"On Thursday, Patrick Ward, who was to die on that day, sent a request I would administer the sacrament to him. He was one-and-twenty of age, and had scarce ever had a serious thought, till he shot the man who went to take away his gun. From that instant he felt a turn within, and never swore an oath more. His whole behaviour in prison was serious and composed: He read, prayed, and wept much; especially after one of his fellow-prisoners had found peace with God.
His hope gradually increased till this day, and was much strengthened at the Lord's Supper; but still he complained, 'I am not afraid, but I am not desirous, to die. I do not find that warmth in my heart. I am not sure my sins are forgiven.' He went into the cart, about twelve, in calmness, but mixed with sadness.
But in a quarter of an hour, while he was wrestling with God in prayer (not seeming to know that any one was near him), 'The Holy Ghost,' said he, 'came upon me, and I knew that Christ was mine.' From that moment his whole deportment breathed a peace and joy beyond all utterance, till, after having spent about ten minutes in private prayer, he gave the sign".
Saw this today on an internet forum "Christians on Shotgunworld.com"