licted, a wooden platform five or six feet
high, on which was fastened flat a St. Andrew's cross, formed of two
beams of wood in the form of an X. In each of the four arms two square
pieces were cut out to about half the depth of the beam, and about a foot
apart, so that when the victim was bound on the cross the outstretched
limbs were easy to break by a blow at these points, having no support
beneath. Lastly, near the cross, at one corner of the scaffold an
upright wooden post was fixed, on which was fastened horizontally a small
carriage wheel, as on a pivot, the projecting part of the nave being sawn
off to make it flat. On this bed of pain the sufferer was laid, so that
the spectators might enjoy the sight of his dying convulsions when, the
executioner having accomplished his part, the turn of death arrived.

Boeton was carried to execution in a cart, and drums were beaten that his
exhortations might not be heard. But above the roll of drums his voice
rose unfalteringly, as he admonished his brethren to uphold their
fellowship in Christ.

Half-way to the Esplanade a friend of the condemned man, who happened to
be in the street, met the procession, and fearing that he could not
support the sight, he took refuge in a shop. When Boeton was opposite
the door, he stopped the cart and asked permission of the provost to
speak to his friend. The request being granted, he called him out, and
as he approached, bathed in tears, Boeton said, "Why do you run away from
me? Is it because you see me covered with the tokens of Jesus Christ?
Why do you weep because He has graciously called me to Himself, and all
unworthy though I be, permits me to seal my faith with my blood?" Then,
as the friend threw himself into Boeton's arms and some signs of
sympathetic emotion appeared among the crowd; the procession was abruptly
ordered to move on; but though the leave-taking was thus roughly broken
short, no murmur passed the lips of Boeton.

In turning out of the first street, the scaffold came in sight; the
condemned man raised his hands towards heaven, and exclaimed in a
cheerful voice, while a smile lit up his face, "Courage, my soul! I see
thy place of triumph, whence, released from earthly bonds, thou shah take
flight to heaven."

When he got to the foot of the scaffold, it was found he could not mount
without assistance; for his limbs, crushed in the terrible "boot," could
no longer sustain his weight. While they were pre