Richard Lamb, Killing > murder, 12th September 1733.

Reference Number: t17330912-56
Offence: Killing > murder
Verdict: Guilty
Punishment: Death

73. Richard Lamb , was indicted for the Murder of Christian, his Wife, by throwing her down, and striking and kicking her on the Head, Neck, Breast, and Belly, and giving her, on the hinder part of her Head, one mortal Bruise and Fracture in her Skull, on the 30th of July last, of which she languish'd till the 3d of August following, and then dy'd . He was a second Time indicted, on the Coroner's Inquisition, for the said Murder.

Mary Wood . I live in Nicholas-Alley, in Chick Lane . The Prisoner lives in the same Alley. I came home with my Husband, on Monday Night, a little after 12, When I open'd the Door the Deceas'd ran in, and said, Save me, Woody, or I shall be kill'd to Night. Who'll kill you? says I. My Husband will, says she. Phoo! says I, don't fright yourself - Sit down - Then she said she was very dry, and wish'd I would fetch her a Pint of Drink from Mr. Palmers, which I did, and she drank

of it. And then her Husband, the Prisoner came in, and without any Provocation knock'd her down with his Fist, and kick'd her on the Belly. She was stunn'd with the Blows, and did not speak a Word. I told him, he should not have her home to kill. He ask'd me, What I had to do with his Wife? And bid me keep her at my Peril, and with that I takes him and pushes him out, and shuts the Door upon him. He threaten'd to Sue my Husband for keeping his Wife from him, and at last my Husband knowing him to be a quarrel ome Fellow, put her out, and we went up Stairs. I look'd out of the Window, and saw him knock her down in the Alley. It was then rull one a Clock; some Man coming up the Alley took her Part. I he Prisoner ask'd him, What Business he had betwixt a Husband and his Wife? I call'd to the Man, and said, Master, don't mind him; he beats his Wife every Day, and if you stand by her I'll stand by you.

Prisoner. Was not she in Liquor? M. Wood. No more than I am now, if I was to die upon the Sacrament.

Dorcas Bates. I was looking out of the Window, when the Deceas'd came out of Mr. Wood's House, I saw the Prisoner knock her down under the Window. She took hold of a Man's Hand, and beg'd him to stand by her; but the Prisoner drag'd her in a Doors, 'till next [the same] Morning, when she was taken up for dead, and carry'd to Bed. Prisoner. Did not you tell me, on Tuesday Morning, that you saw nothing? D. Bates. No; and I would not say such a Thing, in the Condition I am in, if it was not true.

Eliz. Halliston. On Tuesday Morning, when the Deceas'd was dying, I heard some Neighbours ask her, Who beat her so? She said, The Rogue her Husband. They ask'd, With what? She said, with the Heel of his Shoe. They ask'd, If he did it at home? She said, In her own Kitchen; and that besides, he beat her with a great ragged sharp pointed Stick. They ask'd, For what? She said, she did not know. They ask'd, Where she was hurt? And she pointed, trembling, to her Head behind her Eat, and to her Neck, her Stomach, and her Breast - She dy'd on the Friday following.

Sarah Roswell . I heard her say, he knock'd her on the Head with the Heel of his Shoe, and with a sharp rugged Stick, and she pointed to her Head, Neck, Stomach, and Back. I have seen Skarmishes by him many times before this.

Dr. Stockden. I found the Deceas'd Speechless. I suspected by the loss of Motion on one side of her Head, that there was a Fracture on the other, and according, the Head being open'd, we found a Fracture on the Lamdoidal Suture. The Surgeon then there was a mere Concussion of the Drain, but it was my opinion, there was a Concussion and Depression - The Fracture was such, that no trapaning could save her Life.

Mr. Lee, Surgeon. I saw the Deceas'd 3 Days before she dy'd: Her Breast was bruis'd, and there was an Impression of a Key, with all the Wards, stamp'd as plain, as if it had been made in Clay. I suppose she had the Key in her Bosom, and it was done by kneeling upon her. I let her Blood, and apply'd a Blister, but she still grew worse; and when she dy'd I open'd her Head, and found a Fracture in her Skull 2 Inches long, from the hinder part of the Skull to the Ear, which was the Occasion of her Death, for it was impossible she should live. I live not far from the Prisoner, and have many times had her as a Patient, with violent Bruises and Cuts, when she has been beaten by her Husband, and I have often told her, he would certainly kill her sometime or other.

Eliz. Palmer. Between 7 and 8, on Tuesday Morning, I heard an Outery, that the Deceas'd was murder'd. I did not wonder at it, for I had often heard the same. However, I went to see her, and found her speechless, but I fetch'd some Drops and gave her, and then she came a little to herself. Who has misus'd you so? says I. The Rogue my Husband, says she. What did he beat you with? - The Heel of his Shoe. - And with any thing else? - Yes, with a nasty ragged, rough pointed Stick. - Did. he give you any thing to drink? - Yes, a little sow'r Ale. I ask'd where she was hurt? She trembl'd, and pointed to her Head, Neck, Stomach, and Breast. I saw the impression of a Key, and something like Money on her Breast. She was carry'd upfor

for dead, and when the Surgeon came to bleed her, the Prisoner came up too, and said, Damn her, is not the old Bitch dead yet! O fie ! says I. If she is not, says he, I will kill her, for I will be hang'd for her. Pris. Was not she drunk? E. Palmer. No, she was sober when I saw her at 11 a Clock o' Monday Night. Pris. Did not she go to your House for Drink ? E. Palmer. No; Mrs. Wood came for it. Court. If she was drunk, that will not justify you in killing her.

Ann Toms . The Deceas'd came to my House between 10 and 11, on Monday Night, and said, she was very dry, and wish'd she had a Pint of Beer; but the Prisoner coming into the Alley, she went away without it, and I am sure she was sober then.

Lucy Bates . I live next door to the Prisoner. I heard the Deceas'd cry, Murder, before she came home, and I heard her groaning in the Kitchen all Night. - He beat her the Friday before, and I went in and desir'd him to let her alone; but he took up a Cleaver, and was going to split her Skull if I had not hinder'd him.

Richard Warrell . I was at the Barley-Mow, in Chick-Lane, between 9 and 10 on Monday Night, and the Prisoner was drinking in the same House. The Deceas'd came in, and said, Do, dear Dicky Lamb, come home. He swore he would not, and call'd for another Pint. She took up the Mug, and drank of it, upon which, he swore he would not pay for it, and, damn his Soul, he'd make either Surgeon's Work, or Jack Ketch 's that Night.

Will. Johnson. The Deceas'd was my Sister. I was sent for about 8 a Clock on Tuesday Morning, and was told she was kill'd. I found her Speechless. I sent for Mr. Lee the Apothecary. The Prisoner was very angry, I desir'd him to be quiet; but he swore by God, if she was not dead yet, he would kill her before he had done, if he was hang'd for it; and if the People did not get out of his House, he'd do them a Mischief. - It is not long since he hang'd the Deceas'd, and if some Neighbours had not come in and cut her down, she had dy'd then.

The Prisoner's Defence.

Prisoner. My Wife was drunk, and fell off of Mrs. Palmer's Steps and so she got her Death, and I have Witnesses to prove it.

Martha Carter . I know nothing of the Matter, but that I saw him going home about 11 a Clock a Monday Night. Pris. Did not you see my Wife fall down Mrs. Palmer's Steps? M. Carter. No, not I.

Eliz. Janeway. I saw him and his Wife going home at past ten at Night, and she fell down twice. Court. Did not he push her down? E. Janeway. Not that I saw. She wanted the Key of him, but he assisted that he was going a little way, and would not give it her; but at last I got them home, and she hit him a Slap o'the Face, and spit in his Face, and pull'd him by the Breeches, and said, You Son of a Bitch, you want to go to your Whores, do you? And at 11 a Clock I left 'em good Friends. Court. Tho' she had spit in his Face, and given him such gross Language! but what Night was this? E. Janeway. It was a Tuesday Night. Court. Why the poor Woman lay a dying then.

Sarah Wagstass . I was in Nicholas Court on Monday Night, from 12 till past 1, and I saw no Blow given her in all that time, nor so much as an Offer to strike her. Court. But a great many Witnesses have given a very different Account. The Jury found him Guilty Death .


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