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         Harris, John, d. 1660.
      
       
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             The speech of Major John Harris at the place of execution, near St. Mary Axe, on Monday the third of September, 1660. With his prayer immediately before his death; and his confession touching his appearing on the scaffold before White-Hall, at the most horrid murder of our late gracious Soveraign Lord King Charles.
             Harris, John, d. 1660.
          
           [2], 5, [1] p.
           
             printed for Nathaniel Bryan,
             London :
             1660.
          
           
             Annotation on Thomason copy: "Sept. 4".
             Reproduction of the original in the British Library.
          
        
      
    
     
       
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           Harris, John, d. 1660 -- Early works to 1800.
           Last words -- Early works to 1800.
           Execution and executioners -- England -- Early works to 1800.
        
      
    
       A87149  R207942  (Thomason E1043_3).  civilwar no The speech of Major John Harris at the place of execution, near St. Mary Axe, on Monday the third of September, 1660.:  With his prayer imme Harris, John 1660    1074 7 0 0 0 0 0 65 D  The  rate of 65 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the D category of texts with between 35 and 100 defects per 10,000 words. 
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           THE
           SPEECH
           OF
           Major
           John
           Harris
           AT
           The
           place
           of
           Execution
           ,
           near
           St.
           Mary
           Axe
           ,
           on
           
             Monday
          
           the
           Third
           of
           
             September
             ,
          
           1660.
           
        
         
           With
           his
           Prayer
           immediatly
           before
           his
           Death
           ;
           And
           his
           Confession
           touching
           his
           appearing
           on
           the
           Scaffold
           before
           
             White-Hall
             ,
          
           at
           the
           most
           horrid
           Murder
           of
           our
           late
           Gracious
           Soveraign
           Lord
           King
           Charles
           .
        
         
           
             London
             ,
          
           Printed
           for
           
             Nathaniel
             Bryan
             ,
          
           1660.
           
        
      
    
     
       
       
       
         
           THE
           SPEECH
           OF
           Maj.
           John
           Harris
           ,
           AT
           The
           place
           of
           Execution
           ,
           on
           Monday
           the
           Third
           of
           September
           ,
           near
           St
           Mary
           Axe
           :
           With
           his
           Confession
           ,
           touching
           his
           appearing
           on
           the
           Scaffold
           at
           the
           horrid
           and
           most
           detestable
           Murder
           of
           our
           late
           Gracious
           Soveraign
           ,
           &c.
           
        
         
           SInce
           the
           Exploit
           put
           upon
           the
           Ginny
           Mer-chant
           by
           Major
           John
           Harris
           ;
           who
           counterfeiting
           
           the
           Hand
           and
           Seal
           of
           Cromwel
           the
           Tyrant
           ,
           presumed
           to
           demand
           some
           hundreds
           of
           pounds
           from
           them
           ,
           ●y
           a
           spec●ous
           pre●ence
           of
           Authority
           &
           Commission
           from
           the
           said
           Tyrant
           ,
           which
           he
           obtained
           ;
           And
           having
           something
           in
           Arrear
           ,
           as
           he
           said
           ,
           and
           falling
           into
           Poverty
           ,
           Necessity
           invited
           him
           to
           use
           his
           Wits
           once
           more
           ,
           (
           which
           prov'd
           his
           last
           ;
           )
           For
           ,
           upon
           his
           going
           to
           one
           Mr.
           
           De
           Noy
           a
           Merchant
           ,
           with
           a
           Guard
           of
           Souldiers
           ,
           pretending
           the
           Lord
           Chancellors
           Warrant
           ,
           he
           caused
           the
           doors
           to
           be
           broke
           open
           ,
           entred
           the
           house
           ,
           and
           carryed
           away
           about
           12.
           pounds
           in
           money
           .
           From
           thence
           he
           went
           to
           Capt.
           
           Halls
           at
           Redriff
           ,
           about
           2
           or
           3
           of
           the
           clock
           in
           the
           morning
           and
           in
           like
           manner
           entred
           his
           house
           ,
           carrying
           away
           a
           very
           considerable
           sum
           :
           Which
           being
           done
           ,
           he
           gave
           the
           souldiers
           30
           shillings
           to
           drink
           ,
           and
           dismissed
           them
           ,
           immediatly
           betaking
           himself
           to
           his
           house
           at
           Lambeth
           Marsh
           :
           But
           he
           was
           in
           few
           hours
           pursu'd
           ,
           and
           by
           a
           Warrant
           apprehended
           ,
           and
           committed
           to
           Newgate
           ,
           where
           he
           remained
           till
           the
           last
           Sessions
           :
           At
           which
           being
           tryed
           ,
           he
           was
           found
           guilty
           of
           Burglary
           ,
           and
           received
           Sentence
           of
           Death
           to
           be
           executed
           near
           St.
           
           Mary
           Ax
           ,
           not
           far
           from
           the
           place
           where
           the
           Merchant
           lived
           :
           Which
           accordingly
           on
           Monday
           the
           3d
           instant
           ,
           was
           put
           in
           execution
           ,
           being
           carryed
           from
           Newgate
           ,
           with
           his
           Coffin
           ,
           in
           a
           Cart
           ;
           But
           before
           we
           proceed
           to
           his
           Speech
           ,
           we
           shall
           only
           
           give
           a
           touch
           of
           his
           Confession
           ;
           Which
           was
           ,
           That
           he
           protested
           against
           the
           having
           any
           hand
           in
           the
           late
           Kings
           Death
           ,
           and
           that
           he
           was
           onely
           upon
           the
           Scasfold
           with
           a
           half
           pike
           ,
           being
           commanded
           thither
           by
           some
           Commission-Officers
           ,
           &c.
           
           But
           the
           time
           of
           execution
           drawing
           nigh
           ,
           he
           was
           required
           to
           hasten
           ;
           &
           being
           come
           to
           the
           place
           where
           he
           was
           to
           breath
           his
           last
           he
           addressed
           himself
           to
           the
           People
           (
           wringing
           his
           hands
           )
           as
           followeth
           :
        
         
           
             CHristian
             Friends
             ,
             As
             my
             time
             in
             this
             world
             is
             very
             short
             ,
             so
             is
             the
             breath
             of
             my
             Nostrils
             ready
             to
             depart
             ;
             I
             am
             exceeding
             faint
             and
             weak
             the
             Lord
             (
             in
             mercy
             )
             inable
             me
             to
             undergo
             this
             bitter
             Cup
             ;
             the
             Dregs
             ,
             I
             confess
             ,
             I
             deserve
             ;
             but
             I
             hope
             God
             will
             forgive
             me
             my
             sins
             ,
             since
             I
             conceive
             it
             is
             very
             much
             his
             pleasure
             to
             bring
             me
             to
             this
             place
             for
             the
             sins
             that
             I
             have
             committed
             .
             It
             is
             the
             Lords
             affliction
             ,
             blessed
             be
             his
             Name
             .
             And
             though
             I
             desire
             ,
             as
             I
             am
             carnal
             ,
             that
             this
             Cup
             may
             depart
             from
             me
             ,
             yet
             not
             my
             wil
             ,
             but
             the
             Lords
             be
             done
             .
             Death
             brings
             unto
             the
             Godly
             an
             end
             of
             sinning
             ,
             and
             of
             all
             miseries
             due
             unto
             sinne
             ,
             so
             that
             after
             death
             there
             shall
             be
             no
             more
             sorrow
             ,
             nor
             cry
             ,
             or
             pain
             ,
             for
             God
             shall
             wipe
             away
             all
             tears
             from
             our
             eyes
             ;
             by
             death
             our
             soules
             shal
             be
             delivered
             from
             thraldom
             ,
             and
             this
             corruptible
             body
             shall
             put
             on
             incorruption
             ,
             and
             this
             mortal
             immortality
             .
             I
             beseech
             you
             pray
             for
             me
             ,
             and
             joyn
             with
             me
             in
             this
             my
             last
             prayer
             .
          
           
           
             
               His
               Prayer
               a
               little
               before
               his
               Death
               .
            
             
               WElcome
               blessed
               hour
               ,
               welcome
               Death
               ,
               the
               period
               of
               my
               Pilgrim●ge
               ,
               the
               term
               of
               my
               Bondage
               ,
               the
               end
               of
               my
               Cares
               ,
               the
               close
               of
               my
               sins
               ,
               the
               bound
               of
               my
               Travels
               ,
               the
               Gaol
               of
               my
               Race
               ,
               and
               the
               Haven
               of
               my
               hopes
               ;
               I
               have
               fought
               a
               long
               fight
               in
               much
               weaknesse
               ,
               I
               have
               finished
               my
               course
               though
               in
               great
               faintnesse
               ,
               and
               the
               Crown
               of
               my
               joy
               is
               ,
               through
               the
               strength
               of
               Divine
               Grace
               ,
               I
               have
               kept
               the
               true
               Faith
               :
               And
               now
               what
               is
               my
               hope
               ?
               my
               hope
               Lord
               Jesus
               is
               even
               in
               thee
               ,
               for
               I
               know
               that
               thou
               my
               Redeemer
               livest
               ,
               and
               that
               thou
               wilt
               immediatly
               receive
               my
               Soul
               ,
               and
               raise
               up
               my
               body
               also
               at
               the
               last
               Day
               .
               And
               now
               ,
               O
               Lord
               ,
               let
               thy
               Spirit
               of
               Comfort
               help
               mine
               infirmities
               ,
               and
               make
               supplication
               for
               me
               with
               sighs
               and
               groanes
               that
               cannot
               be
               expressed
               ;
               I
               submit
               my self
               wholly
               to
               thy
               Will
               ,
               I
               commit
               my
               Soul
               to
               thee
               as
               my
               faithfull
               Redeemer
               ,
               who
               hast
               bought
               it
               with
               thy
               most
               precious
               blood
               .
               I
               confess
               ,
               I
               know
               no
               name
               under
               heaven
               by
               which
               I
               may
               be
               saved
               ▪
               but
               thine
               my
               Jesu
               ,
               my
               Saviour
               ;
               I
               re●ounce
               all
               confidence
               in
               any
               merits
               save
               thine
               .
               I
               thankfully
               acknowledge
               all
               thy
               blessings
               I
               unfainedly
               bewail
               all
               my
               sinnes
               ,
               I
               stodfastly
               believe
               all
               thy
               promises
               ,
               I
               heartily
               forgive
               all
               my
               
               Enemies
               ,
               I
               willingly
               leave
               all
               my
               Friends
               ,
               and
               I
               entirely
               long
               for
               thy
               coming
               .
               Come
               Lord
               Jesus
               come
               quickly
               ;
               Lord
               Jesus
               receive
               my
               Spirit
               .
            
             
               Then
               pulling
               his
               Cap
               over
               his
               Eyes
               ,
               he
               prayed
               again
               very
               fervently
               ,
               putting
               up
               divers
               short
               E●aculations
               ;
               As
               ,
               Father
               into
               thy
               hands
               I
               commend
               my
               Spirit
               ,
               for
               thou
               hast
               redeemed
               it
               ;
               O
               God
               ,
               thou
               God
               of
               Truth
               ;
               Lord
               Jesus
               ,
               receive
               my
               Soul
               ;
               Sweet
               Saviour
               into
               thy
               hands
               I
               commit
               my
               Spirit
               ;
               and
               so
               he
               yielded
               to
               Death
               .
            
          
        
         
           FINIS
        
      
    
    

