Having uttered this Speech, he, with his Cousin _M‘Pherson_ and _Shaw_, kneeled down, whilst the Reverend Mr _Paterson_ and myself joined in Prayer, kneeling before them on a Plank: When Prayers were over, their Faces were cover’d; when Eighteen Soldiers, in three Ranks, (Twelve of whom were appointed to do the Execution, and the other Six for a Reserve, had been kept out of Sight for fear of shocking the Prisoners) advanced on their Tiptoes, and with the least Noise possible, their Pieces ready cock’d for fear of the Click disturbing the Prisoners, Serjeant-Major _Ellisson_, (who deserv’d the greatest Commendation for this Precaution) waved a Handkerchief as a Signal _to present_; and, after a very short Pause, waved it a second time as a Signal _to fire_; when they all three fell instantly backwards as dead; but _Shaw_ being observed to move his Hand, one of the Six in Reserve advanc’d, and shot him thro’ the Head, as another did _Samuel M‘Pherson_. After the Execution, an Officer order’d three of the Prisoners, Name-sakes of the Deceased, to advance and bury them; whom they presently stripp’d to their Shrouds, put them in their Coffins, and buried them in one Grave, near the Place they were shot, with great Decency. The Officers on Duty appeared greatly affected, and three Hundred of the Third Regiment of _Scotch_ Guards, who were drawn up in three Lines in the Shape of a half Moon, attended the Execution, many of whom, of the harden’d Sort, were observed to shed Tears. Thus ended this melancholy Scene, which raised Compassion from all, and drew Tears from many of the Spectators. They had by their courteous Behaviour, gained so much upon the Affections of their Warders, the Inhabitants of the Tower, and others that conversed with them, that none were so hard-hearted as to deny them their Pity, nay, nor hardly had any Resolution to see them executed.