TJIE STORY OF 
 
 SINFUL SALLY j 
 
 THE 
 
 HAMPSHIRE TRAGEDY ; 
 
 i THE 
 
 BAD BARGAIN; 
 
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THE 
 
 STOlf 
 
 OF 
 
 SINFUL SALLY, 
 
 TOLD BY HERSELF. 
 
 Shewing bow from being Sally of the Grfen she 
 was first led to become Sinful Sally, and after- 
 wards Drunken ,l, and how at last she cam? 
 U a most melancholy and almost hopeless End; 
 being therein a Warning to all young ft omm 
 both in Toivn and Country. 
 
 COME each maiden lend an ear, 
 Country lass and London belie i 
 Come ana drop a mournful tear, 
 O'er the tale that I shall tell. 
 
 I that ask your tender pity, 
 
 Ruin'd now and ail forlorn, 
 Once, like you, was young and pretty. 
 
 And as chearful as the morn. 
 
 in yon distant cottage sitting, 
 Far away from London town, 
 
 Once you might have seen me knitting: 
 In my simple kersey gown. 
 
 Where the little lambkins leap, 
 Where the meadow looks so gay, 
 
 Where the drooping willows weep. 
 Simple Sally us'd to stray, 
 
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 Then I tasted many a blessing, 
 
 Then I had an honest fame ; 
 Father, mother me carressing, 
 
 SmilM and thought me free from blame. 
 
 Then, amid my friends so dear, 
 
 Life it speeded fast away ; 
 O ! it moves a tender tear, 
 
 To think how peaceful was the day ! 
 
 From the villages surrounding, 
 
 Ere I well had reach'd eighteen, 
 Came the modest youths abounding. 
 All to Sally of the Green. 
 
 Courting days were thus beginning, 
 And 1 soon had prov'd a wife ; 
 
 O ! if 1 had kept from sinning, 
 Now how blest had been my life, 
 
 Come each maiden lend an ear, 
 Country lass and London belle ; 
 
 Come ye now and deign to hear 
 How poor Sinful Sally fell : 
 
 Where the hill begins inclining, 
 Halt a furlong from the road, 
 
 O'er the village white and shining, 
 Stands Sir Williams great abode, 
 
 Near his meadow I was tripping, 
 
 Vainly wishing to be seen, 
 When Sir William met me skipping 
 
 And he spoke me on the green. 
 
 Bid me quit my cloak of scarlet, 
 Blanvd my simple kersey gown; 
 
 Ey'd me then so like a varlet, 
 Such as live m London town. 
 
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 With his presents I was loaded, 
 
 And bedeck'd in ribbons gay; 
 Thus my ruin was foreboded, 
 O, how crafty was his way ! 
 
 Vanish'd now from cottage lowly, 
 My poor parents' heart I break, 
 
 Enter on a state unholy, 
 Turn a mistress to a rake, 
 
 Now no more by morning light 
 Up to God my voire I raise; 
 
 Now nb shadows of the night" 
 
 Call my thoughts to pray'r and praise. 
 
 Hark ! a well known sound I hear ! 
 
 'Tisthe church's Sunday belli 
 No: I dread to venture near ! 
 
 No : I'm now the Child of Hell. 
 
 Now I lay my bible by, 
 
 Chuse that impious book so new; 
 Love the bold blaspheming lie, 
 
 And that filthy novel too. 
 
 Next to London town I pass, 
 
 (Sinful Sally is my name, ) 
 There to gain a front of brass, 
 
 And to glory in my shame. 
 
 Powder 'd well, and puff'd and painted, 
 
 Rivals all i there outshine; 
 With skin so white and heart so tainted, 
 
 Rolling in my chariot fine. 
 
 In the Park I glitter daily, 
 
 Then I dress me for the play, 
 
 Then to masquerade so gaily, 
 See me, see me tear away, 
 
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 When I meet some meaner lass, 
 Then I toss with proud disdain; 
 
 Laugh a id giggle as I pas& 
 Seeming not \ 3 know a pain. 
 
 Still at every hoir of leisure, 
 Something whispers me within, 
 
 « G! I bate this life of pleasure, 
 For it is a life of sin," 
 
 Thus amidst my peals of laughter, 
 Horror seizes oft my frame : 
 
 Pleasure now — damnation after, 
 And a never-dying flame : 
 
 ,f Save me, save me, Lord," I cry, 
 " Save my soul from Satan's chain !" 
 
 Now I see salvation nigh. 
 Now 1 turn to sin again. 
 
 Is it then some true repentance 
 
 That I ferl for evil done ? 
 No: 'tis horror of my sentence, 
 
 'Tis the pangs of hell begun. 
 
 By a thousand ills o'ertaken, 
 
 See me now quite sinking down, 
 
 'Till so lost and so forsaken, 
 Sal is cast upon the town. 
 
 At the dusk of evening grey, 
 Forth I step from secret cell ; 
 
 Roaming like a beast of prey, 
 Or some hateful imp of hell. 
 
 Ah! how many youths so blooming 
 By mv wanton looks I've won; 
 
 Then by vices all consuming, 
 Left them ruin'd and undone J 
 
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 Thus the cruel spider stretches 
 Wide his web for every fly, 
 
 Then each victim that he catches 
 Strait he poisons till he die. 
 
 Now no more by conscience troubled, 
 Deep I plunge in every sin, 
 
 True— my sorrows are redoubled, 
 But I dr own the in all in gin. 
 
 See me next with front so daring, 
 Band of ruffian rogues a rong; 
 
 Fighting, cheating, drinking, swearing, 
 And the vilest of the throng. 
 
 Mark that youngest of the thieves, 
 Taught by Sal he ventures further, 
 
 What he filches Sal receives, 
 
 'l is foi Sal he does the murther. 
 
 See me then attend my victim, 
 
 To th 'fatal g 'lows tree; 
 PleasM to think how I have nick'd him. 
 
 Made him swing while 1 am free. 
 
 Jaciv I laughing see depart, 
 
 While w'tu Dick I drink and sing. 
 Soon again I'll nil the cart, * 
 
 Make this pre sen: lover swing. 
 
 But while thus with gu It surprising, 
 Sav pursues he b<nd career, 
 
 See God's di ea sful -rain arising, 
 And the Day :A Vengeance near. 
 
 Fierce disease my body seizes, 
 Kackicg pain aglets my bones; 
 
 Dread oi 'death my spirit freezes, 
 peep and doieiul are my groans 
 
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 Here with face so shrunk and spotted 
 
 On the clay cold ground I lie ; 
 See how all my flesh is rotted, 
 
 Stop, O stranger, see me die I 
 Conscience, as my breath's departing, 
 
 Plunges too his arrow deep, 
 With redoubled fury starting, 
 
 Like some giant in his sleep. 
 
 In this pit of ruin lying, 
 
 Once again before 1 die, ^ 
 
 Fainting, trembling, weeping, sighing, 
 Lord, to thee 1 lift mine eye. 
 
 Thou can'st save the vilest harlot, 
 Grace I've heard is free and full, 
 
 Sins that once were " red as scarlet, ■ 
 Thou can'st make as white as wool. 
 
 Saviour, whom I've pierc'd so often, 
 Deeper stiil my guilt imprint I 
 
 Let thy mighty spirit soften, 
 This my harden'd heart of flint. 
 
 Vain, alas ! is all my groaning, 
 For 1 fear the die is cast ; 
 
 True, thy blood is all atoning, 
 But my day of grace is past. 
 
 Saviour ! hear me or I perish ! 
 
 None who lives is quite undone , 
 Still a ray cf hope I'll cherub, 
 
 'Till eternity's begun. 
 
THE 
 
 HAMPSHIRE TRAGEDY ; 
 
 SJlC ™* hK: ? Scrv( '» f rcMcd her Matter, 'and 
 
 ojtencani, i truck dead for telling; a Lie, 
 
 ' & TRUE STORY. 
 
 ! ME all ye burdens and draw near, 
 A doleful song 1 sing, 
 A song dial proves, as y Q u shall hear, 
 A lie s a fearful thing. 
 
 In Hmxp&k\ k once there chane'd to dwell 
 
 Near Meunstoke's little town, 
 A fanning man who prospered well; 
 
 An honest country clown. 
 
 It wgs but little he possess'd, 
 
 But then he was content; 
 He knew no want, could treat a guest, 
 
 And paid his slender rent. 
 
 By honest industry and thrift 
 
 He sav'd a 'lit lie Gtore ; 
 And thanking God for every gift. 
 
 He made that little more.° 
 
 And now, so lofty was his state, 
 
 •jHehir'd a servant maid; 
 Who learning well on him to wait, 
 
 la truth was duly paid. 
 
 One hundred pounds, a mighty sum. 
 
 He now had say'd in all 
 And hid ir, lest some thief should cqm<:. 
 Safe in his kitchen wall. 
 
At length advancing f|ir in years, 
 He calmly view'd his end ; 
 
 For he need never shrink with fears, 
 Whose Maker is his friend, 
 
 kong time a prey to dire disease, 
 Stretch'd on his bed he lay; 
 
 His servant saw him ill at ease, 
 And nurs'd him night and day. 
 
 Then Satan, who like beast of prey, 
 " Seeks whom he may devour ;" 
 
 Did tempt this servant maid so gay. 
 All in an evil hour. 
 
 {ieled her first to see the spot, 
 Where lay thus hidden pjlf; 
 
 Then Did her form the wicked plot, 
 To take it fur her herself. 
 
 lie whisper'd in her willing ear, 
 "Go make it all your own ; 
 
 For since your master's death is near, 
 it never can be known." 
 
 At once the wicked girl obey'd, 
 
 And fear'd no future ill ! 
 Oh, stupid* sinful, silly maid, 
 
 She dreamt not of a will. 
 
 But had she thought of Him, whose eye 
 Sees all the deeds of man ; 
 
 In vain the Tempter had drawn nigh, 
 And urg'd his wicked plan. 
 
 The love of gain had warp'd her soul, 
 And drawn her quite away; 
 
 To Satan thus, that Tempter foul, 
 She fell an easy prey. 
 
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 /Her master dies ; but first he leaves '" { [ 
 By , wiiHHis hundred pound ; ,i>* 
 Fe Is where 'was hid tor teai'- of thieves, 
 - ui oe surely found. 
 
 1 • - went his friends and search d the chink, 
 
 ith dose and cunning eye ; 
 *Twas gone— but nobody could think 
 Which way the peU'couid riy. 
 
 Atleftgtt) the neighbours turo'd a thought 
 
 To this unhappy maid, 
 They searc&'d her box, the thief was caught, 
 
 For there the wealth was laid. 
 
 Then, then, alas ! she vow'd and swore, 
 
 Appealing oft to Heavn, 
 That by her master, long before, 
 
 This sum was freely givn. 
 
 Dire curses oft with forehead bold, 
 
 She cali'd down on her heads 
 And pray'd if any lie she told, 
 
 That God would strike her dead. 
 
 She spoke—Kind strait the sentence passU 
 
 A sentence strange and rare ; 
 At once the Liar breath'd her last; 
 
 For Heav'n did hear her prayer. 
 
 1 The friends around beheld with fear 
 The wretched sinner fall, 
 Forc'd in God s presence to appear, 
 At his most awful call. 
 
 And now let us, who still are le^ 
 
 Take warning old and v oung ; 
 O, let us- h v the sin of iheft, 
 Ana dread a lying tongue, 
 
THE 
 
 BAD BARGAIN, 
 
 OR 
 
 THE WORLD SET VF TO SALE, 
 
 THE Devi!, as the scriptures show, 
 Tempts sinful mortals high and low, 
 A ifl always acting well his part, 
 He suits his bribes to every heart : 
 See there the Prince of Darkness stands, 
 With baits for souis in both his hands, 
 
 To one he offers empires whole, 
 And gives a sceptre for a soul : 
 To one he freely gives in barter 
 A peerage, or a star and garter ; 
 To one he pays polite attention, 
 And begs him just to take a pension. 
 
 Some are so fir'd with love of fame, 
 He br bes them by an empty name ; 
 For fame they toil, they preach, they write. 
 Gives aims, or sally forth and fight; 
 Prefer men's praise to God's salvation 
 And sell their souls for reputation. 
 
But the great gift, the mighty bribe, 
 Wiiich &rtm-pemr$ amid tWtnbe; : 
 finch thousands seize with eager baste 
 1 sire at leasr to taste, 
 Is~r-pioJding readerf^Vhat dye think? 
 Alas. —'tis money— money- -chink! 
 
 Round the wide world Sie fester flies, 
 Presents to view the giitt 'ring prize; 
 See how he goes from shore to shore, 
 And how the nations all adore: 
 Souls flock by thousands to be >old 
 Smit with the love of hlthy gold. 
 
 See at yon needy tradesman shop, 
 
 The universal tempter stop; 
 
 '' Wouldstthou," hecries, "increase thy treasures 
 
 Use lighter weights and scantier measu, k$i 
 
 Ihus thou shalt thrive;- the trader s willing 
 
 And sells his soul to get a shilling. 
 
 Next Satan to a farmer hies, 
 " I scorn to cheat," the fa- mer cftes ; 
 Yet his whole heart on we nth was beat 
 And so the Devil was content; 
 Now markets rise, and riches roil, 
 And Satan quite secures his sotiju ' 
 
 Mark next yon cheerful youth so jolly, 
 So fond of laughter and of folly : 
 He hates a stingy griping fellow, 
 But gets each day a little mellow ; 
 To Sa<an too he sells his soul, 
 In barter for a flowing bowl. 
 
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 Bat mark again yon lass a spinning, 
 See how the temper is beginning, 
 Some buck presents a top not nice. 
 She grants her virtue as the price, 
 Yields to the beau so smart and civil— 
 Her soul she renders to the devil. 
 
 Thus Satan tries each di:Terent state, 
 With mighty bribes he tempts the great 
 I he poor with equal force he plies/ 
 And wins them with an humbler prize; 
 Has gentler arts for young beginners/ 
 And fouler sins for older sinners. 
 
 Oft too he cheats our mortal eyes, 
 
 For Satan father is of lies; 
 
 A thousand swindling tricks he plays us, 
 
 And promises but never pays us, 
 
 Thus we poor, fools are strangely caught, 
 
 And find we've sold our souls for nought* 
 
 Nay, oft with quite a juggler s art, 
 He bids the prdffef'd gift depart 
 Sets some gay joy before our face, 
 1 hen claps a trouble in its place, 
 Sends some huge loss instead of gait. 
 And conjures pleasure into pain? 
 
 Be wise then, Oh ! ye worldly tribe. 
 Nor sell your conscience for a bribe; 
 When Satan tempts you to tegfej 
 Resist him, and refuse to sin ;* 
 Bad is the bargain on the whole. 
 Who gain the world <*nd lose a soul 
 
MO.BERT AND MICH AMD, 
 
 OR 
 
 Cfje ®iw$t of paci- Molly, 
 
 WHO WAS DROWNED IN RICHARD'S MILL POND 
 
 Tune Collin's Mulbery Tree. 
 
 UOTII Richard to Bob, " let things so as 
 they will, b b 
 
 Of pleasure and fun I will still have my fill ; 
 In frolic and mirth I see nothing amiss, 
 And tho' I get tipsey, what barm is in this ? 
 
 For e'en Solomon says, and I vow he says truth, 
 
 Kejoice, O young man in the davs of hy youth,'' 
 "tarn glad (answer'd Bob'voure o'fSolomon 'screed 
 But 1 beg, ifyou quote him, you 11 pleasetoproceed; 
 '' For God /as the wise man continues to sing) 
 thy soul into judgment for all this will bring," 
 t hus a man may get plung'd in a woeful aby^s, 
 By chustng to say, Pray what barm is in tbi's ?" 
 
 "Come, cotre (says gay Richard) don't grudge 
 me a cup, 
 
 I'm resolv'd, while I'm a bU, 111 still keep it up; 
 Retold greybeards deny that in frolic there' , bliss, 
 t il gjkme, love, and drink— and w&at barm ts inibif? 
 
Says Robert, " I grant if you live for to-o*av 
 if u may game, Jove. and drink, and may frolic away 
 But then, my dear D,ck : ! again must contend. 
 l hat the wi e man has bid us remember tbi cn.l." 
 
 Says Richard, 'when sickness or peevish old a?e 
 Shall advance to dismiss me from life's merry sta^ 
 Repentance fust then, bay. may not be amiss, 
 But while young I'll be jolly, what barm is 'in 'ibis ? 
 They parted and Richard his past-times bemm 
 ' Twas Richard the Jovial, the soui of all f«n 
 Each dancing bout drinking bout, Dick would attend 
 And hesungand he swore, nor once tbougbtvftbt end 
 
 Young Molly he courted, the pride of the plain 
 He promis'd her marriage, but promis'd in vain • 
 She trusted his vows, but she soon was undone ' 
 And when she fell weeping he thought it goodfun. 
 Thus scorn'd by her Richard sad Molly ran wild 
 And roam'd thro' the « oods with herdestrtude child 
 1 lH poor Molly and Molly's poor baby were (bund 
 Uneeyftmgu Richard'sown mill-pond bothdrown'd 
 
 Then his conscience grew troubled by niffiht and hv 
 day, 
 
 But its clamour he drown d in more drink and more 
 play ; 
 
 Still Robert exhorted, and like a true friend 
 
 He warn'd him, and pray'd him, to think on the end. 
 
 Now disturb'd in his dreams, poor Molly each njfcfcft 
 With her babe stood before him ; how sad was %& 
 
 sight ! 
 
 O how ghastly she look'd as she bade him attend 
 And so awfully told him, " Remember the end," ' 
 
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 She talk'd of the woes and unquenchable fire, 
 Which await the gay sinner, the drunkard and liar- 
 How he ruiu'd more maidens she bade him bewafe 
 ihen she wept, and she groan'd, and she vanished 
 in air. 
 
 Now beggar'd by gaming, distemperd by drink, 
 Death star'd in his face, yet he dar'd not to think ; 
 Despairing all mercy, despising all truth, 
 He dy'd of old age in the prime of his youth. 
 
 On his tombstone goodRobert these verses engrav'd. 
 Which he hop'd some gay fellow might read and be 
 sav'd. 
 
 THE EPITAPH. 
 
 HERE lies a poor youth who call'd singing his bliss 
 And was ruin'd by saying, what harm is in /bis § 
 Let each passer by to his error attend, 
 And learn of poor Dick to remember the end. 
 
 Z. 
 
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 FINIS.