New Hampshire Statesman And State Journal

PIRATES AND ROBBERS.—In good old times biographical dictionaries were more especially devoted to divinities and divines; but since the days of Paul Clifford, pirates, highwaymen and robbers have risen to a dictionary standard, and their lives consigned to a dictionary immortality. We have before us a republication of Whitehead's Lives and Exploits of English gentlemen of the above interesting descriptions—in whose lives, no doubt, are to be found the germs of some of Byron's poems and Bulwer's novels. It may be found at Lyon's, and if any one is fond of Newgate Calendar records, tricked out with some regard to the agreeable and lively, we think they may find the volumes quite entertaining. We give below the story of Tom Dorbel, as a specimen:

This robber was bred a glover; but before he had served one half of his time, ran off from his master, and coming to London, soon became acquainted with men of dispositions similar to his own. About the age of seventeen, Tom ventured to appear upon the highway, but was outwitted in his first attempt.

Meeting a Welshman, he demanded Taffy's money, or he would take his life. The Welshman said, "Hur has no money of hur own, but has threescore pounds of hur master's money; but, Cot's blood! hur must not give hur master's money—what would hur master then say for hur doing so?" Tom replied, "You must not put me off with your cant; for money I want, and money I will have. let it be whose it will, or expect to be shot through the head."

The Welshman then delivered the money, saying, "What hur gives you is not of hur own; and that hur master may not think hur has spent his money, hur requests you to be so kind as to shoot some holes through hur coat lappets, that hur master may see hur was robbed." So suspending his coat upon a tree, Tom fired his pistol through it, Taffy exclaiming, "Gots splatter a-nails! this is a pretty pounce; pray give hur another pounce for hur money!"

Tom fired a second shot through his coat. "By St Davy, this is a better pounce than the other! pray give hur one pounce more!" "I have never another pounce left," cried Tom. "Why then," replied the Welshman, "hur has one pounce left for hur, and if hur will not give hur hur money again, hur will pounce hur through hur body." Dorbel very reluctantly but quietly returned the money, and was thankful that he was allowed to depart.

But this narrow escape did not deter Dorbel, and he continued his villainies for the space of five years. It happened, however, that a gentleman's son was taken for robbing on the highway, and as he had been formerly pardoned, he now despaired of obtaining mercy a second time. Tom undertook, for the sum of five hundred pounds, to bring him off. The one half was paid in hand, and the other half was to be paid immediately the deliverance was effected. When the young gentleman came upon his trial, he was found guilty; but just as the judge was about to pass sentence, Tom cried out, "Oh! what a sad thing it is to shed innocent blood! Oh! what a sad thing it is to shed innocent blood!" And continuing to reiterate the expression, he was apprehended, and the judge interrogating him what he meant by such an expression, he said, "May it please your lordship, it is a very hard thing for a man to die wrongfully; but one may see how hard-mouthed some people are, by the witnesses swearing that this gentleman now at the bar, robbed them on the highway at such a time, when indeed, my lord, I was the person that committed that robbery."

Accordingly, Tom was taken into custody, and the young gentleman liberated. He was brought to trial at the following assizes; and being asked, whether he was guilty or not? he pleaded, not guilty! "Not guilty!" replied the judge, "why, did you not at the last assizes, when I was here, own yourself guilty of such a robbery?" "I don't know," said Tom, "how far I was guilty then, but upon my word, I am not guilty now; therefore, if any person can accuse me of committing such a robbery, I desire they may prove the same." No witness appearing, he was acquitted.

Tom, living at such an extravagant rate in the prison, had scarcely any part of the five hundred pounds remaining when he obtained his liberty: therefore, endeavoring to recruit his funds, by robbing the Duke of Norfolk near Salisbury, his horse was shot, and he himself taken, and condemned at the next assizes.

While under sentence, he found a lawyer who engaged, for the sum of fifty guineas, to obtain his pardon. He accordingly rode to London, was successful, and just arrived in time with the pardon, when Dorbel was about to be thrown off—having rode so hard that his horse immediately dropped down dead. Such, however, was Tom's ingratitude, that he refused to pay the lawyer, alleging, that any obligation given by a man under sentence of death was not valid.

Dorbel was so much alarmed upon his narrow escape from a violent death, that he resolved to abandon the collecting trade, and obtained a situation in several families as a footman. He also served six or seven years with a lady in Ormond street, who had a brother a merchant in Bristol, whose only daughter, a girl sixteen years of age, prevailed upon her father to allow her to come to London to perfect her education. Dorbel being a person in whom her aunt thought she could place unlimited confidence, was sent to convey the young lady to London. In the last stage he was left alone with her, when the miscreant first shockingly abused her, then robbed her of her gold watch, diamond ring, jewels to the amount of a hundred pounds, and cutting a hole in the back of the coach, escaped, leaving the young lady in a swoon. It was with difficulty she recovered, to inform her relations how she had been treated. Her mother hastened down to see her, and after speaking a few words to her, the poor girl breathed her last. The disconsolate father soon after lost his senses.

Dorbel was pursued in different directions, and apprehended just after he had robbed a gentleman of three pounds five shillings. He was tried, and condemned to be executed and hung in chains, which well merited sentence was put in force against this hardened villain, on the 23d of March, 1708.