two hundred who were drowned off the Orkneys; nor so much as a poor, over-driven, Covenanting slave in the American plantations; but can lay claim to a share in that memorial, and, if such things interest just men among the shades, can boast he has a monument on earth as well as Julius Caesar or the Pharaohs.  Where they may all lie, I know not.  Far-scattered bones, indeed!  But if the reader cares to learn how some of them — or some part of some of them — found their way at length to such honourable sepulture, let him listen to the words of one who was their comrade in life and their apologist when they were dead.  Some of the insane controversial matter I omit, as well as some digressions, but leave the rest in Patrick Walker’s language and orthography:-

’The never to be forgotten Mr. James Renwick told me, that he was Witness to their Public Murder at the GALLOWLEE, between Leith and Edinburgh, when he saw the Hangman hash and hagg off all their Five Heads, with Patrick FOREMAN’S Right Hand:  Their Bodies were all buried at the Gallows Foot; their Heads, with PATRICK’S Hand, were brought and put upon five Pikes on the PLEASAUNCE-port. . . .  Mr. Renwick told me also that it was the first public Action that his Hand was at, to conveen Friends, and lift their murthered Bodies, and carried them to the West Churchyard of Edinburgh,’ — not Greyfriars, this time, — ’and buried them there.  Then they came about the City . . . . and took down these Five Heads and that Hand; and Day being come, they went quickly up the PLEASAUNCE; and when they came to LAURISTOUN Yards, upon the South-side of the City, they durst not venture, being so light, to go and bury their Heads with their Bodies, which they designed; it being present Death, if any of them had been found.  Alexander Tweedie, a Friend, being with them, who at that Time was Gardner in these Yards, concluded to bury them in his Yard, being in a Box (wrapped in Linen), where they lay 45 Years except 3 Days, being executed upon the 10th of October 1681, and found the 7th Day of October 1726.  That Piece of Ground lay for some Years unlaboured; and trenching it, the Gardner found them, which affrighted him the Box was consumed.  Mr. SCHAW, the Owner of these Yards, caused lift them, and lay them upon a Table in his Summer-house:  Mr. SCHAW’S mother was so kind, as to cut out a Linen-cloth, and cover them.  They lay Twelve Days there, where all had Access to see them.  Alexander Tweedie, the foresaid Gardner, said, when dying, There was a Treasure hid in his Yard, but neither Gold nor Silver.  Daniel Tweedie, his Son, came along with me to that Yard, and told me that his Father planted a white Rose-bush above them, and farther down the Yard a red Rose-bush, which were more fruitful than any other Bush in the Yard. . . .  Many came’ — to see the