The Cry of Blood: OR, THE Horrid Sin of Murder DISPLAYED.  
In the true Relation of three several Murders Committed within the compass of one Week, viz. of Capt. campbel on the 4th. Mr.— a Beadle in the Strand, on the 6th. And of Mr. Baker, commonly called Capt. Baker, on the 7th of this instant April, 1692. With a particular Account of the Circumstances of each Tragical Accident.  
NOT to trouble the Reader with a Long Preface (which would be as preposterous as to make a very Large Door to a Little House), it is readily confessed on all Hands, That amongst all the Sins which corrupt humane Nature is ready to commit, there is none has so deep a Tincture of Gild as Murder: And the Providence of God has not Exerted itself more powerfully in any thing, than in the frequent and unexpected Discovery of Marthers, when the Actors of that horrid Crime have thought themselves most secure; yet though several Murders of late, are not as yet, and perhaps never will be Discovered, undoubtedly the Persons who committed them, find a Hell in their own Minds, the Stings of Conscience being equally as terrible as the Looks of an Executioner. But leaving such Bloody Wretches to the Torments of their own Thoughts, it may justly be our Wonder and Surprise, that in a Kingdom Governed by such Good Laws, and in a City Remarkable all over the World, for its Civility and good Discipline, Murders should yet be so frequent. But Passion, Humour, Interest, and False Notions of Honour, having blinded the Judgement, no wonder Men run headlong into Ruin and Destruction. The Truth of which take in these Three following Relations.  
There are Two very Current, and confidently reported Stories of the Occasion of the Death of the Unfortunate Capt. campbel; One is, That diverting himself on Saturday, the Second of this Month, at the Tennis-court, Mr. Thornicraft, a Gentleman, late of the Cursitors Office in Chancery-Lane, came in as a Spectator, being very Richly habited (as he always drestout of the common Rode), and in observing the Play, Capt. campbel, more than Once or Twice, called him, My Lord (supposing him no less), which Mr. Thornicraft Resenting as an Affront, told him, That he might as well call him Squire; for he was no Lord, nor did he pretend to be any. But Capt. campbel, whether Designedly, or through Inadvertency, several times after called him; My Lord, which provoked him so far, that he struck the Captain with his Cane; upon which Swords were drawn on both sides, but parted by the Company, a Challenge followed, and in the Duel, on Monday Morning, the Captain was unhappily Killed. Others again relate it thus, and it seems much more probable, That Mr. Thornicraft Drinking with Capt. campbel, and several other Gentlemen, at a Tavern at Charing-Cross, when the Reckoning was called for, each Gentleman throwing down his Clubh, there happened to be a Brass Shilling in the Sum, which was returned; Each Gentleman in the Company flatly denied it to be his, till at last Capt. campbel fixed it very peremptorily upon Mr. Thornicraft; which he Resenting as a very great Affront, that he should be thought to put off Brass-Money, Challenged the Captain, Fought him, and Killed him.  
Whatever the Provocation was, certain it is, That on Monday, the 4th of this Month, they met at the Duke of Ormond 's Head in the Hay-Market, where they drank a Pint of Young-Hock, and eat a Dish of Soop together, which while they were doing, a third Person, Capt. Campbell's Friend came in; but after a little time they took Coach, and drove to Hide-Park-Corner, and there alighted. As they walked along the Park (the Captain having before assured Mr. Thornicraft, that his Friend was not designed as his Second), this third Person endeavoured to moderate the Matter, and that he would expend a Round Sum of Money, rather than either of them should hazard their Lives about a Brass-Shilling, but Mr. Thornicraft was deaf to all the Gentleman could say, swearing, He would not be pissed upon for a Coward, but fight he would. To a convenient Place they came, both Drew, and after Two or Three Passes, the Captain dropped; and Mr. Thornicraft ask the Gentleman, Whether he would with his Sword revenge his Deceased Friend's Blood? Which he declining, Mr. Thornicraft, with all speed possible, leapt over the Pales, and is supposed to be gone directly for Flanders.  
The Second Murder, which had not so much Gallantry in it, was thus: Lieutenant W— b, a Gentleman belonging to Their Majesty's Fleet, with two other Gentlemen, having disposed the day to Mirth, met at the Greyhound in the Strand, on Wednesday the 6th of this Month, where they Dined Plentifully and Drank very Liberally; after Dinner Mr. L— d, their Landlord, would needs Present them with his Bottle, which they would not Accept of unless they might Drink it in a Coach; the Motion was agreed to, and Coach called, into which they all Entered, and Drank briskly about; but the Coachman being a little Impertinent and Saucy, about their Stay, Lieutenant W— b leaps out of the Coach, and to Chastise the Fellows Insolence gives him a Cut or two upon the Head with his Sword, which occasioned a great Tumult in the Street; to Appease which Disorder, the Beadle of the Duchy Liberty came, endeavouring to Quiet the Disorder Received a Thrust quite through the Body, of which he Instantly Dyed; the Lieutenant and his two Friends were carried before a Justice of Peace, who Committed them to Newgate, where they are to Remain till next Sessions.  
The Third Murder was Committed the very next day, being Thursday, the 7th of this Instant April; the Manner take as followeth. One Mr. Baker, by some called Captain Baker, by others Bully Baker, having passed through a variety of Good and Bad Fortunes, had the Luck about four Years since, to Marry a Widow of a very good Estate, with whom he Lived in Love and Decency; but it seems the Lady having Disobliged several of her Relations by this (as they thought scandalous) Match: About a Year since some Law Suits began to Commence, which were Prosecuted with that Violence, that Mr. Baker was forced to Abscond and Live Incognito. His last Lodgings being in Channel-row, Westminster; he having the day above mentioned been Drinking pretty hard with a Gentleman, his Son in Law; about seven in the Evening they Landed at White-Hall Stairs; at which very instant of Time, a Gentleman and Two Lady's Landed; and in going along Mr: Baker made Love in a very Rude manner to one of them; the Gentleman, their Friend, desiring him to forbear; but he still persisting in his Temper, Swearing he would have her from him; the Gentleman Drew, and obliged Mr. Baker to do the like, which he did; and though he understood a Sword very well, yet his Head not being in right order, after two or three Passes, he was run through the Breast, of which Wound he Immediately Dyed; the Gentleman who Killed him, making his Escape. His Body was Removed to the Sutler's by the Horse-Guard, and his Son in Law detained that Night in the Porter's Lodge, he being supposed to have done the Murder; but next Morning the Coroner sitting upon the Body, and the Gentleman Examined of his Knowledge of the Matter, he gave some Imperfect Account of a Quarrel between his Father in Law and a Gentleman; and it being proved he had too much Liquor about him at that time to be Guilty of any Malice, he was Discharged.  
Upon the whole, How reasonable is that Prayer in the Church Littany, From Battle, Murder, and Sudden Death, Good Lord Deliver us.   

LONDON, Printed for Randal Taylor, near Stationers-Hall. 1692.