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I hope you will never be persuaded, or suffer the public to be led away with a belief, that I am fallen from that spirit maintained from my youth up, and had so long been in possession of the ancient name of Davidson (Aberdeen’s boast), and is now become fables. Death’s countenance is familiar to me. I have had him in view fifteen times, and surely he cannot now be terrible.


Extract from a letter William Davidson wrote to his wife Sara from Newgate prison.