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RELIGION & MORALITY

VINDICATED,
AGAINST
Hypocrisy and Pollution;

OR,

AN ACCOUNT OF THE
LIFE AND CHARACTER
OF
John Church
THE
OBELISK PREACHER,
WHO WAS FORMERLY A FREQUENTER OF
VERE-STREET,
AND WHO HAS BEEN CHARGED WITH
UNNATURAL PRACTICES
IN VARIOUS PLACES.
 TO WHICH IS ANNEXED,

A Fac-simile of a Letter,
WRITTEN BY HIM TO JAMES COOK, WHO KEPT THE
INFAMOUS HOUSE IN VERE-STREET.

LONDON:
Printed by and for R. Bell, Proprietor of the Sunday Dispatch,
Bride Lane, Fleet Street.
Sold by all the Booksellers and Newsvenders in Town and Country
 TO THE PUBLIC.

THE following statements will fully explain the motives which

induced the Editor to expose the crimes of the individual who is the
subject of them. The demand for those numbers of the WEEKLY
DISPATCH in which they appeared, was so great, that many
hundreds of persons were unable to procure the papers, as no more
could be printed than those which were called for on the days of
publication. The Editor, therefore, wishing to extend his efforts in
defence of religion and morality as widely as possible, by holding up
to all mankind a true picture of a blasphemous hypocrite who is a
contemner of the one and a violator of the other, has thought it
advisable to publish the whole of his narratives and remarks in a
separate pamphlet; to which are subjoined many additional facts
that could not appear in a Sunday Paper. The reason this publication
has been so long delayed was, in expectation that John Church would
have been brought to trial in the beginning of June, for an
abominable offence with which he stands charged and committed,
but as there is some reason to suspect that this trial will be put off
even at the ensuing Sessions for the County of Middlesex, the public
curiosity cannot be kept any longer unsatisfied.
June 30, 1813.
 JOHN CHURCH,
THE OBELISK PREACHER.

Extract from the Weekly Dispatch of April 18.

Among the various duties of a newspaper editor, one of the most
arduous is, that of determining what sort of domestic events it may
be useful to cover over with a veil of silence, and what sort are they,
of which the concealment would operate as an injury to the public.
Occurrences will often take place in private life, which, on every
principle of moral expediency and justice, ought never to be born
beyond the threshold of the place where the parties reside. And, on
the other hand, there are certain acts, which, if passed over without
notice by civil authority, or animadversion on the part of the press,
may produce evils destructive to society. Another laborious task
imposed on a journalist is the dilemma in which his duty to the
public and his fear of offending the delicacy of individuals, frequently
places him, when he is about to record events which cannot be
suppressed without doing a serious injury to public morals. [5] I am
well aware that things must not be related in all that naked
grossness of truth, which a legal tribunal requires for promoting the
ends of justice; and that as much delicacy as is consistent with
correctness of information, is necessary in narrations of the sort to
which I allude. This has been the principle on which I have
uniformly acted in the conduct of this paper. But to suppress in a
newspaper the publication of a fact which meets the eyes and ears
of all people would be at once absurd and mischievous. For
instance, in the month of October, 1810, 6 or 7 miscreants were
placed in the pillory in the presence of many thousand spectators;
they were then conveyed through the most public streets in an open
cart, during which time they were pelted with mud and dirt by an
indignant populace: all the inhabitants of the streets viewed this
disgusting exhibition from their windows; and could it have been
possible—nay, must it not have been mischievous to conceal from
any body the crime for which these culprits were then punished?
How foolish then would it have been for any reader of a newspaper
to be offended at seeing it mentioned in print?
I have thought it necessary to preface with these remarks, the
narrative of facts which I am now about to relate; and which I
should at present abstain from noticing were it possible to give them
publicity through the medium of any court of justice. But as two
eminent counsellors [6] have given an opinion against the legal
practicability of such a procedure, for reasons which I shall presently
state; and as in the mean time the public morals may suffer;—the
press must on this occasion interpose as their guardian.
The readers will recollect having seen in last Sunday’s Dispatch, a
report of the proceedings before the magistrates at Union Hall, when
a conventicle preacher of the name of Church complained of a
riotous mob having assembly near the entrance of his Chapel at the
Obelisk in St. George’s fields, and attempted to commit violence
upon him and his congregation. That report was copied from a daily
paper, and was very imperfectly stated. I have since then, made a
full enquiry into all the circumstances of this case; and I shall now
briefly state them from authentic documents, that are ready to be
produced if necessary. For a considerable time past, the person just
named has been getting a living by preaching as a Minister of the
Gospel in an obscure conventicle close to the Surrey Theatre. In the
mean time, reports had gone abroad that he was addicted to certain
abominable propensities, and certain gentlemen in the
neighbourhood, not actuated by any jealousy towards a successful
“rival in the vineyard,” as the Union-hall report falsely stated, but
dreading the disgrace and pollution which Christianity might suffer
from the immoral character of any of its teachers, investigated these
rumours; and the facts I shall now relate came to light. James
Cook, who kept the infamous house in Vere Street, was released
from his two years imprisonment in Newgate, on the 21st of
September last. In the course of a few days after, I understand, he
accidentally met John Church, and recognized him as the gay
parson, whom he had formerly seen at a certain house in the
London Road, and at his own house in Vere Street. A friendly
correspondence then took place between these two old
acquaintances. About the 13th of October, Cook received a letter, of
which a fac simile has been published in St. George’s fields, [7] and of
which I have seen the original in Church’s own handwriting, (having
compared it with other writings of his). In this the Minister of the
Gospel offers his assistance to the “Vere Street Culprit,” to enable
him to set up another public house, as the reader will perceive from
perusing the letter itself:—

Dear Sir,
Lest I should not have time to call on you or converse with you
as I shall not be alone to Day I thought it But Right to Drop you
a Line I wish you all the success you can desire in getting a
house fit for the Business in the public Line and as you had a
great many acquaintance, they ought not to fail you if evey one
acted right according to there ability I am sure you would soon
accomplish it. As I am By no means Rich, But rather em
barrassed I hope you will acept my mite towards it 1l. 1s. and
you shall have another as convenient wishing all prosperity,
I Remain Your’s, sincerely,
J. Church.
for Mr. Cook, at mr. halladays Richmond Budgs Dean St.

There is another letter bearing the two-penny post mark of the 20th
of October, which I have also seen.—It is as follows:—
 Dear Sir,
I received your note this morning in Bed, as I have contracted
such a Dreadful cold Being wet on tuesday I am very much
grievd i have not been able to comply with the request
concerning Mr. C— But I shall certainly keep my eye upon him
and Do him all the Good it lays in my power where ever he is he
knows my Disposition too well to impute any remissness to my
conduct But I cannot Do impossibilities as I have Lately had and
have now Got so many Distressing cases in hand Beside, I will
Be sure to call on you as soon as I can— But am not able to day
I remain Yours J CHURCH
32 hercules Buildings
Badly directed to Mr. Oliver, or (Holloway) No. 6, Richmond’s
buildings, Dean Street, Soho.

The next document is a letter dated March 7, 1810, from a person at

Banbury named Hall, who says that there was a report there against
Church of a very scandalous nature. And that the managers of the
chapel, after making enquiries into it, sent him positive orders never
to return to Banbury again.
Then follows a letter from Wm. Clarke of Ipswich, a young man
between 19 and 20 years of age, which contains an account of
attempts too horrid to be published in this paper. I have within the
last four days seen the written confession (frightful indeed it is) of
this poor simple young man, whose mind was bewildered by the
canting exhortations of Church; and I have heard the whole of his
statements corroborated by the oral testimony of a Mr. Wire who
resides at Colchester, and knows Clarke very well. The
circumstances related by Clarke, would have furnished an ample
ground for a criminal prosecution had he made his complaint
immediately after the assault was committed:—but suffering under
the influence of ignorance and fear, he kept it a secret too long, and
afterwards accepted of a pound note from Church. A case was laid
before two eminent barristers, to have their opinion whether such a
prosecution could be carried on with any prospect of conviction.
Their opinion, which I now have before me in their own hand
writing, is, that after the long concealment of a Charge, a Jury would
pay no attention to his evidence, unless he was confirmed in his
story by other evidence.
The peace of this poor lad’s mind however is completely destroyed,
so fatally has the event preyed upon him:—so far so as to fill the
bosom of his aged father with such a spirit of indignation and
revenge, that he actually came up to London with a full
determination to be the death of him who had thus ruined the peace
of his beloved son, while the mother’s mind was not less distracted
than that of the father. In consequence of this, the father entered J.
Church’s meeting house, with two loaded pistols, one in each pocket,
but under the excess of agitation, he fainted away, and was carried
out of the place.
There are various other documents which are too voluminous to
notice at present. The point to which I now wish to direct the
attention of the public is, the extraordinary circumstance of a man
continuing to exercise the functions of a christian pastor with such
heavy imputations as these hanging over his head. He knows that
the whole neighbourhood rings with accusations; he knows that
some hundreds of publications containing charges so severe, that
my statements compared to then, are “lenity and compassion,” have
been sold in St. George’s-fields; and why has he not brought his
action against the printer in order to let the world see that they are
false.
The printer is a respectable and responsible house-holder residing in
the neighbourhood. He has sent forth from his press many hundred
sheets of paper filled with direct allegations of criminality against
Church: and I again ask, why does not Church take that step which
an honest innocent man would take in vindication of his character,
namely—that of bringing an action for damages, wherein evidence
to their truth or falsehood may be legally admitted? Why has he
gone to Union Hall with a counsel at his elbow, and called on the
magistrates to do no more than require the printer to suppress the
publication of these printed papers, which request the magistrates
have complied with, on the ground that such publications tended to
a breach of the peace? I hope that no person—and I am confident
that no reader of the Weekly Dispatch will be so foolish as to join in
any riotous proceedings. But is Christianity, in the mean time, to
continue suffering under such a slander as that of being
promulgated by a man who is even suspected? A Clergyman of the
Church of England, under similar circumstances, would be
immediately suspended by the Bishop of his diocese. And is there
no power in the state that can impose a temporary silence on a
dissenting minister, until an investigation shall take place respecting
accusation publicly exhibited against him? Is not the ruling power of
the state as interested in preserving the morals of dissenters as of
any other class of subjects?
The reader may probably have some curiosity to know what sort of a
preacher this person is. I have gone to hear him; and I pity his poor
deluded followers. He does indeed deliver himself in a full, clear,
articulate tone of voice; but to criticise style, or analyse the
substance of his discourse, would be a fruitless labour: it would be
like dissecting a cobweb. Unmeaning rhapsodies, and unconnected
sentences, through which the faintest gleam of morality is not to be
traced, must, from their evanescent nature, set the powers of
recollection at defiance: they even escape from the lash of one’s
contempt. [11] In his countenance there is none of that dignified
mildness, none of that subdued expression of piety which one often
observes in Christian preachers whose habits of life are conformable
to their precepts. His manner is forward and imposing; and his eyes
are continually employed in staring at some person among his
auditors. But these being people of the very lowest description, and,
to all appearance, wrapt in a cloud of superstitious stupor, scarcely
ever examine the physiognomy of their idol.
I have a word or two, to add on the subject of riotous proceedings.
On Sunday evening last there was a large crowd of people
assembled near the entrance of the Obelisk Chapel. There were
several groupes of persons holding arguments on the merits of the
preacher, but not the slightest indication of riot. And the only noise
or disturbance that I observed, was created by a gang of fellows
who rushed through the crowd in the character of peace officers
with drawn cutlasses in their hands.

Extract from the Weekly Dispatch of April 25,

1813.
When the late Lord Chief Justice Mansfield promulgated his doctrine
“that truth was a libel,” he went upon this principle,—that no man
could be justified in publishing any thing respecting the character or
conduct of another, which should appear, whether true or false, to
be of so abusive and defamatory a nature as to provoke him to
commit a breach of the peace;—that if the person so defamed had
committed any offence against the law, he should be dealt with
according to law; and that no unauthorized individual had a right to
become his judge. But Lord Mansfield little thought at that time,
that about thirty or forty years afterwards, a case would occur,
wherein, although the “offence was rank and smelt to heaven,” the
arm of the law was powerless; and wherein an appeal to public
opinion became indispensible towards arresting the havoc which the
most destructive of all vices that can exist in society was making
upon the public morals. We have now before us a case precisely of
this nature. Here is a man of the most infamous character—a man
notoriously addicted to the most horrible of all vices—a man who
has been in the constant habit of corrupting youth, by the
instrumentality and under the mask of religion—this man is
exercising all the functions of a Christian minister of the Gospel—
such as reading prayers, preaching sermons, baptizing, and
administering the holy sacrament;—a man at the very idea of whose
guilt, every body, except his deluded or sympathetic auditors,
shrinks back with feelings of disgust and agony;—and yet there
exists no power either ecclesiastical or civil to arrest his career of
blasphemy and guilt! Under such afflicting circumstances, is the
press to continue silent, because the law tells me that I am not to
speak reproachfully of another, although I should speak the truth? If
I see my neighbour’s house on fire, am I to look on with cold-
blooded indifference, without trying to save the whole street from
being involved in flames, because a law may have declared it a
crime for any man to stir, until the beat of a drum or the ringing of a
bell shall have called the people together? If I see that sort of moral
contagion that has been the ruin of Empires, spreading around me
while all the engines that were intended for its suppression, remain
motionless, am I to refrain from raising my feeble voice against it,
because I run a risk of offending against the letter of the law? The
law in this case is, in some manner at a stand, as will appear from
the report I give of the recent proceedings before the Surry
magistrates. It is supposed be unable to act here, because it was
not called into action when the crime, that has been sworn to, was
perpetrated. Yet the enormity of the crime not only remains
undiminished and unatoned for, but the criminal is going forward in
the same career, and is in possession of the same influence, that
gave scope to his criminality: and what is still worse, the Christian
religion is suffering under disgrace and pollution! In such a case
then, the press is the only power that can act: and is that power to
be suspended by cold calculating timidity? The chief duty of a
Journalist is to check the progress of any public evil, by giving
activity and force to the LAW OF OPINION, when the municipal law
cannot reach the same. This duty I am now exercising; and I do it
without fear, because I feel conscious that I am serving the public;
and because I may be instrumental in saving a large portion of the
rising generation from ignominy and ruin.
That the public feel an uncommon share of interest in this question
is evident, from the great increase of sale which this paper
experienced on Sunday last; and their continued demand for it ever
since. I therefore conceive that my readers would not be satisfied
without some more information respecting the person to whom I
allude; and I now present then, with the chief incidents of his life, as
well as some additional traits of his character, most of which have
come to my knowledge since last Sunday. The sketch of his life has
been furnished me by a respectable Gentleman on whose veracity I
can rely. It is as follows:—

Dr. Jortin, in his Adversaria, very justly remarks, that “a sudden

rise from a low station, as it sometimes shews to advantage the
virtuous and amiable qualities, which could not exert themselves
before, so it more frequently calls forth and exposes to view,
those spots of the soul which lay lurking in secret, cramped by
penury, and veiled with dissimulation.”
The Obelisk Parson, John Church, was found, when an infant,
on the steps, or near the porch, of a church, (some say that of
St. Andrew, in Holborn): and the overseers of the parish not
being able to discover who were his parents, or by whom he
was thus abandoned, had him sent to the Foundling Hospital,
where he received that name, which bears the nearest analogy
to the place near which he was found. Here he remained until
he was nine years old, when a complaint to the Governors
having been made against him by the nurses, that he was
addicted to improper and disgusting practices, it was thought
prudent to apprentice him out at that early age, to obviate the
possibility of the contagion spreading among the rest of the
boys who partook of the bounties of that charity. From his
evident illiteracy, and from the badness of his writing, it is
certain that he must have quitted the Hospital at an earlier age
than usual, because, in general, none leave it who are not good
scholars. He was accordingly placed out as an apprentice to a
gilder, in Black friars’ Road. Before the expiration of his
indenture, he was married to his present wife, and he quitted
the service of his master. Shortly afterwards, he worked for a
composition ornament maker, in Tottenham Court Road. This
immaculate Minister of the Gospel here commenced his religious
career, and, under the assumed garb of sanctity, took upon him
the office of a teacher to the Sunday School, at that time
established at Tottenham-Court Chapel. It was here too, that
he first became acquainted with Mr. William Webster, who has
been under the necessity of holding him to bail, to appear at the
next Middlesex Sessions, where an indictment will be preferred
against him for attempts too shocking to be related in print.
Thinking that preaching was a better trade than that which he
was employed in, this precious teacher, together with two other
young men, who were candidates for the gown also, hired a
garret in Soho, where they used to learn the method of
addressing themselves to a congregation. An old chair was the
substitute for a pulpit. He now began (to use his own
expression,) “to gammon the old women.”—Good fortune
happened at length to procure him the notice of Old Mother
Barr, of Orange-street, who, being interested in his behalf,
allowed him the use of a room of her’s, in which he treated her
and a few other choice labourers in the field of piety, with his
rapturous discourses. From this he used to hold forth more
publicly. His virtues and acquirements now recommended him
to one Garrett of notorious memory, who obtained him a living
at Banbury. It was at this place that he first became
obnoxious. Having made several violent attempts upon some
young men while at that place, he was driven out from thence,
by the trustees of the chapel, in which he preached, and
ordered never to shew his face there again. He hastily
decamped, leaving behind him his wife and children, and the
police officers having been sent in pursuit of him, their searches
proved fruitless, and it was a long time before he was heard of.
He once more retired into the country, but was called from his
solitude to use his influence in town, by a man of his own
disgraceful kind named Kitty Cambric, and well known in Vere-
street. It is proper to observe here, that some of these
wretches assume the names of women, and that they are
absolutely married together, as will be shewn presently from
Church’s having been the parson who performed the
 blasphemous mock ceremony of joining them in the ties of
“Holy Matrimony.” He now settled himself at Chapel Court in
the Borough, when his old Garrett publicly charged him with a
wicked and diabolical offence as the law says, “not to be named
amongst Christians,” and he was obliged to run away from this
accusation. By some fortuitous event he at length got
possession of the Obelisk Chapel, where he began to deliver his
doctrines to those who were foolish and ignorant enough to
attend to his fulsome and incoherent exclamations. Several
young men, whose names we are in possession of, and who
were accustomed to hear him, were obliged to leave him in
consequence of his having used them in a manner too indecent
to be mentioned or hinted at. Mr. E— B— has informed the
writer of the present article, that this parson—or rather this
monster—when he was about to preach, would frequently say,
—“Well, I am going to tip ’em a gammoning story, my old
women would believe the moon to be made of green cheese, if
I was to tell them so; and I must tell them something.”—The
writer has also been informed, from credible authority, that
Church was a constant attendant in Vere-street, and that the
gang of miscreants who met at the public-house there, some of
whom stood in the pillory about two years and a half since, had
nominated him to be their Chaplain; and that he officiated in
that capacity. By virtue of his functions, in this situation he was
often employed in joining these monsters in the “indissoluble tie
of matrimony!!!” They were absolutely wedded together. One
evening, when Church visited this infamous place of resort, one
of the gang observed, “Here is Parson Church. Aye, Parson,
how d’ye do? Have you come to see our chapel?”—Church
replied, “Yes, and to preach too.”

In addition to the above account, I have next to mention some

circumstances that have been communicated to me by Mr. E— B—,
who is a respectable young man, and a tradesman, residing in the
Borough of Southwark. Mr. B— happened, unfortunately, to be an
attendant at Church’s meeting house, when the latter took notice of
and formed an acquaintance with him, commencing as usual with
pious exhortations, and then followed up by disgusting freedoms.
Mr. B—, however, struck with horror at such conduct, abandoned the
place, and then he received two letters from Church, of which the
following are copies. Had this wretch received a classical education,
one might suppose he had been writing a paraphrase on Virgil’s
eclogue, beginning with the line—Formosum Pastor Corydon Ardebat
Alexin.
The thoughts, however, originated in his own polluted mind. The
letters will serve to gratify curiosity, and give a further illustration of
his stile and character.

Copy of a Letter, written by the Rev. John Church, Minister of Obelisk

Chapel, Blackfriars’-road, to Mr. E— B—, Rodney-street, Kent-street,
Borough, dated 3d March, 1809:—

Dear Ned,
May the best of blessings be yours in life and in death, while the
sweet sensations of real genuine disinterested friendship rules
every power of your mind body and soul I can only say I wish
you was as much captivated with sincere friendship as I am but
we all know our own feelings best Friendship those best of
names, affection those sweetest power like some powerful
charm that overcomes the mind—I could write much on this
subject but I dare not trust you with what I could say much as I
esteem you—You would consider it as unmanly and quite
effeminate, and having already proved what human nature is I
must conceal even those emotions of love which I feel I wish I
had the honor of being loved by you as much and in as great a
degree as I do you. Sometimes the painful thought of a
separation overpowers me, many are now trying at it but last
night I told persons that called on me that let them insinuate
what they would I would never sacrifice my dear Ned to the
shrine of any other friend upon earth—and that them who did
not like him should have none of my company at all I find dear
Ned many are using all their power to part us but I hope it will
prove in vain on your side, the effect that all this has upon me is
to make me love you ten times more than ever, I wish
opposition may have the same effect upon you in this particular
but I fear not, however I am confident if you love me now or at
any other time my heart will ever be upon you nor can I ever
forget you till death. Your leaving of me will break my heart,
bring down my poor mind with sorrow to the Grave and wring
from my eyes the briny tears, while my busy meddling memory
will call to remembrance the few pleasant hours we spent
together. I picture to my imagination the affecting scene the
painful thought, I must close the affecting subject ’tis more than
my feelings are able to bear—My hearths full, my mind is sunk,
I shall be better when I have vented out my grief, Stand fast my
dearest Ned to me I shall to you whether you do to me or no,
and may we be pardoned, justified, and brought more to the
knowledge of Christ. O help me to sing—
When thou my righteous Judge shall come
To fetch thy ransom’d people home,
May I among them stand,
Let such a worthless worm as I,
That sometimes am afraid to die,
Be found at thy right hand.
I love to meet amongst them now,
Before thy gracious feet to bow,
Tho’ vilest of them all;
But can I bear the piercing thought,
What if my name should be left out,
When thou for them should call.
Learn these two verses by heart and then I will write two more,
as they are expressions of mind fears sensations and desires—I
must close, I long to see your dear face again, I long for Sunday
morning till then God bless you.
 I remain unalterably thy dear thy loving friend,
J. Church.

This letter, without a date, was written by the Rev. J. Church,

Minister of Obelisk Chapel, Blackfriar’s-road, to Mr. E— B—, at 3,
Rodney-street, Lenox-Street, Borough; and received by him on or
about the 15th day March, 1809:—

Dear Sir,
Is this thy kindness to thy once professed much loved friend,
surely I never, never did deserve such cruel treatment at you
hands; why not speak to me last night in James-street when
you heard me call, Stop! stop! Ned! do, pray do; but cruel, cruel
Ned, deaf to all intreaties—O why was I permitted to pass the
door of Mr. Gibbons when you and West were coming out. Why
was I permuted to tramp up and down the New Cut after you; I
only wanted to speak one bitter heart breaking painful
distressing word, farewell; I only wanted to pour my sorrows
into your bosom, to shake hands with you once more, but I was
denied this indulgence. I never, never thought you would
deceive me—O what an unhappy man am I; the thing that I
most feared is come upon me, no excuse can justify such
apparent duplicity; O my distress is great indeed. O my God!
what shall I do? O Christ! O God! support me in this trying
hour, what a night am I passing through, I cannot sleep, tis
near three o’clock; alas! sleep is departed, how great my grief,
how bitter my sorrows, the loss of my character [20] is nothing to
the loss of one dearer to me than my thing else. O let me give
vent to tears, but I am too, too much distressed to cry, O that I
could. I feel this like a dagger; never, never can I forgive the
unhappy instrument of my distress in Charlotte-street. Why did
my dear friend Edward deceive me? O how my mind was eased
on Wednesday night; alas, how distressed on Thursday. I have
lost my only bosom friend, nearest dearest friend, bosom from
bosom torn, how horrid. Ah, dear Suffolk-court, never surely
can I see you again. How the Philistines will triumph; there, so
would we have it; how Ebeir, Calvin, Thompson, Edwards,
Bridgman, all will rejoice, and I have lost my friend, my all in
this world, except the other part of myself, my wife and poor
babes; never did I expect this from my dear E— B—. O for a
calm mind, that I might sleep till day light; but no, this I fear
will be denied me. How can I bear the piercing thought,
parted; a dreadful word, worst of sensations, the only
indulgence, the only confident, the only faithful, the only kind
and indulgent sympathising friend, to lose you. O what a
stroke, O what a cut, what shall I do for matter for Sunday; O
that I could get some one to preach for me; how can I lift up
my head. O Sir, if you have a grain of affection left for me, do,
do intreat of God to support me; this is a worse affliction than
the loss of my character nine months ago. A man cannot lose
his character twice. O I did think you knew better; I did think I
had found one in you that I could not find elsewhere; but no,
the first object presented to you seen suddenly gained your
mind, gained your affections; and I, poor unhappy distressed I,
am left to deplore your loss. O for submission, but I am
distressed; woe is me. O that I had never, never known you,
then I should never feel what I do; but I thank you for your
company hitherto, I have enjoyed it four months exactly, but
this is over for ever; miserable as I am, I wish you well for ever,
for ever. I write in the bitterness of my soul which I feel. May
you never be cursed with the feelings I possess as long as you
live. What a day I have before me; I cannot go out of my
house till Sunday morning. How can I conceal my grief from my
dear wife? how shall I hide it? what shall I say? I am miserable,
nor can I surmount the shock at all. I have no friend to pour
out my sorrows to now, I wish I had; I am sorry you are so
easily duped by any to answer their purposes; my paper is full,
my heart is worse; God help me; Lord God Support me! what
shall I do, dear God! O Lord! have mercy on me, I must close;
this comes from your ever loving, but distressed
 J. CHURCH.

Another Fact.—It appears from the testimony of George Turner, and

James Russell, of Redcross-street, of Richard Jessop, of Cattle-
street, and William Williams of the Mint; that the Revd. John Church,
on the 16th of November, 1809, attended at the funeral of Richard
Oakden, a clerk in the Bank, who was executed before Newgate on
the 15th for a certain horrible crime. The hearse and coach set out
from the Hat and Feathers public-house, kept by a Mr. Richardson in
Gravel-lane, to which place Church and his company returned to
partake of a jovial dinner. In the course of the evening the latter
behaved with great indecency.
The following bad character has also been given of Church, by Mr.
George Gee and his wife, who keep a cake shop in the New Cut. I
have heard them both declare it to be true:

“Mr. Church the Minister lodged at our house a year and a half,
and left last year at Lady-day.”
“We were in hopes that we were about to have a godly praying
minister in our house, and to be sure, the first night he had
somewhat like prayer, [21] and that and once afterwards, were
the only times he ever went to family prayer in our house. Nor
could they have any prayer as he would be frequently out
almost all hours of the night, and would lie in bed till ten o’clock
in the morning. Several times he and his wife would have
skirmishings and fightings between themselves, while their
children would be left to run about the streets out of school
hours, and allowed to keep company with children, that would
swear in our hearing most shockingly. His children were always
left to be very dirty, and would be sent sometimes three or four
times in the morning for spirituous liquors of all sorts, as for
reading good books or even the Bible, he scarce ever thought of
it, but would spend a deal of his time in loose and vain talk, in
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