the street was sufficiently cleared to allow us to return home, the report came that the execution was over, and that the boy was so light that the executioner jumped on him to break his neck:  and such was the effect of previous sympathy, that a feeling of horror was excited at the brutality (as they called it) of the action; but, viewing it calmly, it was wise, and intended kindly to shorten the time of suffering.  While thus waiting, I heard an account of this boy’s trial.  A censure was expressed on the government for hanging one so young, when it was stated that this boy was the only one executed, though so many were guilty, as an example, as the proof of his guilt was unquestionable.  A witness against him on the trial said, “I will swear that I have seen that boy actively engaged at several conflagrations.”  He was rebuked for thus positively speaking by the opposite counsel, when he said, “I am quite sure it is the active boy I have seen so often for I was so impressed with his flagrant conduct that I cut a piece out of his clothes:”  and putting his hand into his pocket, he pulled out the piece which he had cut off, which exactly fitted to the boy’s jacket.  This decided his execution:  yet justice was not vindictive, for very few persons were executed.

I will trespass yet further on your pages to recite one other incident of the riots that occurred in connexion with the attack on the King’s Bench prison, and the death of Allen, which made a great stir at the time.  The incident I refer to happened thus:—­At the gate of the prison two sentinels were placed.  One of these was a fine-built young man, full six feet high:  he had been servant to my father.  On the day Allen was shot, or a day or two after, he came to my father for protection:  my father having a high opinion of his veracity and moral goodness, took him in and sheltered him until quiet was restored.  His name was M’Phin, or some such name; but as he was always called “Mac” by us, I do not remember his name perfectly.  He stated that he and his fellow-soldier, while standing as sentries at the prison, were attacked by an uproarious mob, and were assailed with stones and brickbats;—­that his companion called loudly to the mob, and said, “I will not fire until I see and mark a man that throws at us, and then he shall die.  I don’t want to kill the innocent, {275} or any one; but he that flings at us shall surely die.”  Young Allen threw a brick-bat, and ran off; but Mac said, his fellow-soldier had seen it, and marked him.  The crowd gave way; off went Allen and the soldier after him.  Young Allen ran on, the soldier pursuing him, till he entered his father’s premises, who was a cow-keeper, and there the soldier shot him.  Popular fury turned upon poor Mac; and so completely was he thought to be the “murderer” of young Allen that 500l. was offered by the mob for his discovery.  But my good father was faithful to honest Mac, and he lay secure in one of our upper rooms until the excitement was over.