So come I to thy mercy-gate, Where mercy doth abound, Imploring pardon for my sin, To heal my deadly wound. O Lord, I need not to repeat The comfort I would have: Thou know’st, O Lord, before I ask, The blessing I do crave. Mercy, good Lord, mercy I ask, This is the total sum; For mercy, Lord, is all my suit; Lord, Let thy mercy come! _ACCOUNT OF THE_ TRIAL AND EXECUTION OF JOHN AUSTIN. Convicted at the OLD BAILEY on Saturday, Nov. 1st, 1783, of a Cruel Highway Robbery on JOHN SPICER, a Poor Man. This robbery was so peculiarly inhuman and aggravated, that the circumstances attending it are too interesting to the public not to be given in the detail; nor perhaps can the Old Bailey afford an instance more odious, or more reflecting on the depravity of human nature. John Spicer, the prosecutor, of Cray, in Kent, a poor labouring man, was coming to town on the Tuesday before, with his bundle, where he was a total stranger, in order to get into work, and met with the prisoner at Ilford, where they joined company, and travelled to town together. The prisoner, during their travelling together, sifted the prosecutor, and got out of him the nature of his journey, and what little property he was possessed of, undertook to get him a lodging, provide him a master, and to show him about London. After eating, drinking, and sleeping together on the road at different places, they arrived in town on the Thursday, when the prisoner took Spicer to a public house in Whitechapel, and left him there, pretending to go out after a lodging.