At nine the next morning a vast crowd covered the Common, the shops and stores being closed, by order, for a holiday.
Mr. Wilson again attended the culprit. "Mary Dyer, Mary Dyer!" he called in a loud voice as they stood together on the scaffold. "Mary Dyer, repent, oh, repent, and renounce your heresies!"
And Mary Dyer answered, "Nay, man; I am not now to repent, knowing nothing to repent of!"
"Shall I have the men of God pray for you?"
She looked about curiously, half-smiled, and said, "I see none here."
"Will you have the people pray for you?"
"Yes; I want all the people to pray for me!"
Again the light was shut out from her eyes, this time forever. Her hands were bound behind her with thongs that cut into her wrists, her feet were tied. She reeled, and the Reverend Mr. Wilson kindly supported her. The noose was adjusted.
"Let us all pray!" said the Reverend Mr. Wilson. So they hanged Mary
Dyer in the morning.