consideration,
and, turning to the Managers of the Commons, cries out, "I hope, as ye
are stout, ye will be merciful!" Upon which one Mr. Polwhedlyan, that
sate for a Cornish borough, and was a very Fat Man, thinking himself
directly concerned, shook his head with great gravity of countenance.
But the old Villain was but Play-acting again, and could but see that
the Game was up; for as the Lords were filing back to the House, he
calls after them, "God bless you all! I bid you an everlasting farewell,
for in this place we shall never meet again." He said "God bless you!"
with a kind of fiendish yowl quite horrible to behold; and if ever man's
benison sounded like a curse, it was that of bad old Lord Lovat.

A very sad sight at this memorable Trial was the Appearance and
Demeanour of J. Murray, of Broughton, Esq., that had been the
Chevalier's Secretary,--deepest of all in his Secrets, and most loved
and trusted by him. The unhappy man, to save his Life, had betrayed his
master and turned King's Evidence, not only against Lord Lovat, but many
other unhappy Gentlemen. I never saw such a shrinking, cowering,
hang-dog figure as was made by this Person in the Box; and burned with
shame within myself to think that this should be a Man of Gentle birth,
and that had touched the hand of a King's Son--Grandson, I mean.
Accomplished scoundrel as Lovat was, even a deeper abhorrence was
excited by this Judas: when he first stood up, the Lords, after gazing
at him for a moment with Contempt, turned their Backs upon him. The
Crown Lawyers treated him in the manner that an Old Bailey Counsellor
would cross-examine an approver in a case of Larceny; and as for the
Prisoner, he just shut his eyes while Murray was giving evidence; and
when he had finished, turns to the Gentleman Gaoler, and asks, with his
eyes still shut, "Is IT gone?" meaning Judas. At which there was some
merriment.

'Twas just a month after this trial, on April 9th, that Justice was done
upon Simon Fraser. He had eaten and drunk heartily, and cracked many
scurril Jokes while under sentence, and seemed not to care Twopence
whether he was Reprieved or Not. On the fatal day he waked about three
in the morning, and prayed, or pretended to pray, with great Devotion.
At all events, we Warders heard him; and he made Noise enough. At five
he rose, and called for a glass of Wine-and-Water, after drinking which
he Read till seven. Then he took some more Wine-and-Water, and at eig