Mr. John Ketch,121 under whose hospitable roof I was now fain to take shelter, had looked upon me his sole nephew, from my earliest infancy, with eyes of singular a ection and regard; and had at all times, and upon every tting occasion, presented me with such tokens of his esteem as were most gratifying to me. He had for many years past performed the onerous and important duties of hangman to the metropolis; and it was he indeed who had waited upon my father with fraternal tenderness, and when he fell upon his neck122 at the last moment, committed something to his private ear that was instantaneously e ective in absolving him from the further troubles and anxieties of this world. Let no one presume to imagine that there was the slightest lack of a ection on the part of my uncle towards his relative; he would have done as much for his own father, had he been still extant, but (and it is a strange coincidence) some other functionary had performed that o ce for him many years before.