Even in his lifetime he was generously styled the Great.  The scourge of London, he betrayed and destroyed every man that ever dared to live upon terms of friendship with him.  It was Jonathan that made Blueskin a thief, and Jonathan screened his creature from justice only so long as clemency seemed profitable.  At the first hint of disobedience Blueskin was committed to Newgate.  When he had stood his trial, and was being taken to the Condemned Hole, he beckoned to Wild as though to a conference, and cut his throat with a penknife.  The assembled rogues and turnkeys thought their Jonathan dead at last, and rejoiced exceedingly therein.  Straightway the poet of Newgate’s Garland leaped into verse: 

               Then hopeless of life,
               He drew his penknife,
               And made a sad widow of Jonathan’s wife. 
          But forty pounds paid her, her grief shall appease,
          And every man round me may rob, if he please.

But Jonathan recovered, and Molly, his wife, was destined a second time to win the conspicuous honour that belongs to a hempen widow.

As his career drew to its appointed close, Fortune withheld her smiles.  ‘People got so peery,’ complained the great man, ’that ingenious men were put to dreadful shifts.’  And then, highest tribute to his greatness, an Act of Parliament was passed which made it a capital offence ‘for a prig to steal with the hands of other people’; and in the increase of public vigilance his undoing became certain.  On the 2nd of January, 1725, a day not easy to forget, a creature of Wild’s spoke with fifty yards of lace, worth L40, at his Captain’s bidding, and Wild, having otherwise disposed of the plunder, was charged on the 10th of March that he ’did feloniously receive of Katharine Stetham ten guineas on account and under colour of helping the said Katharine Stetham to the said lace again, and did not then, nor any time since, discover or apprehend, or cause to be apprehended and brought to Justice, the persons that committed the said felony.’  Thus runs the indictment, and, to the inexpressible relief of lesser men, Jonathan Wild was condemned to the gallows.

Thereupon he had serious thoughts of ‘putting his house in order’; with an ironical smile he demanded an explanation of the text:  ’Cursed is every one that hangeth on a tree’; but, presently reflecting that ’his Time was but short in this World, he improved it to the best advantage in Eating, Drinking, Swearing, Cursing, and talking to his Visitants.’  For all his bragging, drink alone preserved his courage:  ’he was very restless in the Condemned Hole,’ though ’he gave little or no attention to the condemned Sermon which the purblind Ordinary preached before him,’ and which was, in Fielding’s immortal phrase, ’unto the Greeks foolishness.’  But in the moment of death his distinction returned to him.  He tried, and failed, to kill himself; and his progress to the nubbing cheat was a triumph of execration.  He reached Tyburn through a howling mob, and died to a yell of universal joy.