"Who made the heart, 'tis He alone He knows each chord-its various tone, Then at the balance let's be mute, What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted." The left-hand woodcut (here reduced, on our p. 227) re-appears at the head of another ballad, in Roxburghe Coll., iv. 13, with a different and more appropriate label, "Sin caused Righteous be kill'd in the Gates." It is printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, and J. Clark [about 1650-74]; and entitled, "England's Gentle Admonition; or, A Warning-Piece to all Sinners": beginning, "Good People all I pray draw near." It goes to a different measure and tune (viz. "Poor Tom's Progress," &c.); and was written by one "Thomas Robins, a well-wisher to the Church of England." It is of similar character to our "Sinners Care to Repent," which not improbably may have been written by the same person, Thomas Robins. He wrote at least one other ballad; and an Arraignment and Indicting of Sir John Barleycorn, prose and verse, 8vo., 1675. It is in the Pepys Collection. [Bagford Collection, II. 63.] The Sinners Care to Repent in due time: Let not the Sun go down upon your wrath, and let us live in love one with another. Ood Christian people be content, As many do at this present Day: For that man that has a Conscience clear, When Death does come he need not fear. Our sinful lives breeds mighty woe In our sinful Nation, this we know ; One Neighbour will strive to wrong another, But that man, &c. Cheating and couzening is every day, So by that means we do go astray, Their taking of Gods name in vain, They venture their souls, for worldly gain; 6 11 16 Some will damn and swear, and curse and lye, They think there is no God in Heaven, Whoring and drinking's all the sport, To see when love we did imbrace, But Pride doth carry all the sway, Therefore we had need have a care, But that man that has a conscience clear And to Nd not to sleep and snort in sin, But so many cursed Cains there be, [Fresh column.] 48 [? Endangers.] 53 Both old and young, both great and small, You see the danger of it all; Let's mend our lives and call for grace, Our time is going on apace. but that man, &c. 68 And lets live in love and2 be content, With every thing that God hath sent: Mans fancy oft he doth beguile. And lets live in love and pray for peace, And have true Repentance for our sins, but that man, &c. So to conclude and make an end, but that man that has a conscience clear, FINIS. Printed for J. Deacon, at the Rain-bow, near St. [An-] drews-Church, in Holborn. [Black-letter. Date, about 1680.] 73 78 84 This usage of the word framed wrought, or done, is still common as a provincialism; especially in the East Riding of Yorkshire. 2 Orig. misprints “add.” BAGFORD. R Francis Winter's Last Farewell. Autolycus.-"Gallows and Knock are too powerful on the Highway. Beating and hanging are terrors to me."-The Winter's Tale, Act iv. ANOTHER copy of this melancholy ditty is in the Pepys Collection, ii. 188. The tune named is "Russell's Farewell." There are two distinct copies of verses bearing this title, viz. 1st-"Oh, the mighty innocence of Russell, Bedford's son!" which goes to the merry notes of Dean Aldrich's Christ-ChurchBells, and is found in Loyal Songs, 1685, p. 136. The other, 2nd-in the Pepys Collection, ii. 165-is of more serious tone, beginning, Pride, the bane of human creatures, -R. H. Evans' Old Ballads, 1810, iii. 203. To the tune of "Tender hearts of London City." The full title is, "Lord Russell's Farewel, Who was Beheaded for HighTreason, in Lincolns-Inn-Fields, July 21st, 1683." This proves to be the "Russell's Farewell" referred to. It was printed for P. Brooksby, the same year. In this, and in the next succeeding ballad, entitled "The Golden Farmer's Last Farewell," we find those " HangingVerses" which for several hundred years have won favour among the lower classes. Histories of pirates and buccaneers, highwaymen and footpads, even retty shoplifters and "a tame Cheater" (such as Ancient Pistol was declared to be, and no "Swaggerer"), continued to find an attentive circle of readers 1 This ballad is cleverly wrought, and mirth-provoking by its adaptation of a serious subject (Lord Wm. Russell's trial, 1683) to such a merry tune. We give the first verse here: Oh, the mighty Innocence of Russel, Bedford's Son! That dy'd for the Plot, Whether Guilty or not, By his last (Equivocating) Speech! "By the words of a dying Man, I here protest I know no Plot Either by Action or Intent." Fy, fy, fy, fy, fy, fy, my Lord, What are you about to do; To sink to Hell, By th' sound of your Knell, |