Urging his steed along Oxford Road,--as that great approach to the metropolis was then termed,--he soon passed Marylebone Lane, beyond which, with the exception of a few scattered houses, the country was completely open on the right, and laid out in pleasant fields and gardens; nor did he draw in the rein until he arrived at Tyburn-gate, where, before he turned off upon the Edgeware Road, he halted for a moment, to glance at the place of execution.

This "fatal retreat for the unfortunate brave" was marked by a low wooden railing, within which stood the triple tree.

Opposite the gallows was an open gallery, or scaffolding, like the stand at a racecourse, which, on state occasions, was crowded with spectators.
Without the inclosure were reared several lofty gibbets, with their ghastly burthens.

Altogether, it was a hideous and revolting sight.
Influenced, probably, by what he had heard from Mr.Kneebone, respecting the lawless career of Jack Sheppard, and struck with the probable fate that awaited him, the young man, as he contemplated this scene, fell into a gloomy reverie.

While he was thus musing, two horsemen rode past him; and, proceeding to a little distance, stopped likewise.