This Day in History – 5th August 1723

Two Highwaymen, Two Confessions

On 5th August 1723, William Duce and James Butler were executed at Tyburn after being convicted of a series of violent highway robberies. Their final confessions, recorded by the Ordinary of Newgate, read almost like the memoirs of professional criminals, detailing robberies across London and the Home Counties and exposing the brutal world of eighteenth-century highwaymen.

William Duce was just twenty-four years old, born near Wolverhampton. He blamed the turning point in his life on a lengthy imprisonment for debt. During more than fifteen months in Newgate he fell in with hardened criminals, and upon his release quickly joined them in a succession of robberies. Speaking candidly before his execution, Duce listed offence after offence—from Chelsea Fields and St James’s Park to Tower Hill, Tottenham Court Road and Hampstead Road—naming only places, while deliberately refusing to identify several former accomplices because, he believed, they had abandoned crime and deserved the chance to reform.

Duce was particularly bitter towards John Dyer, the King’s evidence whose testimony helped secure the convictions. He described Dyer as the man who had “occasioned” his downfall, accusing him not only of betraying the gang but of keeping stolen money for himself. Yet despite this resentment, Duce’s final letter forgave Dyer completely, urging him to repent and abandon his criminal life before it ended in the same way.

James Butler’s story was even more extraordinary. Born in Soho, he had travelled the world as a sailor, serving aboard Royal Navy ships and merchant vessels, visiting Boston, New York, Martinique, Jamaica and France before drifting into London’s criminal underworld. His confession described an escalating catalogue of robberies alongside Duce, Dyer and Joseph Rice before joining an even more violent gang operating in Hampshire. There, armed robberies became increasingly savage, with innocent victims being shot simply to prevent identification. Butler admitted witnessing acts of shocking cruelty and confessed that one victim was shot twice after begging for mercy.

The pair had originally been convicted at the Old Bailey for robbing John Holmes near Chelsea on 27 April 1723, and for robbing coachman John Monk on the Hampstead Road a few days later. Butler pleaded guilty to both offences, while Duce denied involvement, unsuccessfully attempting to become a Crown witness after Dyer had already accepted that role. The evidence of victims, informers and investigators ultimately persuaded the jury, and both men were sentenced to death.

Unlike many condemned prisoners, neither man spent his final hours proclaiming complete innocence. Both acknowledged lives that had spiralled into organised crime, and Butler concluded his confession with the simple words: “I desire that Mercy of God which I refused to Man.” Their stories remain among the most revealing Ordinary’s Accounts of the eighteenth century, illustrating how debt, poverty, bad company and repeated opportunities for violence could transform ordinary young men into notorious highway robbers before ending at Tyburn.


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Quote of the Day: Kind Words

“Every kind word leaves its own stamp, long after the conversation has reached its end.”
— The Sage


The Sage has often reflected that words are rather like letters sent into the world. Once spoken, they begin a journey of their own, travelling far beyond the moment in which they were first uttered. Most conversations eventually fade into memory, but certain words have a remarkable habit of lingering. A sincere compliment, a thoughtful encouragement or an unexpected expression of gratitude can remain with someone for years.

He observes that kindness is rarely dramatic. It does not demand applause or recognition. Instead, it quietly leaves its mark, much like the stamp on an envelope that confirms a message has begun its journey. The conversation itself may finish within minutes, yet the feeling it creates can echo through countless days that follow.

The Sage therefore encourages us never to underestimate the lasting power of gentle words. We often imagine that meaningful change requires grand gestures, when in truth it is frequently a simple sentence, spoken with genuine kindness, that alters someone’s direction. Long after the voices have fallen silent, the imprint of compassion remains.


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This Day in History – 4th August 1749

The Smuggler Who Could Not Escape His Past

On 4th August 1749, Uriah Creed, better known to the authorities as the smuggler Morgan, was executed after being convicted of belonging to one of the most formidable smuggling gangs operating along the Kent coast. Unlike many Old Bailey executions involving murder or highway robbery, Creed’s death sentence arose from Britain’s determined campaign against the heavily armed smuggling organisations that openly challenged the Crown’s authority.

Creed was thirty-seven years old and had been born at Swineshead, Huntingdonshire. He began life honestly as an agricultural labourer before moving to London to work as an ostler at his brother’s inn, the Nag’s Head in Leather Lane. Unknown to him at first, the inn was a favourite meeting place for smugglers transporting untaxed tea and brandy into London. Although he initially resisted their offers of easy money, one simple errand changed everything. Asked to ride a newly purchased horse into Kent, he was persuaded to test the animal by carrying 200 pounds of smuggled tea from the coast. It was the beginning of a criminal career that would ultimately cost him his life.

Over the following years Creed drifted steadily deeper into the smuggling trade. He transported contraband to shops across London, later becoming a trusted “rider”, responsible for collecting valuable cargoes from the Kent coast. Although he claimed he rarely traded on his own account and often earned only a few shillings from each venture, he admitted repeatedly taking part in the movement of much larger consignments for others. Whenever he attempted to return to honest work, old associates drew him back into the lucrative but dangerous business.

His downfall came on 30th March 1747 at a notorious landing place known as The Two Sisters, named after two neighbouring churches on the Kent coast. Around sixty armed smugglers had assembled with more than fifty horses to unload enormous quantities of tea and other contraband from the cutter Old Molly. Before long, Customs officers and local militia arrived to intercept them.

What followed resembled a military skirmish rather than a revenue raid.

Witnesses described dozens of smugglers armed with carbines, blunderbusses and pistols, firing volley after volley at Customs officers, who returned fire from behind a marsh wall. More than 3,600 pounds of tea, together with brandy, cambric and other goods, were eventually seized after the smugglers abandoned their loads and fled. Several witnesses identified Creed among the armed men, loading horses, carrying tea and riding away with another smuggler during the exchange of gunfire.

Declared an outlaw after failing to surrender, Creed fled with his wife and children to Upminster in Essex, adopting the surname Morgan in the hope of disappearing into ordinary life. There he supported his growing family through honest manual labour, believing he had finally escaped his former life. His freedom, however, was short-lived.

One day he saw a large party of men approaching the house where he lived.

Realising immediately why they had come, he calmly admitted his identity to his astonished landlord before surrendering without resistance. According to the Ordinary’s Account, he simply declared:

“Here I am… I may look upon myself from this day as a dead man.”

At his trial on 5th July 1749, Creed denied ever having met the prosecution witnesses and claimed they would “swear anything for the lucre of money.” The jury disagreed. Multiple Customs officers and witnesses placed him among the armed smugglers during the gun battle, and he was found guilty and sentenced to death.

Yet the Ordinary paints a rather different picture of the man awaiting execution. Creed accepted the justice of his sentence, expressed genuine resignation, and hoped that God’s mercy would prove greater than the crimes of his past. His story illustrates how eighteenth-century smuggling had evolved far beyond petty tax evasion into organised, heavily armed criminal enterprises that the government regarded as a direct threat to public order.

For Uriah Creed, what had begun years earlier as a single ride carrying contraband tea ended not with riches, but on the gallows.


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Advice of the Day: Picking Things Up

If you stare at something you have dropped on the ground, eventually someone will pick it up for you.

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Bending down is one of life’s most overrated activities. It requires effort, coordination and, depending on your age, a detailed plan for getting back up again. The Wise Sage recommends a far simpler approach: patience.

Should you accidentally drop your keys, wallet or shopping, do not react immediately. Instead, stand perfectly still and stare intently at the object. This creates the unmistakable impression that you are conducting an important scientific experiment rather than simply being too lazy to retrieve it yourself.

Persistence is essential. Avoid eye contact with passers-by. Continue gazing thoughtfully at the fallen object as though you’re waiting for it to evolve. Human curiosity is remarkably predictable. Before long, somebody will slow down, glance at the item, then at you, and finally decide that helping is easier than enduring the awkwardness.

For best results, occasionally sigh and quietly mutter, “Interesting…” This suggests there is far more going on than meets the eye. If anyone asks whether you’ve dropped something, simply reply, “We’re about to find out.”

Advanced users may wish to scatter several objects across the pavement. This transforms a simple inconvenience into what appears to be an elaborate public art installation. Eventually, strangers will begin tidying everything for you while discussing what they think it all means.

Naturally, this technique should not be attempted on busy roads, railway tracks or crocodile enclosures. Even The Sage recognises that some items are simply not worth recovering.

As always, The Sage accepts no responsibility for confused pedestrians, abandoned shopping, or waiting three hours because everyone assumed you were “making some kind of statement.”


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Quote of the Day: New Beginnings

“A dairy farmer knows that every morning begins again. Life would be happier if we treated yesterday’s mistakes the same way.”
— The Sage


The Sage has always admired the quiet rhythm of a dairy farm. Before most people have stirred from their beds, another day has already begun. The cows neither celebrate yesterday’s successes nor dwell on yesterday’s disappointments—they simply greet the morning as another opportunity to do what needs to be done. There is something wonderfully reassuring about that steady cycle.

People, on the other hand, often carry yesterday with them like an overfilled suitcase. We replay awkward conversations, missed opportunities and poor decisions long after everyone else has forgotten them. Instead of allowing each sunrise to offer a fresh beginning, we convince ourselves that today’s possibilities must somehow answer for yesterday’s mistakes.

The Sage believes there is wisdom in borrowing a little of the dairy farmer’s outlook. Every dawn arrives without judgement, inviting us to begin again with a clearer mind and a lighter heart. We cannot rewrite yesterday, but we can choose not to let it write today. Sometimes the greatest act of self-kindness is simply accepting that every morning offers us another chance to become the person we hoped to be.


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Quote of the Day: The Pond

“Be frank enough to recognise when you’ve outgrown the pond, but wise enough not to laugh at the duck still learning to swim.”
— The Sage


The Sage has often observed that growth can be a curious thing. We become so focused on reaching the next stage of life that we sometimes forget what it felt like to stand where we once stood. Experience is a wonderful teacher, but only if it leaves us with greater understanding rather than greater arrogance.

There comes a time when we all outgrow certain places, habits or ways of thinking. Remaining in the same pond simply because it is familiar can prevent us from discovering the wider waters beyond. Yet moving on should never convince us that those who remain behind are somehow lesser. Every confident swimmer was once the duck making uncertain circles close to the shore.

The Sage believes that true wisdom is measured not by how far we have travelled, but by how gently we encourage those beginning the journey. A frank assessment of our own growth should always be accompanied by patience, compassion and the quiet understanding that everyone learns at their own pace.


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Advice of the Day: The Wisdom of Crowds

Never underestimate the power of stupid people in large groups.

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It is a common mistake to assume that intelligence increases in proportion to the number of people involved. The Wise Sage has spent many years observing humanity and can confidently report that the exact opposite often appears to happen. One person making a poor decision is unfortunate. Fifty people making the same poor decision is usually on the evening news.

Whenever you encounter a large crowd running enthusiastically in one direction, resist the temptation to join in immediately. First establish why they’re running. It may be the start of a marathon… but it could just as easily be because someone shouted, “Was that a bee?”

Groups also have an astonishing ability to convince otherwise sensible people that questionable ideas are perfectly reasonable. This explains fashion trends, internet challenges, queueing for shops that haven’t opened yet, and anyone who has ever attempted to assemble flat-pack furniture as a committee exercise.

If everybody around you insists something is an excellent idea, quietly look for the nearest person shaking their head and backing away slowly. They are frequently the wisest person present and probably know something everyone else has overlooked.

Conversely, if you happen to be the only sensible person in the room, don’t announce it. Nobody has ever persuaded an angry crowd by beginning with, “Now listen here…” Instead, smile politely, edge towards the exit, and avoid making eye contact.

Finally, remember that common sense is surprisingly uncommon. If a thousand people are doing something spectacularly foolish, that simply means there are now a thousand witnesses.

As always, The Sage accepts no responsibility for abandoned flash mobs, cancelled committee meetings, or becoming the only person left standing when everyone else has decided jumping into the duck pond “looked like fun.”


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This Day in History – 28th July 1721

Matthew Clarke: Love, Greed and a Murder at Willesden Green

On 28th July 1721, Matthew Clarke was executed at Tyburn for the murder of Sarah Goldington, a young servant at an alehouse on Willesden Green. Just weeks earlier, Clarke had pleaded guilty at the Old Bailey to cutting Sarah’s throat during a robbery. His execution account, recorded by the Ordinary of Newgate, reveals a chilling mixture of confession, remorse and self-reflection from a man who claimed he had once loved the woman he murdered.

Clarke was about twenty-four years old and came from St Albans, where he had been brought up in respectable surroundings. Although he had worked honestly as a farm labourer and carter, he admitted that he had gradually abandoned honest employment. He confessed to lurking on Bushey Heath, hoping to rob travellers, and acknowledged carrying out at least one violent highway robbery before the murder. Much of the stolen money, he admitted, was squandered trying to impress young women.

Ironically, Clarke had recently persuaded another young woman to marry him. After bringing her to London to buy a wedding ring, he realised he had nowhere near enough money to pay for the life he had promised. Inventing a story about collecting a £15 inheritance, he instead travelled towards Willesden Green with the intention of raising the money through robbery.

There he encountered the landlord of an alehouse where he had once worked, who even offered him employment. Instead, Clarke noticed that it was haymaking season and that the household was largely empty. Calling at the inn, he renewed an old friendship with Sarah Goldington, the servant who was alone in the house. According to his confession, they talked together pleasantly and he twice embraced her. Hidden beneath his coat was a knife.

Clarke later claimed that he struggled with himself before carrying out the attack. The first time he rose to kiss Sarah, he lost his nerve and sat back down. A little later he embraced her again, drew the knife and slashed her throat. When the blade failed to kill her immediately and she staggered towards the door making desperate sounds for help, Clarke returned and inflicted an even more savage wound, cutting almost to the bone before stealing a small quantity of silver and fleeing.

The robbery itself achieved very little. Clarke admitted that he was so horrified by what he had done that he barely took anything from the house. As he attempted to make his way back towards London, he became overwhelmed with fear while passing Tyburn, unable even to continue past the place where criminals were executed. Trying to avoid suspicion, he began driving a wagon, but pursuers soon noticed blood on his shirt sleeve. His explanation that he had fought with a soldier quickly collapsed, and the weight of his guilt led him to confess.

The Old Bailey proceedings were remarkably brief. Clarke pleaded guilty to murdering Sarah Goldington by inflicting a fatal wound to her throat with a knife approximately five inches long. With no trial required, the court immediately sentenced him to death.

During the weeks before his execution, Clarke spoke at length with the Ordinary of Newgate. He insisted he had never hated Sarah and, in fact, “had some love” for her. He accepted full responsibility for both the murder and the earlier highway robbery, worrying constantly about how he would face Sarah on the Day of Judgement. He described terrifying dreams, overwhelming horror, and confessed that thoughts of being hung in chains after execution haunted him almost as much as death itself.

On 28th July 1721, Matthew Clarke was hanged at Tyburn. Before the cart was drawn away, he urged the crowd to learn from his fate, denied rumours that he had intended to sell his fiancée into servitude overseas, and asked those gathered to pray for his soul. His story remains one of the starkest examples in the Old Bailey records of how a robbery conceived out of greed ended in an entirely unnecessary and deeply remorseful murder.


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This Day in History – 24th July 1685

A Cane, an Insult and a Fatal Moment of Anger

On 24th July 1685, Robert Frances, a barrister of Gray’s Inn and former Oxford student, faced execution for killing one of the most notorious men in Restoration England: Thomas Dangerfield. What makes the case extraordinary is its suddenness. Frances maintained that he had never planned to kill Dangerfield and bore him no longstanding grudge. According to his confession, a moment of anger, a vicious insult and a thrust of a bamboo cane were enough to destroy two lives.

Dangerfield was already a deeply controversial figure. By July 1685 he had been convicted of publishing scandalous material concerning the Duke of York—by then King James II—and sentenced to a spectacular public punishment. He was placed in the pillory at Westminster and then whipped from Aldgate to Newgate and, two days later, from Newgate to Tyburn. It was while returning from the latter punishment that his path crossed fatally with Robert Frances.

Curiosity Turns to Confrontation

Frances had been at a coffee house near St Andrew’s Church in Holborn. He later told the Ordinary of Newgate that he had plans for the day: he was due to dine with a friend and afterwards conduct a client’s case at Guildhall. Then word arrived that Dangerfield’s coach was approaching on its return from Tyburn.

Frances went outside, he claimed, simply from curiosity to see how Dangerfield looked after his whipping.

As the coach passed, Frances approached its side and called to him:

“Have you had your Heat to Day? How is it now with you?”

Dangerfield was hardly in the mood for mockery. According to Frances, the battered prisoner responded by calling him a “Son of a Whore” and demanding to know what business Frances had with him.

Frances lost his temper.

He carried a bamboo cane, its end already frayed and worn. He later insisted that he intended merely to strike or prod Dangerfield in the breast. But the coach was moving. Instead, the cane entered Dangerfield’s left eye.

The injury was catastrophic.

“Oh My Eye! Oh My Head!”

Witnesses at Frances’s Old Bailey trial on 16th July 1685 were unequivocal. Several had seen him approach the coach and thrust the cane into Dangerfield’s eye.

Frances fled into nearby Thavies Inn, but was quickly apprehended and taken to Newgate.

Dangerfield, meanwhile, was in terrible distress. A physician found him desperately ill and vomiting heavily. A surgeon examined the wound and considered it mortal. Dangerfield subsequently died, and medical witnesses believed the injury inflicted by Frances had caused his death.

There was another particularly damaging piece of evidence. On entering Newgate, Frances was reportedly told that Dangerfield was likely to die. His alleged response was chilling:

“If he should die, it would save the HANGMAN a labour.”

That remark sat awkwardly beside Frances’s later insistence that he had never intended to kill him.

No Murderous Intention

Frances’s defence was straightforward. Dangerfield had insulted him; he had reacted impulsively and struck him with the cane. He had no intention of causing death and had acted without premeditation or previous malice.

There was one detail that appeared to support his claim.

Frances had been carrying a short sword.

Speaking later to the Ordinary, he pointed out that if he had genuinely intended to kill Dangerfield, he could have used the sword. Instead, he had used an old bamboo cane which he believed would merely administer a beating.

The argument did not save him.

The jury found Robert Frances guilty.

From Gray’s Inn to Newgate

The Ordinary’s Account provides an unusually detailed portrait of the condemned man.

Frances said he had been born to Protestant parents, received a good education and, approximately twenty years earlier, had studied at Christ Church, Oxford. He subsequently travelled abroad as an attendant to Sir Joseph Williamson, a former ambassador and prominent statesman.

For the previous fourteen years Frances had belonged to Gray’s Inn, where he practised law.

This was therefore no habitual street criminal or impoverished thief facing the gallows. He was an educated professional man whose respectable life had been destroyed by an extraordinary few seconds of uncontrolled anger.

Frances repeatedly insisted that he had held no malice or grudge against Dangerfield, nor had anyone encouraged him to attack him. He attributed what happened entirely to his own sudden passion.

The Ordinary did not allow him to minimise what he had done, describing the thrust against a man already suffering from severe public punishment as an “inhumane act toward a person in his distress.”

Frances appears to have accepted the rebuke. The Ordinary found him serious and composed, reporting that he wept during prayers and appeared deeply penitent as his execution approached.

The Extraordinary End of Thomas Dangerfield

There is a grim irony at the centre of the story.

Dangerfield had just survived a punishment deliberately designed to humiliate and physically torment him. He had endured the pillory and a lengthy public whipping and was being transported back through London when an apparently chance encounter with a curious barrister proved fatal.

Frances, meanwhile, had apparently set out that day expecting nothing more dramatic than dinner with a friend and an afternoon conducting legal business.

Instead, one insult provoked one impulsive act.

Within days Thomas Dangerfield was dead and Robert Frances was condemned to follow him.

On 24th July 1685, Frances paid the ultimate price for that moment of uncontrolled anger.

It is difficult to imagine a more brutal illustration of how quickly life could unravel in seventeenth-century London: a notorious prisoner, an educated lawyer, a passing coach, an insult and an old bamboo cane—and suddenly two men were doomed.

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Advice of the Day: Saving Time at Breakfast

Save time in the morning by combining brushing your teeth with eating your breakfast.

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Mornings are notoriously inefficient. First you eat breakfast, then you brush your teeth—two completely separate activities requiring valuable minutes that could otherwise be spent staring blankly at the kettle. The Wise Sage recommends eliminating this needless duplication by doing both simultaneously.

Begin with a breakfast that complements toothpaste. Cereal is ideal because milk already has the correct consistency for rinsing. Simply add a generous stripe of toothpaste to your cornflakes, insert your toothbrush and stir vigorously. Minty freshness combined with fortified whole grains means you are effectively improving two parts of your body at once.

Toast requires a more advanced technique. Apply toothpaste directly alongside the butter and brush each mouthful thoroughly before swallowing. Marmalade is particularly effective because the combination of orange and mint produces a flavour so alarming that you will immediately become fully awake without requiring coffee.

For maximum efficiency, replace your breakfast spoon entirely with a toothbrush. Porridge, yoghurt and scrambled eggs can all be consumed from the bristles, although retrieval rates vary considerably. Anything remaining on the brush afterwards can be considered lunch.

Coffee presents an obvious difficulty because drinking it immediately after brushing usually tastes dreadful. The Sage regards this as an advantage. You will drink less coffee, saving both time and money while becoming increasingly unpleasant to colleagues.

Advanced practitioners can prepare the entire procedure the night before by leaving a toothbrush standing upright in the cereal bowl. In the morning, simply add milk and begin. Remember: every second spent wondering whether this is a good idea is a second you could have saved.

As always, The Sage accepts no responsibility for mint-flavoured cornflakes, toothbrushes clogged with porridge, or dentists refusing to hear the rest of your explanation.

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