Patience Boston, a 23-year-old Native American servant, was hanged in York, Maine, in 1734 for murdering a child. She confessed to the crime, but she had also confessed to two other homicides—which she probably hadn’t committed. Did she hang for something she didn’t do?
The question of Patience Boston’s guilt or innocence didn’t come up in the story of her life. The Puritan ministers who visited her dozens of times in jail were more interested in the dramatic tale of Patience’s conversion to the path of righteousness.
In Puritan Massachusetts (Maine belonged to Massachusetts then), ministers often visited condemned criminals in their jail cells. They aimed to guide them back to God before they died on the gallows. They also wanted to sell some publications.
The ministers used the stories of the criminals’ lives in their sermons. They then published and sold them. Execution sermons were a popular genre in colonial New England, a precursor to the mystery novel and the true crime story.
The story of Patience Boston, though, was a little different than an execution sermon. It appeared in print as a “criminal conversion narrative.”
Called “A Faithful Narrative of the Wicked Life and Remarkable Conversion of Patience Boston,” it was published several years after her death.
Patience Boston
She was born to a Nauset couple on Dec. 26, 1711, on Monomoy, a long spit of land stretching southwest from Cape Cod’s elbow. The Nausets lived on the Cape west of the Bass River, where they grew corn, maize and squash, hunted wildlife and harvested shellfish. By the time Patience came into the world, European diseases and warfare had diminished the numbers of the Nauset people.
The Nausets had allied themselves with Plymouth Colony, which converted many of them to Christianity. Patience’s parents were Christians.
“I suppose I was Baptized in my Infancy, my Mother being in full Communion with an Indian Church at Nosset, as I have been informed,” she told the ministers who visited her in prison.
Her mother, Sarah Jethro, died when Patience was 3. Her father, John Samson, then bound her out as an indentured servant to Paul Crow. The Crow family taught her to read, gave her religious instruction and admonished her to avoid sin.
Patience, though, defied her pious mistress. She lied, mocked her elders, played on the Sabbath, let the cows into the corn and tried to set fire to the house three times.
Lewd Practices
Her mistress died when Patience was15. Shebegan to go out at nights, drink rum, keep bad company and engage in “lewd practices.” When her term of servitude finally ended, she told the ministers in her jail cell, “I thought myself happy that I had no Body to command me.”
But a year later, Patience married an enslaved Black man. That gave her two commanders: her husband and his master. She drank heavily and abused her husband, growing “mad and furious.” She spoke dreadful words and wished bad things on herself and others.
Soon she found herself pregnant. When her husband was away on a whaling voyage, she ran away from her master and went on a wild, drunken spree. She also slept with other men. Her baby was born with both arms broken. The baby died a few weeks later, and Patience Boston felt no remorse.
A False Confession
She went on drinking, lying, swearing and quarreling with her husband. Then she got pregnant again, but this time she found religion. She prayed, met with a minister and tried to stay on the straight and narrow. “I … loved to hear my Husband read, and would sit up to read my self after the Folks were in Bed, and loved to hear the Word Preached, and began to pray in Secret,” she said.
But she backslid. Patience stopped praying, returned to drinking and behaved worse than before. She gave birth to her second child. She thought about killing it because it cried so much and took so much time to care for. The baby died before she could act on her murderous impulse. Patience then had a fight with her husband, and she told him she’d killed their child just to vex him. He took her to a magistrate, who put her in jail. At trial, she pleaded guilty, but her story had changed, and authorities could find no evidence of the crime. She was found not guilty.
Patience was then bound out to a different master, who sold her to Joseph Bailey in Casco Bay. She drank, took up with bad company and claimed to have delivered a child and killed it. But no one could find the baby’s body. Several women examined her and concluded she hadn’t delivered a child recently.
A Wicked Oath
Her master, fed up with her act, sold her to a man in York, Maine. She didn’t like her new master, and she decided to kill him if she could. She thought about poisoning him but couldn’t find a poison. Then she tried to burn down his barn, but failed. So, she said, she decided to take it out on her master’s 8-year-old grandson, Benjamin Trot.
“I did last Fall bind my self by a wicked Oath that I would kill that Child, though I seem’d to love him, and he me,” she said.
One day, Patience Boston lured Ben into the woods, intending to bash him over the head with a stick. But she couldn’t do it.
On July 9, 1734, when she was alone with the boy, she threw a stick in the well and asked him to get it. While he was in the well, she held him down with a pole until his heart stopped. She walked back to her master’s house and confessed to the murder.
“Now am I guilty of Murder indeed; though formerly I accused my self falsly, yet now has God left me,” she said.
But was she? Perhaps the boy had just fallen into the well, and Patience confessed to a crime she didn’t commit—as she had twice before.
Why? Mental illness? Or was it her rage at her enslavement that caused her to want to harm someone?
Patience Boston Repents
Authorities arrested her and confined her in what is now the Old Gaol in York Maine. It still stands, one of the oldest public buildings in the United States.
Patience remained in jail for a year.She was visited dozens of times by the Rev. Samuel Moody and his son. Joseph Moody, the tormented young minister who wore a handkerchief over his face. (Nathaniel Hawthorne immortalized him in his short story, “The Minister’s Black Veil.”
The Moodys read, prayed and sermonized with her. They also wrote down what she told them about herself. They then combined it into a first-person narrative in Patience’s own voice.
Another Child, and Repentence
Patience had gotten pregnant again, and she delivered her third child in jail.
Her moods swung back and forth—between despair and hope, self-loathing and God-loving. At times she was beset by paroxysms of remorse. A witness described her: “She smote her Hands often together, and kept continually lamenting and roaring and shrieking, for I think Hours together, with little Intermission.”
She would shout, “Oh Patience, Patience! You wicked Wretch, you have forsook God, and then he forsook you!”
She considered suicide.
Then one night, after talking with the Revs. Moody, she began to feel a glimmer of hope. She lay awake, musing.
I passed all the Night following in a joyful, yet mournful Frame; seeing now what a glorious and holy and gracious God I had sinned against. My Heart seemed to be melted within me, and Sin appeared worse than Hell. I hated Sin, because God hated it; and I loathed my self for Sin, and for my dishonouring God, more than ever I loathed a Toad or a Rattle Snake. But still rejoycing in my Saviour, and weeping for Joy, praying that God would not take his Holy Spirit from me, and that I might have a Heart to live and praise the Lord, so long as I lived.
She woke the next day feeling calm and joyful. “When the Morning came, I looked out, and all Things seemed pleasant and smiling.”
The End
Patience Boston went to trial on June 19, 1735, and pleaded guilty to murder. The judge ordered her hanged.
Patience slept well the night before she died. When she woke, she said she had “ a more realizing Sense of Death, and some Fears; but her Hopes were above her Fears.” She prayed with several ministers. She found it hard to part with her child.
The sheriff arrived, and she asked to be alone for a few minutes. Then she came out of her cell and said, “I am ready.”
Last Words of Patience Boston
She calmly walked to the cart where she would hang and climbed into it. A noose dangled from a sturdy tree limb above her. Hundreds had come to see her execution. A minister read to the crowd from Scripture. Then Patience stood and declared her love of God, begged mercy for her sins and prayed for her child. Then she prayed for the spectators that they might take warning from her and beware the sin of drunkenness. Finally, she prayed that God would carry her through her last trouble.
She seemed faint and a little confused, so she sat down on a board. Her confession was read to the crowd. One of the ministers told her he had the authority to tell her her sins were forgiven.
After more prayer and exhortation from the Rev. Moody, the executioner tied the rope around her neck. She was asked if she thought Christ could help her along the few steps that yet remained? “Yes,” she said, smiling.
The executioner covered her head. She said, “Lord Jesus receive my Spirit,” and the cart was withdrawn. Patience dangled from the rope until she was cut down.
A witness wrote that she did not doubt the “dear saint slept in Jesus.”
Images: Dungeon Historic American Buildings Survey, C., Howells, W. D., Jannell, E. E., Goiran, P., Dana, S., Kingsbury, M. […] Jahncke, D. L., Boucher, J. E. & Hubbard, A. L., photographer. (1933) Old York County Gaol, Lindsay Road, York Village, York County, ME. York Village York County Maine, 1933. Documentation Compiled After. [Photograph] Retrieved from the Library of Congress, https://www.loc.gov/item/me0045/. Map of Chatham/Monomoy By Rcsprinter123 – Own work, CC BY 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=39461965.
With thanks to “Pillars of Salt, Monuments of Grace,” by Daniel Cohen.