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VGW(HU.751.005
31 Jan 1751:11, 12, 21 (5)
Having given an account in our last of Mr. Maclean, the
gentleman highwayman, it may not been disagreeable to say
something of William Smith, who was condemned at the same
time, and whose whole story demands an equal regard. . . .
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He wrote likewise the following ode, during his
confinement:
I.
Once could I tune the Sapphic lyre,
Or gently touch the rural reed;
Once could I soar with Pindar's fire,
Or round Aonia's mount could tread.
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He was executed at Tyburn the 4th of October; and the
next day was interr'd in a handsome manner, his corpse being
carried in a herse, attended by a mourning coach to the
place of interment.
With talents blest, to charm the mind and eye,
What pity thou, at Tyburn Tree, must, die!
Cover'd with crimes, no King cou'd well forgive,
What pity so complete a wretch shou'd live!
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