Year,
either _May_ or _June_, the Profits of it hardly answer'd the Trouble he
was at in writing and getting it acted: It brought him acquainted
however with some Persons who were good Friends to him afterwards,
particularly a certain Knight, whose Name is not a little known by his
Writings, and Mr. _Wilks_, one of the Patentees of that House; The first
was so, for a short Time, but the latter, who is very remarkable,
notwithstanding his Profession, for his Humanity and Generosity, has
continu'd his Friendship to him to the last, and done him many very kind
and charitable Offices: The other Gentleman gave him a constant
Allowance, and was for a while so fond of him that, it is said, he
proposed his natural Daughter to him, for a Wife, with a Thousand Pounds
Portion, and his Interest, which was thought to be very good at that
Time, to put him into some small Place in the Government; thinking, as
their Births were alike, he could not reproach her, or use her ill, as
some others might have Cruelty enough to do, upon that Account. But this
was too much good Fortune to fall to the Lot of one who seems to have
been born to taste but little of the Comforts of this Life; for some
malicious Person, (and he must be so to a great Degree, who could think
of injuring the most inoffensive Man living) had framed such a Story to
the Knight of scandalous Things said by Mr. _Savage_ against him and his
Lady, that he withheld his Bounty from him, and was not easily prevail'd
upon to see him afterwards.

Now was he again entirely to seek for every support of Life, when by
the Assistance of the Gentleman, just mention'd for his Humanity, he
obtain'd the Sum of fifty Pounds as a Present, from a Lady, whose Duty
it seem'd to have been to take some Care of him; this Sum he was told
should be made up two Hundred, but it being in the Height of the
_South-Sea Infatuation_, by which this Lady was one of the imaginary
Gainers, when that _Grand Bubble broke_, the other Hundred and Fifty
Pounds _evaporated_ with it; and the poor Gentleman who is the Subject
of our Discourse would have been reduced to as great Extremities as
ever, if his Merit had not recommended him to that Ornament of _English_
Poesy, _Aaron Hill_, Esq; Miserable as he was in every other Part of his
Life, his Intimacy and Friendship with this Gentleman was a Happiness he
has been much envy'd for, by several, whose Accomplishments could not
entitle them to so great a Share of his Esteem as himself.

In the Year 1724 Mr. _Savage_ wrote his Tragedy of _Sir Thomas
Overbury_, which was acted at the _Theatre Royal_ in _Drury-Lane_, and
dedicated to _Herbert Tryst_, of the City of _Hereford_, Esq; In this
Play he perform'd the principal Part himself, with much Applause: In an
Advertisement to the Reader, printed before it, he acknowledges the
Obligations he had to his best and dearest Friend, as he there calls
him, Mr. _Aaron Hill_, for his many judicious Corrections in it. The
_Prologue_ and _Epilogue_ were both wrote by that Gentleman; in the
former are these Lines concerning the _Author_.

    _In a full_ World, _our Author lives_, alone!
    Unhappy--_and, of Consequence_ unknown;
    _Yet, amidst Sorrow, he disdains Complaint;_
    _Nor, languid, in the Race of Life, grows faint._
    _He swims, unyielding_, against _Fortune's Stream_,
    _Nor, to his_ private Sufferings, _stoops his_ Theme:
    _Adopts the Pains, which others undergo_;
    _And for_ your Pleasure, _feels not his_ own Woe.

The next Year he was perswaded by his Friends to publish his _Poems_ by
Subscription, but not being enough in Number to make a compleat Volume,
he was favoured with those of several other Gentlemen, among which, Mr.
_Hill_ has the largest Share. And the Author of a Paper which came out
at that Time, call'd the _Plain Dealer_, recommended his Undertaking in
a very handsome Manner, to the Publick: In which, speaking of him, he
says, Perhaps few Things could be more surprizing than an History of his
Birth and Usage! Of two Fathers, whom he might have claim'd, and _both_
of them _Noble_, he lost the _Title_ of the _one_, and a Provision from
the _other's_ Pity, by the Means alone of his _Mother_! Who, as if she
had resolv'd not to leave him a single Comfort, afterwards robb'd him of
_herself_ too! And in direct Opposition to the Impulse of her natural
Compassion, upon mistaken Notions of a false Delicacy, shut her Memory
against his Wants, and cast him out to the severest Miseries; without
allowing herself to contribute even such small Aid, as might at least
have preserved him from Anguish, and pointed out some Path to his future
Industry.

His good Qualities, which are very numerous, ought the more to be
esteem'd and cherish'd, because he owes them to himself only: Without
the Advantage of Friends, Fortune or Education, he wants neither
Knowledge nor Politeness, to deserve a _Mother's_ Blessing, and adorn,
rather than disgrace her.----I am strongly perswaded, from the
Character, which upon all Occasions, he has taken Pleasure to give of
the Lady's Humanity, with regard to the rest of the World, that nothing
but her having, much too long, already been a Stranger to such a Son,
could make her satisfy'd to continue so.----It is impossible, at least,
that she should not distinguish him, by some kind Notice, some little
Mark of her returning Tenderness, if, without Regard to his Merit, she
knew but his Manner of thinking of her: Which is, itself, a shining
Merit! and a surprising Instance of Generosity! if consider'd against
those Reasons, which might excuse a different Treatment of her.

He writ the following Copy of Verses, and several others, on the same
Subject, at a Time, when, I know not, which was most to be wonder'd at;
That he should be serene enough for _Poetry_, under the Extremity of Ill
Fortune!----Or, that his _Subject_ should be the Praise of her, to whom
he ow'd a Life of Misery!

      _Hopeless, abandon'd, aimless, and oppress'd,_
    _Lost to Delight, and, every way, distress'd:_
    _Cross his cold Bed, in wild Disorder, thrown,_
    _Thus, sigh'd_ Alexis, _Friendless, and alone_--
      _Why do I breathe?--What_ Joy _can_ Being _give_,
    _When she, who gave me Life, forgets I live!_
    _Feels not those Wintry Blasts;--nor heeds my Smart._
    _But shuts me from the Shelter of her Heart!_
    _Saw me expos'd, to Want! to Shame! to Scorn!_
    _To Ills!--which make it_ Misery, _to be_ born!
    _Cast me, regardless on the World's bleak Wild:_
    _And bad me, be a_ Wretch, _while yet, a Child!_
      _Where can he hope for Pity, Peace, or Rest,_
    _Who moves no Softness in a_ Mother's _Breast_?
    _Custom, Law, Reason_, All! _my Cause forsake_,
    _And_ Nature sleeps, _to keep my Woes_ awake!
    _Crimes, which the_ Cruel _scarce believe, can be_,
    _The_ Kind _are guilty of, to ruin_ me!
    _Even She, who bore me, blasts me, with her Hate,_
    _And_, meant _my_ Fortune, makes _herself my Fate_!
      _Yet has this sweet Neglecter of my Woes,_
    _The softest, tend'rest, Breast, that_ Pity _knows_!
    _Her Eyes shed Mercy, wheresoe'er they shine;_
    _And her Soul_ melts, _at every Woe--but mine_.
    _Sure, then! some secret Fate, for Guilt, unwill'd,_
    _Some Sentence, pre-ordain'd to be fulfill'd!_
    _Plung'd me, thus deep, in Sorrow's searching Flood:_
    _And wash'd me from the Mem'ry of her Blood._
      _But, Oh! whatever Cause has mov'd her Hate,_
    _Let me but sigh, in silence, at my Fate._
    _The God_, within, _perhaps, may_ touch _her Breast_:
    _And, when she_ pities, _who can be distress'd_?

These Verses, as I said before, were published in the _Plain Dealer_,
to whom Mr. _Savage_ afterwards wrote a Letter himself, that was printed
in that Paper, in which he says: I am, Sir, that unfortunate _Richard
Savage_, the peculiar Circumstances of whose uncommon Treatment from a
Mother (whose fine Qualities make it impossible to me not to forgive
her, even, while I am miserable, by her Means only) induced you some
Months since, in your _28th Paper_, to publish a few ineffectual Lines,
which I had written, on her surprising Usage of me: To which your
Humanity was pleas'd to add certain Reflections, in my Favour, which I
remember, with due Gratitude; and am encouraged, by that Instance of
your Goodness, to make the present Application.

When you shall have perus'd my extraordinary _Case_, and those
convincing _Original Letters_, which I have entrusted with the
Gentleman, who brings you this, I shall need say no more, to satisfy
you, what _Right_ I have to _complain_, in a more _publick Manner_, than
I have, yet allowed myself to resolve on.--The Papers, in the Order you
will see them, are prepared for a Hand, too _Just_, and too _Powerful_,
to leave me the least Distrust of being, shortly, _less oppressed than I
have been_; but I judged myself obliged to lay them under your Eye, that
you might be sensible, you said less, of my _Wrongs_, and my
_Sufferings_, than the unhappy _Truth_ could have justified.

He afterwards, in the same Letter, mentions his Subscription, and begs
those, who think _him_, or his _Design_ worth their Notice or
Encouragement, to send their Names, and the Number of Books they
subscribe for, to _Button's Coffee-house_. Accordingly when his List of
Subscribers was printed before his Book, the following Names were
distinguished from the rest, and which I mention here, to do them
Honour, as having sent their Subscriptions without any other
Sollicitation; prompted only by the Influence of Compassion, and the
Greatness and Generosity of their own Tempers.

     Her Grace the Dutchess of _Cleveland_.
     The Right Honourable the Lady Viscountess _Cheyney_.
     The Right Honourable the Lady Viscountess _Castlemain_.
     Mrs. _Mary Floyer_.
     The Right Honourable the Earl of _Gainsborough_.
     The Right Honourable the Lady _Gower_.
     The Right Honourable the Lady _Lechmere_.
     The Right Honourable the Lord _Milsington_.
     Mrs. _Sofuel Noel_.
     His Grace the Duke of _Rutland_, for Ten Books.
     Her Grace the Dutchess Dowager of _Rutland_.
     Her Grace the Dutchess of _Rutland_.
     The Right Honourable the Countess of _Strafford_.
     Mr. _John Savage_.
     The Right Honourable the Countess Dowager of _Warwick_.

The Dedication of this Book, was to the Right Honourable the Lady _Mary
Wortley Montague_; wherein he says thus, "Nature seems to have form'd my
Mind as inconsistently, as Fortune has my Condition: She has given me a
_Heart_ that is as _proud_ as my _Father's_; to a Rank in Life, almost
as _low_ as the Humanity of my Mother!"

He had also wrote a long Preface to it, giving some Account of his
_Mother's_ unparallel'd ill Treatment of him; but was prevail'd on
through the Imposition of some very considerable Persons to cancel it;
and about that Time he had a Pension of 50 Pounds a Year settled upon
him. I will not venture to say whether this Allowance came directly from
_her_, or, if so, upon what Motives she was induced to grant it him; but
chuse to leave the Reader to guess at it. This was the first Time that
he may properly be said to have enjoyed any Certainty in Life, and this,
alass! of how short a Duration is it like to be, from the unhappy Affair
that has brought him under the heaviest Sentence of the Law! A Sentence,
which, of all Men living, he was thought, by his whole Acquaintance, the
most unlikely to have incurr'd his good Nature and Meekness of Temper,
having before this fatal Accident, been remarkable, among all who
convers'd with him, if I may be allow'd the Expression, even to a Fault.

The last Piece which he exhibited to the World, was, a _Poem_ Sacred to
the Memory of our late most gracious Sovereign, address'd to the Right
Honourable Mr. _Doddington_, one of the Lords Commissioners of the
Treasury, which Subject, tho' it employ'd several other poetic Genius's;
he is allow'd, by some approv'd Judges in that way of Writing, to have
manag'd with a Delicacy, superior to any of his Competitors. But to come
to the dismal Cause of his present Condition; having for some Time had a
Lodging at _Richmond_ in _Surrey_, for the Benefit of the Air, and the
Conveniencies of his Studies; he came to Town on _Monday_ the 20th Day
of _November_ last, in order to pay off another he had in _Queen-street,
Westminster_, thinking the Expence too great to keep them both; and
falling into Company with Mr. _Merchant_ and Mr. _Gregory_, they all
went together to a Coffee-house near his old Lodgings, where they drank
till pretty late in the Evening; Mr. _Savage_ would willingly have got a
Bed at the Coffee-house for that Night, but there not being a
Conveniency for himself, and Company both, they went away from thence
with a Resolution to waste Time as well as they could till Morning, when
they purposed to go together to _Richmond_. In their Walks, seeing a
Light in _Robinson's_ Coffee-house, they thought that a Place proper to
entertain them, tho' Mr. _Savage_ protested he was entirely ignorant of
the Character of the House, and had never been there in his Life before.
Let it suffice in this Place to say, that the direful Consequence of
their going in there, was from an Insult offer'd by Mr. _Merchant_ to
the Company who were drinking there, a mortal Wound given to Mr.
_Sinclair_, of which he languish'd till the next Day, and then died, and
the Condemnation of Mr. _Savage_ and Mr. _Gregory_ for the said Fact.
They were secur'd for that Night, and in the Morning carried before
_Nathaniel Blackerby_, Esq; and two other of his Majesty's Justices of
the Peace, and by them committed to the _Gate-house_; but Mr. _Sinclair_
dying, they were from thence removed to _Newgate_, between Twelve and
One o' Clock on _Tuesday_ Night.

The Coroner's Inquest having sat upon the Body, did not finish their
Enquiry at their first Meeting, but adjourn'd till the _Tuesday_
following, and then brought in their Verdict _Manslaughter_.

Let the Reader now behold a Man of his unspotted Character, and
inoffensive Behaviour, till this fatal Action, involv'd all on a sudden
in all the wretched Circumstances and Sufferings of the most inhuman
Criminals and abandon'd of Profligates, and admire at the decent
Fortitude and Serenity of Mind, with which, according to the Report of
all who saw him, he supported so shocking and unexpected a Misfortune,
as well before as at the Time of his Trial, which was on _Thursday_ the
7th of this Instant _December_, at the _Old Baily_; where after eight
Hours being taken up in hearing the Evidence on both Sides, he and Mr.
_Gregory_ were found Guilty of the _Murther_, and _Merchant_ of
_Manslaughter_ only.

The whole Trial having already been made publick, it will be needless
to give any Repetition of it here, any farther than this, that upon the
Testimonies of _Nuttal_, a Friend of the Deceas'd, and another Person,
who was drinking with him and Mr. _Sinclair_; together, with those of
the Women of the House, it appear'd the Affront was given by
_Merchant's_ kicking down the Table that belong'd to the Deceased and
his Company, and that in Justification of that Rudeness, Mr. _Savage_
and Mr. _Gregory_ drew their Swords, and Mr. _Sinclair_ receiv'd his
Death Wound from Mr. _Savage_.

Being thus cast out of all possible Hopes of making any farther Defence
by Law for his Life, he was carry'd back to the Prison, where the
Indulgence which he had before obtained from the Keeper, of being
excused from having any Irons, could no longer with Safety, be allowed
him, but he and Mr. _Gregory_ were fetter'd with near fifty Pounds
Weight a-piece. On the _Monday_ following, at the Conclusion of the
Sessions, he was carry'd down to the Court to receive Sentence, as
usual, previous to which he made the following Speech.

     'IT is now, my Lord, too late, to offer any thing by way of
     Defence, or Vindication; nor can we expect ought from your
     Lordships, in this Court, but the Sentence which the Law requires
     you as Judges, to pronounce against Men of our calamitous
     Condition.----But we are also perswaded, that as meer Men, and out
     of this Seat of rigorous Justice, you are susceptive of the tender
     Passions, and too humane, not to commiserate the unhappy Situation
     of those, whom the Law sometimes perhaps----exacts----from you to
     pronounce upon. No doubt you distinguish between Offences, which
     arise out of Premeditation, and a Disposition habituated to Vice or
     Immorality, and Transgressions, which are the unhappy and
     unforeseen Effects of a casual Absence of Reason, and sudden
     Impulse of Passion: We therefore hope you will contribute all you
     can to an Extension of that Mercy, which the Gentlemen of the Jury
     have been pleas'd to shew Mr. _Merchant_, who (allowing Facts as
     sworn against us by the Evidence) has led us into this our
     Calamity, I hope, this will not be constru'd, as if we mean to
     reflect upon that Gentleman, or remove any thing from us upon him,
     or that we repine the more at our Fate because he has no
     Parcipitation of it: No, my Lord! For my Part, I declare nothing
     could more soften my Grief, than to be without any Companion in so
     great a Misfortune.'

Who can read this without wishing it may have its desir'd Effect? No
one, I am sure, who knows him personally but interested his Hopes warmly
and zealously in it. His Friends (for his Calamities had added many to
those who were to his _Merit_ before) were generous Partakers of that
Distress which he bore himself so manfully, and are extreamly Assiduous
in recommending him to the _Mercy_ to the best of Sovereigns. Among
which we think nothing more to the Purpose of these Sheets than the
following Letter, with which we shall conclude, supposed to be wrote by
one of the Gentlemen before-mentioned for having publickly express'd his
Compassion for Mr. _Savage's_ Sufferings.

A LETTER to a Noble Lord in the behalf of Mr. _Savage_ and Mr.
_Gregory_.

     MY LORD,

     I am persuaded, you will not refuse this Letter a reading,
     since the principal Subject of it is Mercy: I would not have took
     this Liberty with your Lordship, was I not throughly convinced that
     your Virtue is equal to your Wisdom, and that you are always ready
     to exert both in a proper Cause. I know, for I have experienced it,
     that you have a Heart which can commiserate the Misfortunes of Man,
     and that you are ever willing to lend a Hand to the sinking Wretch.
     What I now write is with the greatest Confusion of Spirits, and
     with the tenderest Sentiments of Humanity for two unhappy
     Gentlemen, one of which is my Friend; my Friend, my Lord, just on
     the Brink of suffering an ignominious Death. Imagine the Tumult of
     my Soul, when the dreadful Idea is before me: But Friendship is not
     the chief Motive of my Concern for him; he is a Man of Virtue and
     of Honour, sufficient Recommendations for your Lordship to
     intercede for him. Blot out the unhappy Moment which was the Source
     of his present Calamity, and he will appear unsullied in either;
     nor will that appear so black, if Murder in any Case may be
     extenuated; when we consider the Evidences who cast him; three
     Women, my Lord, who have since contradicted what before they had
     sworn; the other Evidence, a Man, by Report of no amiable
     Character; but who are said to have most grosly misrepresented the
     Fact, and to have industriously spread that Misrepresentation: But
     my Intention is not to prove innocent whom the Law has found
     guilty; but to submit the two distressful Gentlemen, who now lie
     under Sentence of Death, as Objects of the Royal Mercy. When the
     Law has found guilty one or more Persons, whom it is consistent
     with Virtue and Wisdom to save, it is the blessed Privilege of the
     Sovereign to turn the Course of the Law, and bid the afflicted
     live. The Reputations of Mr. _Savage_ and Mr. _Gregory_ have been
     always clear; nor are they in any Action of their Lives to be
     lamented by their Friends but on this melancholly Occasion. The
     first I have known and conversed with several Years, and can
     therefore more fully speak him: I have discovered in him a Mind
     uncapable of Evil; I have beheld him sigh for the distressed, when
     more distressed himself; I have seen him give that Relief to
     others, which not long before he has in some degree wanted. He is
     so far from a litigious Man, that he was always more ready to
     stifle the Remembrance of an Injury than to resent it. Much more
     could I say of his virtuous Qualities, without swerving the least
     from Truth; but as his Friends, which are many, are as sensible of
     them as my self, I doubt not but they will be as ready to declare
     them as I am, who can make the most solemn Appeal to Heaven, that I
     have seen repeated Instances of every one of these Virtues, and
     more. In his Death, I am certain, the King would lose a good
     Subject; all good Men, a Friend; and Vice, an Enemy. To enforce
     what I have said, I must beg Leave to use some of Mr. _Savage's_
     own Expressions in his Address to the Court, when he received his
     Sentence: _I am perswaded that, as mere_ Men, _and out of the Seat
     of Justice, the Court is susceptible of the tender Passions, and
     too humane not to commiserate the unhappy Situation of him and his
     Fellow-sufferer_ Mr. Gregory; _and to distinguish between Offences
     which arise out of premeditation and a Disposition habituated to
     Vice or Immorality, and Transgressions which are the unhappy and
     unforeseen Effects of a casual Absence of Reason, and a sudden
     Impulse of passion. I hope the Court will contribute to an
     Extension of that mercy which the Jury had shewed to_ Mr. Merchant,
     _who had, according to the Evidence, led them into this Calamity._
     To this Effect, and in almost the same Words, spoke Mr. _Savage_. I
     am satisfied, your Lordship sees the Force of Reason in his Words;
     and nothing can add more to this Gentleman's Character, or shew the
     Goodness of his Disposition, than when he declared, that _nothing
     could more soften his Grief than to be without any Companion in so
     great a misfortune_. Here I cannot help reviving the Memory of his
     past Misfortunes: Wretched from the Womb, robbed of two Fathers,
     and who never yet was blessed with the Smiles of a Parent! Who that
     is born of a Woman can reflect on his Fate, and refuse a Tear? I
     dare venture to say, that your Lordship, and all virtuous disposed
     Souls, would rejoice to see his past miseries recompensed with his
     Life, which is now in the Hands of the King: And happy for him, and
     his Fellow-sufferer, that Mercy sits in Person on the Throne of
     _Great-Britain_! Since it is plain, the Publick may be a Loser by
     the Death of these Gentlemen, and none but the Grave can be a
     Gainer, there is great Reason to hope for a Pardon, or an extensive
     Reprieve. Once more, my Lord, let me repeat my Intreaty for your
     Intercession for him; restore him once more to Life and Freedom;
     rejoice his Friends, and preserve the Publick a useful Member; and
     forgive, my Lord, the Importunity of

                                   _Your most obliged,_

                                        _and most obedient_

                                            _humble Servant._

     Dec. 13. 1727.


_FINIS._


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Transcriber's Notes:

The transcriber made these changes to the text to correct obvious
errors:

  1. p.  8 by Candle-light. --> by Candle-light."
  2. p. 12 Mr Savage --> Mr. Savage
  3. p. 18 Honouroble --> Honourable
  4. p. 19 Humanity of my Mother! --> Humanity of my Mother!"

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