The last Speech
and Confession
And last Words
of Thomas Neilson, who was Executed at Maybol, on Thursday, being
the 14th of August, 1718. For Murdering one Named
M’Connel, in the Parish of Girvan.
For the better
Understanding of the ensuring Discourse, it will not be amise to
Relate how this matter began. The Murdered, and the Murderers, dwelt
in a Mealing together, in Daldouy in the Parish of Girvan, and were
every way Partiners (but the Neilson’s besides were Cowpers to their
Employment ) It’s Storied that the Man Murdered was a Rubust stormy
sort of a Man, and able for both the Father and Son, and had many
Squables in former times, for the matter of four Year’s space: and
probably the Father and Son, being worsted, they only lacked an
Opportunity. Accordingly they sharpened their Spades at a Smiths
Booth very nicely and made them as sharp as Knives, which amuzed the
Smith not a little. Then this M’connel the Man Murdered, going to
cast Pits in the Moss: this Neilson and his Son came to him and
desired him to put up the part of his Faldicke conjunct with them
otherwise he must Pay what skaith they should afterwards incurr.
This M’connel
came in to his Wife, and told her, she said she was very willing,
but she was afraid they had some bad design on him, where at he
replyed the People were not Mad, and so went along with them; where
they came upon the Spot, they agreed among themselves that the Man
Murdered should lift the Turf first, so as he was lifting the Turf,
the Father with his Spade whipt down the side of his Head, and broke
the small of his Back and Legs and Arms, he received 30 several
Wounds from them, after which they departed; and as they were coming
Home, M’connels Wife met them, and enquired for her Husband, they
told her he was lying yonder, GOD let him never Rise; the poor Woman
said very soberly, it’s a bad Prayer, and it’s what I feared, and
told my Dear in the morning. Yet GOD spared him a little to speak to
her, says the Cowpers have gain’d the Day, and GOD have Mercy upon
my Soul, and that was all he said.
When the Father
and Son went Home, the Son Fled, and the Father went to Prayer, and
accordingly about an Hour thereafter the Neighourhood rose &
apprehended him. The Poor Woman in the mean while was sitting with
the Corps in her Arms, for a large half Hour before any came to her.
When this Man
was Murdered there was People at a distance, but none so near hand
as could take up this Debate, however tho’ the Murder could not be
proven by Witnesses, it was proven by Circumstances, for in the
first place they were all three seen to go out together, and all
three at Work tho at distance together, and then Two were seen to
come away, and one left.
Lastly these
Neilsons Spades were seen to be full of Blood, and which is strange
its said, the Rub as you will, none can either rub or wash off that
Blood, but still it grew the brighter.
Two Nights
before he was Executed, they Examined him upon the Guard, if he did
it throw Envy, he said that it was not so much throw Envy, as he was
compelled to it, for when this Man (quoth he) took his Mad fits he
was oblidged many times to leave the place and run for it.
After
he was brought forth to the place of Execution betwixt Two and Three
a-clock, he was waited on by the very Revernd, the Ministers of
Maybol, Carmichl, Straiton, Kirkoswal, and his own Minister of
Girvan, Prayers said, Psalms sung’ he was desired by the Ministers,
now to give Satisfaction to the People of GOD that were there
present, whereat he knelled down and Prayed, that the Almighty might
Pardon that Hainous Act of Murder There the Ministers asked several
Questions as whether or not he Murdered thro’ Envy. He keep silent,
for tho he Confessed it in Prison, he did not upon the Scaffold:
Also with several other Questions, whether or not he had Converse
with the Devil as was reported of him, he returned no positive
Answer, but entertained them with a Discourse that he was neither a
Sabbath breaker nor a Drunkard more than others, which was no Answer
at all to the Question, where at one of the Ministers said, Thomas,
Thomas, I have done with you. So that save the Murdering of the Man
he made no furder Confession. Then he was at last thrown over the
Ladder with great Difficulty; for he was loath to Die |