And now, O Lord God Almighty, who by thy powerful hand, and out-stretched arm, hast for the salvation of my soul, and the benefit of thy creatures, (to whom I can make no other reparation, than to make known to the public the injuries I have done) been pleased through a series of unexampled acts of injustice, brought me down to this most deserved sentence and doom; for my benefit, and that of thy most extensive mercy and goodness. Oh! that I could make recompence to the multitudes I have injured; but no means have I but this, by laying all my crimes, as red as crimson, before the world. To thee, O most merciful God, I most humbly prostrate myself: grant me in this world, knowledge of thy truth, and in the world to come, life everlasting. Amen. C. S. FOOTNOTES: [1] Warehouses or shops for the sale of European goods, are so called in America. [2] The Editor has been looking over some papers, shortly to be published, in which an account is given of a woman, that in all respects far out-strips Mrs. Pembruge. This creature, it seems, whose preceding life had been far from good, was met with in the fields by a person who was vastly taken with the plausableness of her demeanour, an intimacy began; she being in the utmost distress, was furnished with money, wearing apparel, and lodging; was supported in a plentiful manner for five years, and with a house the three last years, for which she received all the rent, amounting to thirty pounds a year, besides an allowance of seven shillings per week in money; but the ingratitude, baseness and corruption of manners of the wretch, can never be parallelled: sloth, sluttishness, whoredom, drunkenness, and gluttony, marked all her days; one of the most merciful and compassionate of men, and the kindest benefactor to her, was treated with every mark of ingratitude, and loaded with every kind of reproach; deprived of his peace, happiness, content, property, reputation, and even an attempt made to take away his life. What will be the end of this woman, cannot be ascertained; though it is far from being improbable her days will be either finished on a dunghill, or at the gallows. If there is any thing in the marks on human bodies, as the books of Astrology and Divination would feign, this person is assuredly “Mark’d on the back, like Cain, by God’s own hand. Wander, like him, accurst thro’ all the land.”