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Volume II

NICHOLAS HORNER

A Minister's Son who turned Highwayman, and was
executed 3rd of April, 1719

THIS unhappy wretch was the younger son of the
minister of Honiton, in Devonshire, and was a very
wild untoward child even from infancy. However, his
indulgent father, in order to provide for him, bestowed as
much learning upon him as qualified him to be clerk to
an attorney in Lion's Inn, in Holywell street, at the end
of the New Church in the Strand; but he soon falling into
extravagant company, and addicting himself very much to
drunkeness and whoredom, ran away from his master before
he had served him three years, and betook himself to the
highway in order to support himself in the pursuit of those
vices. He had such ill luck, nevertheless, in his new profes-
sion, as to be taken in the very first robbery he attempted
to commit, and accordingly he was sent to Winchester Jail

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where he remained confined for three months before he was
brought to trial and condemned. However, his father made
such interest for him at Court that Queen Anne, who was
always known to have a great veneration for the clergy, in
consideration of his father's being one of that order, was
prevailed upon to grant him a pardon, upon condition of his
being transported out of her Majesty's dominions, and not
settling in any part of Europe for the term of seven years,
within six months after his going out of jail.
   During the time of the six months which he was allowed
to remain in his native country, great interest was also made
again to get him off with his transportation ; but that favour
not being obtained, his father sent him to Varujayati, in
the mission of Madure, on the coast of Coromandel, in the
East Indies. In this country the natives still retain that
barbarous and inhuman custom of obliging women of an
exalted station to burn themselves with the bodies of their
deceased husbands. Accordingly, Horner happening to
carry with him a wife, an Englishwoman, who was a great
beauty, she was taken from him and married to an Indian
prince, at whose death she suffered in the manner aforesaid.
   After the expiration of the term of seven years, for which
he was transported, he came back to England, when, his
father and mother being both dead, he received from their
executors five hundred pounds, which his parents had be-
queathed to him in case he was alive and returned home in
such a limited time from the making of the will. But the
abandoned reprobate, not forgetting his former extrava-
gances, nor taking warning by his past sufferings, soon
consumed all this money, and he had again recourse to
the highway.
   One day, being upon his rambles in quest of prey, and
coming up with a rich farmer---" Well overtaken, friend,"
said Horner; " methinks you look melancholy: pray what
may be your affliction? If you are under any misfortunes
by crosses and losses in the world, perhaps it may be in
my power to relieve you." The farmer very frankly replied :
"Ah! dear sir, were I to say that I have had any losses in the

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world, I should be telling a great lie; for I have been a thriv-
ing man all my lifetime, and should want for nothing had I
but content. But indeed I have crosses enough, through a
damned scolding wife at home, who, though I am the best
of husbands to her, and daily do my utmost endeavour to
make her and my children happy, yet is she always raving
and scolding about the house like a madwoman, insomuch
that I am daily teased out of my life. Nay, if there's any
such thing as perpetual motion, as some virtuosos affirm,
I am sure it is in my wife's tongue; for it never lies still
from morning till night. Nay, scolding is become so habitual
to her that she cannot forbear it even in her sleep. Where-
fore, could any man tell me a remedy that would cure it, I
have a hundred pounds about me in gold and silver which
I would freely give him with all my heart for so great a
benefit as I should receive by taming this confounded
shrew."
   At the mention of the agreeable name of a hundred
pounds Horner pricked up both his ears and answered :
" Sir, I will first tell you the ingredients which enter into
the composition of a scold, and the cause of a distemper
being truly known, 'twill be the more easy to complete the
cure. You must understand, then, that Nature, in making
an arrant scold, first took of the tongues and galls of bulls,
bears, wolves, magpies, parrots, cuckoos and nightingales,
each a like number; the tongues and tails of vipers,
adders, snails and lizards, six apiece; aurum fulminans,
aqua fortis and gunpowder, of each one pound; the clappers
of seventeen bells and the pestles of thirty apothecaries'
mortars. These being all mixed together, she calcined them
in Mount Strombolo, and dissolved the ashes in water
taken just under London Bridge at three-quarters' flood;
she then filtrated the whole through the leaves of Calepine's
Dictionary, to render the operation more verbose, after
which she distilled it a second time through a speaking
trumpet, and closed up the remaining spirits in the mouth
of a cannon.
   "Then she opened the graves of all newly deceased

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pettifoggers, mountebanks, barbers, coffee-men, newsmongers
and fishwives from Billingsgate, and with the skin of their
tongues made a bladder, which she covered over drum-
heads, and filled with storms, tempests, whirlwinds, thunder
and lightning; and in the last place, to make the whole
composition the more churlish, she cut a vein under the
tongue of the dog-star, extracting from thence a pound of
the most choleric blood, and then, sublimating the spirits,
she mixed them up with the foam of a mad dog, and putting
all together in the fore-mentioned bladder stitched them up
therein with the nerves of Socrates' wife."
   "A damned compound indeed this is," rejoined the
farmer. "Surely it must be impossible at this rate for any
man to tame a scold." " Not at all," continued Horner;
"for when she first begins to be in her fits, which you may
perceive by the bending of her brows, then apply to her a
plaster of good words; after that give her a wheedling
potion, and if that will not do, take a birch rod and
apply the same with a strong arm from shoulder to flank,
according to art; that will infallibly complete the cure."
   The farmer, being very well pleased with the prescription,
not only gave Horner many thanks, but a good treat at the next
inn they came to. Afterwards they rode on together again,
and when they came to a convenient place, said Horner :
" Will you be pleased to pay me now, sir, for the good advice
I have given you? " " I thought, sir," answered the farmer,
" that the treat I gave you in return was sufficient satisfac-
tion." " No, sir," quoth Horner, " you promised a hundred
pounds, and, d--n me, sir," continued he, presenting a
pistol to his breast, " deliver your bag this instant, or you
are a dead man." At this rough compliment the farmer
delivered it to him ; but not without a hearty curse or two,
and swearing withal that his wife should pay dearly for it
the first time he tried the experiment of the birch rod
upon her.
   Not long after this exploit Horner met with a gentleman
upon Hounslow Heath, whom he saluted with the terrify-
ing words: " Stand and deliver." Whereupon the person

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assaulted gave him what money he had about him, amount-
ing to about six guineas, and said to him : " Truly, sir, you
love money better than I do, to venture your neck for it."
I only follow the general way of the world, sir," quoth
Horner, which now prefers money before either friends
or honesty, yea, some before the salvation of their souls;
for it is the love of gold that makes an unjust judge take a
bribe; a corrupt lawyer plead a wrong cause in defiance of
truth and justice; a physician kill a man whom he pretends
to cure, without fear of hanging; a surgeon keep a patient
long in hand, by laying on one plaster to heal, and two to
draw his wound. 'Tis gold that makes the tradesman tell
every day a thousand lies behind the counter, in putting off
his bad wares; 'tis that makes the butcher blow his veal,
the tailor covet so much cabbage, the miller take toll twice,
the baker wear a wooden cravat, and the shoemaker stretch
his leather as he does his conscience. In short, 'tis that
makes gentlemen of the pad, as I am, wear a Tyburn tippet,
or old Storey's cap, on some country gallows, which all of
our noble profession value no more than you, sir, do the
losing of this small trifle of six guineas."
   Next day Horner overtook, beyond Maidenhead Thicket,
a young man and a young woman who were going to be
married at Henley-upon-Thames, with a couple of bridesmen
and bridesmaids.
   These he presently attacked, which put the young people
into the utmost consternation, especially the intended bride-
groom, who told Horner upon what design they were going,
and added that he would prevent their marriage, at least
that day, if he took their money from them. But he was
inexorable and deaf to all their entreaties, and immediately
stripped them of every farthing of their coin, to the value of
twenty guineas, to the no small mortification of the young
couple.
   However the ill-natured rogue, not satisfied therewith,
demanded also the wedding-ring, for which the intended
bridegroom entreated him yet more earnestly than for his
money; but Horner being resolutely bent upon having it,

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they delivered it to him; whereupon he said: " You foolish
young devils, do you know what you are going about?
Are you voluntarily going to precipitate yourselves into
inevitable ruin and destruction, by running your heads
into the matrimonial noose with your eyes open? Do you
know it is an apprenticeship for life, and a hard one too?
You had better be ruled by me, and take one another's
words; and if you do, you'll find in taking my counsel
that it is the best day's work you ever did since the hour
of your birth."
   Not long after this exploit a lady of distinction, being
alone in the stage-coach that goes between Colchester and
London, was informed by the coachman, as they were
coming by Braintree, in Essex, that if her ladyship had any
things of value about her, it would be her best way to secure
them as well as she could, for he saw several suspicious
fellows scouting up and down the heath, whom he mis-
trusted to be highwaymen. Upon this caution the lady put
her gold watch, a purse of guineas and a very fine suit of
laced head-cloths under her seat. This done she dishevelled
her hair in a very uncouth manner all over her head and
shoulders, by which time Horner had ridden up to her,
and presenting a pistol into the coach demanded her
money.
   Hereupon the lady, who was a very fine woman, having
great presence of mind, bethought herself of acting the
part of a lunatic, which she did to the life, for opening the
coach door and leaping out, and taking Horner by one of
his legs, she shrieked out in a most piteous and lamentable
shrill voice: " Ah! dear Cousin Tom, I am glad to see you.
I hope you will now rescue me from this rogue of a coach-
man, who is carrying me, by that villain my husband's
order, to Bedlam for a madwoman." " D---n me," replied
Horner, " I am none of your cousin; I don't know you. I
believe you are mad indeed, so Bedlam is the fittest place
for you." " Ah! Cousin Tom," said the lady again, " but I
will go along with you; I won't go to Bedlam." She then
clung close to Horner and his horse, and counterfeited

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lunacy with such dexterity that he really thought it natural,
and asked the coachman: " Do you know this mad b-h?
" Yes," replied the coachman, " I know the lady very well
she is sadly distracted, for she has torn her head-cloths all
to pieces and thrown them away as we came along; and I
am now going with her by her husband's orders to London,
to put her into a madhouse, where she may be cured; but
not into Bedlam, as she supposes." " E'en take her then
along with you to the devil, if you will," said Horner in a
passion, " for I thought to have met with a good purchase,
and I find now there is nothing to be got of this mad toad."
   So he set spurs to his horse and rode away as fast as he
could, for fear of being plagued any more with her, for she
seemed mighty fond of her cousin, and ran a good way
after him; but after he was gone out of sight she was better
pleased with his absence than his company, and got safe
to London.
   When attempting to rob a couple of gentlemen in Devon-
shire Horner was taken, and committed to Southgate, in
Exeter; and receiving sentence of death he was hanged, on
Friday, 3rd of April, 1719, aged thirty-two years.

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