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Dying Speech, Life & Confession Of JOHN YOUNG,
"Man is born to trouble as the Sparks fly upwards"
THE World usually anticipate from an un|fortunate man in a situation like mine, a dying confession; not so much to comply with this custom as to remove the odium that now does, and after my decease may exist in the minds of many, if I pass hence into eternity, "from whose bourne no traveller returns," without such a narrative, has induced me to pen the following lines. To vouch for the truth of them I presume nothing need be said more, than that they are the last words of a dying man, who looks for|ward with the pleasing hope of salvation and comfort in regions of bliss far beyond what this transitory life can afford.
I die, so do all mankind, but I die untimely, mine is an unhappy end It needs not then that I speak of my parents and relations, who or what they are, is of little moment to the Public, thus silent, they will avoid the taunts of unfeeling men I shall therefore touch not on the transactions of my life at an early period, but confine myself to those leading points, that have precipitated me in the vortex of ignominious dissolution.
In 1793 I was in a respected situation at Phi|ladelphia as a publisher of Music, carressed by men of Virtue and Influence, as I had no capital I was necessitated to attempt to extend the Sale of my Merchandize by Subscription over the whole Continent, with this view I proceeded to Charleston, from thence to New-York, took up