As the ruffian had a sense of drama, so he was determined that his words should scald and bite the penitent.  When the condemned pew was full of a Sunday his happiness was complete.  Now his deep chest would hurl salvo on salvo of platitudes against the sounding-board; now his voice, lowered to a whisper, would coax the hopeless prisoners to prepare their souls.  In a paroxysm of feigned anger he would crush the cushion with his clenched fist, or leaning over the pulpit side as though to approach the nearer to his victims, would roll a cold and bitter eye upon them, as of a cat watching caged birds.  One famous gesture was irresistible, and he never employed it but some poor ruffian fell senseless to the floor.  His stumpy fingers would fix a noose of air round some imagined neck, and so devoutly was the pantomime studied that you almost heard the creak of the retreating cart as the phantom culprit was turned off.  But his conduct in the pulpit was due to no ferocity of temperament.  He merely exercised his legitimate craft.  So long as Newgate supplied him with an enforced audience, so long would he thunder and bluster at the wrongdoer according to law and the dictates of his conscience.

Many, in truth, were his triumphs, but, as he would mutter in his garrulous old age, never was he so successful as in the last exhortation delivered to Matthias Brinsden.  Now, Matthias Brinsden incontinently murdered his wife because she harboured too eager a love of the brandy-shop.  A model husband, he had spared no pains in her correction.  He had flogged her without mercy and without result.  His one design was to make his wife obey him, which, as the Scriptures say, all wives should do.  But the lust of brandy overcame wifely obedience, and Brinsden, hoping for the best, was constrained to cut a hole in her skull.  The next day she was as impudent as ever, until Matthias rose yet more fiercely in his wrath, and the shrew perished.  Then was Thomas Pureney’s opportunity, and the Sunday following the miscreant’s condemnation he delivered unto him and seventeen other malefactors the moving discourse which here follows: 

‘We shall take our text,’ gruffed the Ordinary ’From out the Psalms:  “Bloodthirsty and deceitful men shall not live out half their days.”  And firstly, we shall expound to you the heinous sin of murder, which is unlawful (1) according to the Natural Laws, (2) according to the Jewish Law, (3) according to the Christian Law, proportionably stronger.  By Nature ’tis unlawful as ’tis injuring Society:  as ’tis robbing God of what is His Right and Property; as ’tis depriving the Slain of the satisfaction of Eating, Drinking, Talking, and the Light of the Sun, which it is his right to enjoy.  And especially ’tis unlawful, as it is sending a Soul naked and unprepared to appear before a wrathful and avenging Deity without time to make his Soul composedly or to listen to the thoughtful ministrations of one (like ourselves) soundly versed in Divinity.  By the Jewish Law ’tis forbidden, for is it not written (Gen. ix. 6):  “Whosoever sheddeth Man’s Blood, by Man his Blood shall be shed”?  And if an Eye be given for an Eye, a Tooth for a Tooth, how shall the Murderer escape with his dishonoured Life?  ’Tis further forbidden by the Christian Law (proportionably stronger).