John Whitson

He died about the seventy sixth year of his age by a fall from his horse ; his head pitching on a nail that stood on its head by a smyth's shop. He was buried very honourably ; besides all his relations in mourning, he had as many poor old men and women as he was years old in mourning gowns and hoods, the mayor and aldermen in mourning ; all the trained band (he was their colonel) attended the funeral and their pikes had black ribbons and drums were covered with black cloath.