the Hangman's liquor, for all that the Blood on his
jerkin was that of a Lord; and the fellow grew so impertinent at last,
that we Warders were constrained to turn him out of the Fortress, and
forbid him to return under pain of a Drubbing. "I shall see you no more
in the Tower," quoth the impudent rascal; "but, by ----, you shall all
of you meet me at Tyburn some day, and I'll sell your laced doublets in
Rosemary Lane after that your throttles are twisted." But to resume.
Lord Lovat gave this murderous wretch with the Axe Ten Guineas in a
Purse. Then he felt the edge of the Instrument itself, and said very
quietly that he "thought it would do." Soon after, he rose from an
Armchair which had been placed for him, and walks round and round his
Coffin, which was covered with Black Velvet, studded with Silver Nails,
and this Inscription on it (the which I copied off on my Tablets at the
time):--

SIMON DOMINUS FRASER DE LOVAT,
Decollat. April 9, 1747.
AEtat. suae 80.

Then he sat down again, and recited some Latin words which I did not
understand, but was afterwards told they were from Horace, and signified
that it is a sweet and proper thing to Die for one's Country; at the
which a Wag in one of the Gazettes of the time must needs turn this
decorous Sentiment into Ridicule, and compose an Epigram insulting
Misfortune, to this Effect:--

"With justice may Lovat this adage apply,
For the good of their country ALL criminals die."

Then did the unfortunate Nobleman desire all the people to stand off
except his two Warders, who again supported him while he prayed; after
which he calls up his Solicitor and Agent in Scotland, Mr. Wm. Fraser,
and, presenting his Gold-headed Cane to him, said, "I deliver you this
cane in token of my sense of your faithful services, and of my
committing to you all the power I have upon earth;" which is a Scotch
fashion, I believe, when they are Executed. And with this he kissed him
upon both cheeks; for this Lord was much given to hugging and
slobbering.

He also calls for Mr. James Fraser, likewise a Kinsman (and these
Northern Lords seem to have them by Hundreds), and says, "My dear Jamie,
I'm gaun to Haiv'n; but ye must e'en crawl a wee langer in this evil
Warld." And with this, the old Grin.

Then he took off his Hat, Wig, and Upper Clothes, and delivered them to
Mr. W. F., charging him to see that the Executioner did