MR. Satchel, at the time of the Duke's landing at Lyme, lived at Culliton, about Five Miles West of that Town. No sooner had he the News of the Duke's being landed, but he sets himself to work, to serve him, desiring all he knew to joyn with him, and was one of the first that went to him to Lyme, and was with him to the end. But after the Rout, travelling to and fro, to secure himself, was at last taken at Chard, by three Moss Troopers. He was from thence carried to Ilchester, and so secured in Ilchester Gaol; and at the Bloody Assizes at Dor∣chester, took his Tryal, and received his Sentence with the rest.
After Sentence, two of his Friends came to him, and told him, there was no Hope. He an∣swer'd, My Hope is in the Lord. After which, he spent most of his time before Execution, in Prayer and Meditation, and conferring with many good Persons. The Morning being come, he prepared himself, and all the way drawing to Execution, was very devout. Being come to the Place, there was a Minister, I think, of that Place, who sung a Psalm, and prayed with them, and would have some Discourse with this Person, which he avoided as much as possible; but he asked him, what were his Grounds for joyning in that Rebellion? who answered, Had you, Sir, been there, and a Protestant, I believe you would have joyned too: But do not speak to me about that; I am come to die for my Sins, not for my Treason against the King, as you call it. So pointing to the Wood that was to burn his Bowels, he said, I do not care for that; what matters it, what becomes of my Body, so my Soul be at rest. So praying to himself near half an Hour, and advising some he knew, never to yield to Popery, he was turned off the Ladder. He was a couragious bold spirited Man, and one of great Reason, just and punctual in all his Business, and one that did much Good amongst his Neighbours.