As for Hall, henceforward an angel of light could not have been more
highly regarded, and his fate, a very few years later, brought grief on
the county almost as universal as that felt for the Earl of Derwentwater
himself.

Hall was at Preston with Derwentwater, but he did not, like Frank
Stokoe, ride for it when Forster surrendered. One would almost have
expected a man of his fiery, reckless disposition to have made a dash
for it, and to fight his way through or fall in the attempt. Perhaps he
considered it a point of honour to stick by his friends, and share their
fate, whatever it might be. Anyhow, he surrendered with the rest, and
with the rest was condemned to death. Time after time he was reprieved,
owing to the exertions of friends who happened to be high in favour
with the Hanoverian King's Government, but time after time he was
recommitted, and finally Tyburn saw the last of poor "Mad Jack Hall."
They hanged him on the 13th of July 1716.




SEWINGSHIELDS CASTLE, AND THE SUNKEN TREASURE OF BROOMLEE LOUGH


The old castle of Sewingshields is one of which there are many legends.
If local tradition might be accepted as a guide, we should find that
Arthur the King lived there once on a time. But surely another Arthur
than him of whom Tennyson sang. One,

"Not like that Arthur, who, with lance in rest,