Trewman's Exeter Flying Post - April 10th 1823.
"At twelve o'clock, having previously received the sacrament, he was led out of his cell, and walked with a firm step through the avenues to the court-yard. The other Prisoners were assembled there, with whom he shook hands, repeating several times, while tears streamed over his face, "God bless you, my dear fellows–God bless you!" In his way to the place of execution, he said, "The deed is done, and can't be undone–but I hope God will receive my soul." On the scaffold he appeared to suffer much inward feeling, and trembled exceedingly; but his manner as well as his expressions were perfectly resigned. When the Chaplain had finished the usual prayers, in which he devoutedly joined, he turned to those who were in the court-yard, and ejaculated, in an audible, though half-choked voice, "Good bye, my friends;" then, looking toward the crowd assembled in front, he said, "God bless you all;" and to those around, "Tell her I forgive her, and I hope she will forgive me. If you see my poor dear parents, tell them I died happy, and at peace with all mankind." Just before he gave the fatal signal, an acquaintance ascended the platform to shake hands with him, to whom his parting words were, "God bless you–when we meet again I hope it will be in a better place." About twenty minutes past twelve, this unhappy victim of powerful passion yielded his life in expiation of his outrage on the laws of his country."