near _Serjeant's-Inn_, crossed the street, from her own house to Mrs. _Coulthurst's_ on the opposite side of the way, over the heads and shoulders of the mob. She went to execution neatly dressed in a crape mourning gown, holding up her head in the cart with an air, and looking as if she was painted, which some did not scruple to affirm. Her corpse was carried to an undertaker's upon _Snow-hill_, where multitudes of people resorted, and gave money to see it: among the rest a gentleman in deep mourning, who kissed her, and gave the people half a crown. She was attended by the Rev. Mr. _Pedington_, lecturer of _St. Bartholomew_ the Great, seemed penitent, and desired to see her master _Kerrol_; but, as she did not, protested all accusations against him were false. During her imprisonment she received a letter from her father at _Dublin_, who was in too bad circumstances to send her such a sum as 17 _l._ which she pretended he did. The night before her execution, she delivered a paper to Mr. _Pedington_ (the copy of which he sold for 20 _l._), of which the substance is printed in _The Gentleman's Magazine_, 1733, p. 137. She had given much the same account before, at her trial, in a long and fluent speech. [2] The words "_& sculpsit_" are wanting in the copies. In the three last of them the figure also is reversed. [3] "This woman," said _Hogarth_, after he had drawn _Sarah Malcolm_, "by her features, is capable of any wickedness." [4] "_Monday Sarah Malcolm_ sat for her picture in _Newgate_, which was taken by the ingenious Mr. _Hogarth_: Sir _James Thornhill_ was likewise present." _Craftsman, Saturday, March_ 10, 1732-3. 2. An engraved copy of ditto. 3. Ditto, mezzotinto. 4. Ditto, part graven, part mezzotinto. The knife with which she committed the murder is lying by her. 5. Another copy of this portrait[1] (of which only the first was engraved by _Hogarth_), with the addition of a clergyman holding a ring in his hand, and a motto, "No recompence but Love."[2] In _The Grub-street Journal_ of _Thursday, March_ 8, 1732, appeared the following epigram: "To _Malcolm Guthrie_[3] cries, confess the murther; The truth disclose, and trouble me no further. Think on both worlds; the pain that thou must bear In that, and what a load of scandal here. Confess, confess, and you'll avoid it all: Your body shan't be hack'd at _Surgeons Hall_: No _Grub-street_ hack shall dare to use your ghost ill, _Henly_ shall read upon your post a postile; _Hogarth_ your charms transmit to future times, And _Curll_ record your life in prose and rhimes. "_Sarah_ replies, these arguments might do From _Hogarth, Curll,_ and _Henly_, drawn by you, Were I condemn'd at _Padington_ to ride: But now from _Fleet-street Pedington's_ my guide."