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THE LAST SPEECH Consession, and dying declaration of MORT COLLINS, Soldier in the 27th Regiment of foot, who was execute at Glasgow, on Wednesday the 7th of November 1792, and his Body given to the doctors, for the murder of John Panton, keeper of Bridwell. MORT COLLINS aged 22 years, was born in the County of Clare in Ireland, of honest and industrious parents, who kept me at school until I arrived at the age of fourteen years, When I was bound an apprentice to the glazing and painting business. After two years I broke my Indenture, but agreed with another matter, with whom I served as a journeyman for three years, during the latter part of which I began to neglect my business and frequent bad com- pany ; my companions taking advantage of the silliness of my temper, easily led me into any mischief they pleased. Once they enticed me, when drunk, to beat a man in a most Unmerci- ful manner, for this I was clapt in prisons and afterwards tried before a Sheriff Court but acquitied,the Sheriff gave me a long exhorta- ion to reclaim me from my wicked conduct; and ordered me to examine carefully my bad inclinations and acquaint my parish pastor of them, and follow the instructions and advices he should dictate to me : this I never did, but lived in perfect neglect of my holy religion; and hence all my misfortunes. At last by dedicating my whole time to drink and women, I gave up my business altogether and inlisted in the 37th regiment of foot, from that time I continued the same evil practices till they brought me to this end. But I declare to God, that all my bad actions were the effects of drink, and that I was so perfectly intoxicated when the deed for which I am condemned was perpetrated, that next morning I recollected nothing of what had passed that night. I there- for pray to God, that all young people may take warning from me, beware of bad company, liquor and women were my ruin. I invite the the whole creation to praise the Lord for his tender mercies to me in bringing me to a true sense of my misery after such a wicked life, and leaching me to hope for pardon of all my offences through the merits of Jesus Christ. I return my grateful thanks to Mr. M'Kay for the indulgence he allowed my friends in in visiting me, and John M'Dougal, the inner keeper of the Jail, I cannot express his kindness to me, being always ready to render me every service in his power. I likewise return my most sincere thanks to a Lady in the neighbourhood who supplyed me with the necessaries of life in a liberal manner, may the Lord reward them. (Signed) MORT COLLINS. JOHN M'DOUGAL., Inner-keeper, Witness. O my God and Creator, the time of my de- parture is at hand, and death presseth fore up- on me. It summons me to appear before thy dreadful tribunal; it frights me, when it brings to my remembrance all my former sins, and re- presents unto me the heinousness of my crimes. O great God, when I seriously think what I am and consider what thou art, I am astonished, and the fight of thy Divine Majesty frieght me for I am but dust and ashes, and my being is less than nothing ; but thou art infinite in thy Being and Glory ; the heaven is thy throne, and the earth is thy footstool. I am clothed with darkness, but thou dwellest in a light that no man can approach into. How dare I that am but convinced of sin, draw near unto thee, who art the Holy of Holies, and Holiness itself How can I that am but dry straw and stubble, Hand before an everlasting burning ? O God of God, if I did but see thee sitting upon the throne of Glory, the Judge of thousand thou- lands of immortal spirits waiting upon thee and ten thousand milions worshipping thee ; if I did see thee armed with thounder-bolts, encompa- ssed with flames of fire, like to those of mount Sinai ;I should not only be afraid, but I should fall into despair, instead of drawing hear unto thee, I should fly from thee as Adam and end- eavour to hide myself from eyes, that can not suffer the fight of evil ; I should cry oat as Moses I am afraid, that I tremble all over. Or as the prophet Isaih, Woes is me, for I am undone, because I am a man of unclean lips. and I dwell in the midst of a people of unclean lips, Ita. O If we had lived in the days when our Savour was on earth there is none of us but would looked upon it as a singular happiness and hon- our, to have been admitted with Peter, James, and John, when he went up to mount Tabor, to be eye witness of his transfiguration., A far greater honour and happiness, Death is- endeavouring to procure you ; it will usher you up to mount Sion, it will transport me above all - the heavens, where you shall behold more exce- llent wonders than ever the apostles beheld up- on mount Tabor; for you shall not only behold that glorious Savour whiter than the snow, and higher than the sun, but you yourself shall also be transfigured with him, and clothed with exceeding great glory. The holy aposties saw but two prophets; but you shall see all the Pro- phets, Patriarchs, Apostles, Consessors, Mar- tyrs, the Holy and Blessed Virgin Mary, and generally all the Saints that Reign and Triumph in heaven. The Apostles had a sight of this glory of our Saviour, as an slash of lightning it continued with them but a moment, for soon after they came down from the holy mountain, and were again in the same temptations as before and besieged by the same calamities. For that purpose it is not necessary that we should go put of the world, but that the world should be banished, and driven out of us, and that we should renounce all the vanities and un- ruly affections, so that we may be able to speak with the Apostle, the world is crticisied to me, and I am crucified to the world. O Holy of Holies when shall thy church be so sanctified and cleansed,that no spot or wrinkle or any such thing shall appear in it? When shall I be decked with fine Linen, cloathed with the Sun, and crowned with the Stars? When shall my heart be as a Golden Vial, from whence sweet perfume may ascend? When shall I behold thy face continually? When shall I love thee without interruption, and serve thee without any bar or hinderance? When wilt thou put into my hands a celestial harp, and into my mouth the songs of the Blessed? And when shall I worship thee in the company of all the holy spirits without intermssion, and for ever? When shall I sing forth thy praises in heaven, O Lord, when shall I appear with the holiness of thy saints, in the white robes of thy Martyrs, and be as fiery as the Cherubims that fly about thy glorious Throne 1 O my God Let this holy Zeal which thou hast kindled in my soul be like a fiery Chariot, and an holy frame to carry me up to the Heavens of thy glory where I am to shine in thy presence for ever. Amen. The above Speech was wrote by the Pannell's own hand, on the brink of eternity, what follows his signing was wrote by another hand, and given to J. GALBRAITH.to publish His bahaviour at the place of execution with some other papers will be published.
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