There was a gallows erected, and a great mob round it--thousands of people, and all with white faces like corpses.

In the midst of them there was a cart with a man in it--and that man was Jack--my son Jack--they were going to hang him.

And opposite to him, with a book in his hand,--but it couldn't be a prayer-book,--sat Jonathan Wild, in a parson's cassock and band.

I knew him in spite of his dress.

And when they came to the gallows, Jack leaped out of the cart, and the hangman tied up Jonathan instead--ha! ha! How the mob shouted and huzzaed--and I shouted too--ha! ha! ha!" "Mother!" cried Jack, unable to endure this agonizing scene longer.
"Don't you know me, mother ?" "Ah!" shrieked Mrs.Sheppard.