He wrote that "The travel narrative is the oldest in the world, the story the wanderer tells to the folk gathered around the fire after his or her return from a journey.
His uncle had been out inbut was acquitted on his trial. When the Highlanders came into England he met them near Preston, and received from the young Pretender a commission to raise a regiment of foot.
He had been also commandant at Carlisle, and directed the sallies from thence. Fletcher, a young linen chapman at Salford, had been seen pulling off his hat and shouting when a sergeant and a drummer were beating up for volunteers at the Manchester Exchange.
He had been seen also at Carlisle, dressed as an officer, with a white cockade in his hat and a plaid sash round his waist. They were unchained from the floor of their room in Southwark new gaol early in the morning, and having taken coffee, had their irons knocked off.
The executioner, with a drawn scimitar, sat in the first sledge with Townley; a party of dragoons and a detachment of foot-guards conducted him to the gallows, near which a pile of faggots and a block had been placed.
While the prisoners were stepping from their sledges into a cart drawn up beneath a tree, the wood was set on fire, and the guards formed a circle round the place of execution. The prisoners had no clergyman, but Mr.
Morgan, one of their number, put on his spectacles and read prayers to them, which they listened and responded to with devoutness. This lasted above an hour. Each one then [Pg 15] threw his prayer-book and some written papers among the spectators; they also delivered notes to the sheriff, and then flung their hats into the crowd.
When they had hung about three minutes, the executioner pulled off their shoes, white stockings, and breeches, a butcher removing their other clothes. The body of Mr. Townley was then cut down and laid upon a block, and the butcher seeing some signs of life remaining, struck it on the breast, then took out the bowels and the heart, and threw them into the fire.
Afterwards, with a cleaver, they severed the head and placed it with the body in the coffin. When the last heart, which was Mr.
James Dawson, one of the unhappy men thus cruelly punished, was a young Lancashire gentleman of fortune, just engaged to be married. The unhappy lady followed his sledge to the place of execution, and approached near enough to see the fire kindled and all the other dreadful preparations.
Sweet Jesus, receive our souls together! He was as strenuous for their vile cause [Pg 16] as any one in the rebel army. When he was condemned and double fettered, he said he did not care if they were to put a ton weight of iron on him; it would not in the least daunt his resolution.
There is only one head now remaining. The blackened head was blown off the spike during a violent storm. It was picked up by Mr. John Pearce, an attorney, one of the Nonjurors of the neighbourhood, who showed it to some friends at a public-house, under the floor of which it was buried.
In the meanwhile Dr. Rawlinson, a Jacobite antiquarian, having begged for the relic, was imposed on with another. In his will the doctor desired to be buried with this head in his right hand,  and the request was complied with. Rawlinson, one of the first promoters of the Society of Antiquaries, and son of a lord mayor of London, died in His body was buried in St.
He left [Pg 17] upwards of 20, pamphlets; his coins he bequeathed to Oxford. The last of the iron poles or spikes on which the heads of the unfortunate Jacobite gentlemen were fixed, was removed only at the commencement of the present century.
Atkins for the Pretender, Mrs. Barbara Smith for the army, and Mr. He was executed at Tyburn in Mayand avowed his principles even under the gallows. His head was taken to Newgate, and the next day fixed upon Temple Bar; but his quarters were delivered to his relations to be decently interred.
In April Boswell dined at Mr. Johnson, Lord Charlemont, Sir Joshua Reynolds, and some other members of the Literary Club—it being the evening when Boswell was to be balloted for as candidate for admission into that distinguished society.
Parenthetically he mentions that he had also seen the walls of Cork gaol garnished with heads, like the ramparts of the seraglio at Constantinople. The duke of Nivernois, the French ambassador on that occasion, was a very little man, who wore a coat of richly-embroidered blue velvet, and a small chapeau, which set the fashion of the Nivernois hat.
The latter then read the royal warrant, and returning it to the bearer, ordered the City marshal to open the gate for the whole procession. The Lord Mayor and aldermen then joined it, and proceeded to the Royal Exchange, where the proclamation, that was to bid the cannon cease and chain up the dogs of war, was read for the last time.
The timber work and doors of Temple Bar have been often renewed since This is an old custom, a tradition of the times when the city was proud of its privileges, and sometimes even jealous of royalty.Brathwait, Richard , A Comment Upon the Two Tales of our Ancient, Renovvned, and Ever Living Poet Sr Jeffray Chaucer, Knight.
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