The next Day, the Reverend Mr. _Purney Ordinary_ of the Place came from the Country to visit him, and complain'd of the sad Disposition he found him in, as Meditateing on nothing, but Means to Escape, and declining the great Duty incumbent upon him to prepare for his approaching Change. He began to Relent, and said, that since his last Effort had prov'd not Successful, he would entertain no more Thoughts of that Nature, but entirely Dispose, and Resign himself to the Mercy of Almighty God, of whom he hop'd to find forgiveness of his manifold Offences. He said, that _Edgworth Bess_ and himself kept a little Brandy-shop together in _Lewkenhors-Lane_, and once sav'd about Thirty Pounds; but having such an universal Acquaintance amongst Theives, he had frequent calls to go _Abroad_, and soon quitted that Business, and his Shop. On _Friday_ the 2d, of _October_ his old Confederate _Joseph Blake_ alias _Blewskin_, was apprehended and taken at a House in St. _Giles's_ Parish by _Jonathan Wild_, and by Justice _Blackerby_ committed to _Newgate_. _William Field_ who was at his liberty, appearing and making Oath, that _Blewskin_ together with _John Sheppard_ and himself, committed the Burglary and Felony in Mr. _Kneebone's_ House, for which _Sheppard_ was Condemn'd. The Sessions commencing at the _Old-Bailey_ on _Wednesday_ the 14th of _October_ following, an Indictment was found against _Blewskin_ for the same, and he was brought down from _Newgate_ to the _Old-Bailey_ to be Arraign'd in order to his Tryal; and being in the Yard within the Gate before the Court: Mr. _Wild_ being there Drinking a glass of Wine with him, he said to Mr. _Wild_, _You may put in a word for me, as well as for another Person?_ To which Mr. _Wild_ reply'd, I cannot do it. _You are certainly a dead Man, and will be tuck'd up very speedily,_ or words to that effect: Whereupon _Blewskin_ on a sudden seiz'd Mr. _Wild_ by the Neck, and with a little Clasp Knife he was provided with he cut his Throat in a very dangerous Manner; and had it not been for a _Muslin_ Stock twisted in several Plaits round his Neck, he had in all likelyhood succeeded in his barbarous Design before _Ballard_ the Turnkey, who was at Hand, could have time to lay hold of him; the Villain trumph'd afterwards in what he had done, Swearing many bloody Oaths, that if he had murder'd him, he should have died with Satisfaction, and that his Intention was to have cut off his Head, and thrown it into the Sessions House-Yard among the Rabble, and Curs'd both his Hand and the Knife for not Executing it Effectually. Mr. _Wild_ instantly had the Assistance of three able Surgeons, _viz._ Mr. _Dobbins_, Mr. _Marten_ and Mr. _Coletheart_, who sew'd up the Wound, and order'd him to his Bed, and he has continu'd ever since, but in a doubtful State of Recovery.