A Whim, and Its Consequences: Collection of British Authors Vol. CXIVJames, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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A Whim, and Its Consequences: Collection of British Authors Vol. CXIV
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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The indictment was read, setting forth in various counts the charge
against the prisoner. Sir ----, desired to see the instrument, and
then merely remarked, that it was bad in law, and could not be
sustained.
"When the case for the defence comes on, I will hear your objection,"
said the judge.
"I do not know that it will be necessary, my lord;" replied the
counsel. "My friend and client has an invincible objection to take
advantage of any technicality; and, I think, we can do without a flaw,
although I may judge it my duty to show your lordship that there is a
fatal one in this indictment."
When called upon to plead, Chandos replied, "Not guilty," in a firm,
slow, and distinct voice; and the confident tone of the leader for the
defence, as well as the calm self-possession of the prisoner, had its
effect both upon the spectators and the jury. It was soon to be driven
away, however; for the leader for the crown rose after a few words
from a junior; and a very different impression was speedily produced.
The lawyer who conducted the prosecution was a tall handsome man, with
strongly marked and expressive features, a powerful and flexible
voice, and great dignity of manner. He had one quality, however, which
was greatly in favour of a prisoner if he were retained as counsel for
the defence, but which told sadly against him if he appeared on behalf
of the crown. He seemed--it was merely seeming--so fully, so firmly
convinced of the justice of the cause he advocated, his manner was so
sincere, his apparent candour so great, that the jury, thoroughly
believing he had no doubt, and weighing their wits against his,
naturally asked themselves, "If so learned and shrewd a man has
arrived at this conclusion, why should we venture to differ from him?"
On the present occasion, he paused for an instant and rested his hand
upon the table, as if almost overpowered by his feelings--he never was
calmer in his life--and then, raising his head, went on, with the
clear, distinct, grave tones of his voice penetrating into every part
of the court, in which there reigned a dead silence.
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