NEWS from Bishops-Gate-Street. Being a True RELATION Of a most Barbarous and Bloody MURDER, Committed by one Jacob Turner, a Broad-Weaver; upon the Body of Mary Turner his Wife; in Lamb-Alley, in Bishops-Gate-Street.  
With an Account of the Coroners Inquest, who sat upon the Deceased, on Friday the 18th. of this Instant January, 1688/9. Who brought in the said Turner, Guilty of Wilful Murder.  
MAny and Notorious are the Murders, that of late have been Committed by divers wicked Persons, and in sundry manners: But none more to be lamented, than this 〈◊〉 Horrid and Unnatural, as those of Husbands on their Wives, etc. 〈◊〉 deplorable Instance, of which (good Reader) be pleased to ●●ke as followeth:  
In Lamb-Alley, in the Parish of St. Botolph Bishop's gate, at the House of one Mr. Vowel, a Victular, over against the Sign of the Last; Lodged for some considerable time, one Jacob Turner, and his Wife Mary. He was Born in the Parish of St. Marry White-Chappel, of honest Parents, being carefully brought up; and when capable, was by his Industrious Parents bound an Apprentice to a Weaver; but being very loote and dissolute youth; as soon as the Term of his Apprenticeship was expired, he betook himself to these Extravagancies, which in this Age (alas) are to predominant, as well as Epidimical. Notwithstanding all this, he had the happiness to Marry with a Virtuous and  Maid, with whom he has lived these 22 years; and by whom God has blest him with a Pious and Dutiful Daughter, now almost 21 years of Age: However these Blessings were not esteemed by him, as sent by an overruling Providence: But being instigated by the Devil, perpetrated this deplorable Murder on the Body of his Wife, in the manner following.  
On Wednesday the Second of this Instant January, 1688/9. About three in the Afternoon, this said Turner being drinking at the Sign of the Lamb, in the aforesaid Alley, and wanting Money to discharge his Reckoning; he sent one to his Wife (who was then a Nurse to one Mrs. Freeman a Broad-weaver in the same Alley) but she not having wherewith all to comply with his demands, he immediately went to his Lodgings, at the aforesaid Victualling House; where sending for his Wife, she presently came to him, whom he led up Stairs; and after many Curses and Oaths, and other Abusive Languages, he fell a Beating of her; and she stooping down to save her Face, he took up a House Knife, that lay by him on the Table, and struck her with great violence into the Ribs, under the Right Shouldier, which immediately occasioned a great effusion of Blood.  
After which having some ●em●●se, he feignedly caught her up in his Arms; telling her, he having done her business. would now do his own; but (poor Woman) she Innocently begged of him not to do any violence to himself; but immediately he in a great Passion, stomping and raving, his Landlord ran up Stairs with his Son, who coming into the Room, found him the said Turner, in the middle of the Room, in a very Impudent and Bravado Posture, with his Arms extended, and accosting his said Landlord; cries out, I have done her Business (meaning his said Wife.) The Landlord, replied to him, Turner, now you have done bravely; now you'll be hanged: upon which words, Turner took up another Knife, and made at Mr. Vowel, his Landlord, swearing he would do his Business too; but Vowel and his Son overpowering him, took the Knife from him, and quelled him: Many Women of the Neighbourhood, coming in, got the Woman to Bed, and sent for one Mr. Litchfield the Elder, a Neighbouring Chyrurgìon, and Turner himself run in his Mad fit, for Mr. Litchfield's Son assronting the Old Gentleman, and forcing him to give place to his Son; who having let her Blood, and applied suitable Medicaments to her, was asked by the Company, whether the Wound would prove Mortal, but would give no positive Answer, but said, he much feared her Recovery; notwithstanding, the Ignorant Neighbourhood, took no Care to secure him; and he as impudently went about his Business, without any Remorse or Concern, for what he had done, she, the said Mary Turner, lay Languishing from the Second day of this Instant, to this last Wednesday, being the Sixteenth; during which space of time, this Villainous Monster of a Man, behaved himself very impudently, both to his Wife, and the Neighbours, that discoursed and reasoned with him, in endeavouring to lay before him the Heinousness of his horrid Crime; but he replied, only with Oaths, Curses, and Blasphamous Expressions: and instead of having the least Remorse of Conscience, avowed several times, that if it were to do again, he would do it; and further. That he had more Persons Business to do, besides her, his said Wife.  
As soon as the Neighbourhood, found his Wife was Expiring, they procured a Constable, and seized him, at a small Alehouse, at the Sign of the Feathers in the Artillery-Lane; who, perceiving the Constable coming, with his Long Staff, came out to him; very impudently, saying, I am the Man, who, I suppose you seek after; I am ready to go with you; who immediately, (he being taken in the Tower Liberty) carried him, before the Right Honourable, the Lord Lucas, who committed him to Prison, where, he continues, in order to his Trial, that he may receive the Just Punishment, for so Barbarous, Bloody and Unnatural Murder; and last Night, being the Eighteenth Instant, the Coroners and Jury, sat on the Deceased Body, and brought in Jacob Turner Guilty of Wilful Murder. And thus Reader, I hope this may be a warning to deter others from committing the like Crime.   

This may be Printed, 1689.   

LONDON, Printed for Stephen Draper.