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 heads - 'out of Curiosity; yet I rejoiced to see so many concerned grave Men and Women favouring the Dust of our Martyrs. There were Six of us concluded to bury them upon the Nineteenth Day of OCTOBER 1726, and every One of us to acquaint Friends of the Day and Hour, being WEDNESDAY, the Day of the Week on which most of them were executed, and at 4 of the Clock at Night, being the Hour that most of them went to their resting Graves. We caused make a compleat Coffin for them in Black, with four Yards of fine Linen, the way that our Martyrs Corps were managed. . . . Accordingly we kept the aforesaid Day and Hour, and doubled the Linen, and laid the Half of it below them, their nether jaws being parted from their Heads; but being young Men, their Teeth remained. All were Witness to the Holes in each of their Heads, which the Hangman broke with his Hammer; and according to the Bigness of their Sculls, we laid the Jaws to them, and drew the other Half of the Linen above them, and stufft the Coffin with Shavings. Some prest hard to go thorow the chief Parts of the City as was done at the Revolution; but this we refused, considering that it looked airy and frothy, to make such Show of them, and inconsistent with the solid serious Observing of such an affecting, surprizing unheard-of Dispensation: But took the ordinary Way of other Burials from that Place, to wit, we went east the Back of the Wall, and in at BRISTO-PORT, and down the Way to the Head of the COWGATE, and turned up to the Church- yard, where they were interred closs to the Martyrs Tomb, with the greatest Multitude of People Old and Young, Men and Women, Ministers and others, that ever I saw together.'

And so there they were at last, in 'their resting graves.' So long as men do their duty, even if it be greatly in a misapprehension, they will be leading pattern lives; and whether or not they come to lie beside a martyrs' monument, we may be sure they will find a safe haven somewhere in the providence of God.

Robert Louis Stevenson
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