hoping thereby you may be the means of saving the shedding our Innocent Bloods, desiring your Prayers to the Lord in our behalf, we rest your Poor Afflicted Servants_, John Procter, _&c._ He pleaded very hard at Execution, for a little respite of time, saying that he was not fit to die; but it was not granted. Old _Jacobs_ being Condemned, the Sheriff and Officers came and seized all he had, his Wife had her Wedding Ring taken from her, but with great difficulty obtained it again. She was forced to buy Provisions of the Sheriff, such as he had taken, towards her own support, which not being sufficient, the Neighbours of Charity relieved her. _Margaret Jacobs_ being one that had confessed her own Guilt, and testified against her Grand-Father _Jacobs_, Mr. _Burroughs_, and _John Willard_. She the day before Executions, came to Mr. _Burroughs_, acknowledging that she had belyed them, and begged Mr. _Burroughs_ Forgiveness, who not only forgave her, but also Prayed with and for her. She wrote the following Letter to her Father. From the Dungeon in _Salem_ Prison, _August_ 20, 1692. Honoured Father, AFTER _my Humble Duty Remembered to you, hoping in the Lord of your good Health, as Blessed be God I enjoy, tho in abundance of Affliction, being close confined here in a loathsome Dungeon, the Lord look down in mercy upon me, not knowing how soon I shall be put to Death, by means of the Afflicted Persons; my Grand-Father having Suffered already, and all his Estate Seized for the King. The reason of my Confinement is this, I having, through the Magistrates Threatnings, and my own Vile and Wretched_ [106] _heart, confessed several things contrary to my Conscience and Knowledge, tho to the Wounding of my own Soul, the Lord pardon me for it; but Oh! the terrors of a wounded Conscience who can bear. But blessed be the Lord, he would not let me go on in my Sins, but in mercy I hope so my Soul would not suffer me to keep it in any longer, but I was forced to confess the truth of all before the Magistrates, who would not believe me, but 'tis their pleasure to put me in here, and God knows how soon I shall be put to death. Dear Fathers, let me beg your Prayers to the Lord on my behalf, and send us a Joyful and Happy Meeting in Heaven. My Mother poor Woman is very Crazy, and remembers her kind Love to you, and to Uncle,_ viz. _D. A.[41] So leaving you to the protection of the Lord, I rest your Dutiful Daughter_, Margaret Jacobs. At the time appointed for her Tryal, she had an Imposthume in her head, which was her Escape.