practical deductions from the whole may yet be made: first, have a look-out, gentlemen prosecutors, in taking every single step of your course, however apparently unimportant at the time it may seem to you; bearing in mind that, in proportion to the desperate exigencies of the defence, will be the piercing scrutiny to which every formality will be subjected; so that a blot may be hit which might easily have been avoided, but, when hit, is fatal. Secondly, in your turn, gentlemen counsel, be encouraged by the result of this interesting and instructive trial, to watch every single step of your opponents--even those in which error, omission, or miscarriage is least likely--with sleepless vigilance, and be prompt in action. Thus much for the trial of John Frost. MY NOVEL; OR, VARIETIES IN ENGLISH LIFE. BY PISISTRATUS CAXTON. CHAPTER X. In my next chapter I shall present Squire Hazeldean in patriarchal state--not exactly under the fig-tree he has planted, but before the stocks he has reconstructed.--Squire Hazeldean and his family on the village green! The canvass is all ready for the colours. But in this chapter I must so far afford a glimpse into antecedents as to let the reader know that there is one member of the family whom he is not likely to meet at present, if ever, on the village green at Hazeldean. Our squire lost his father two years after his birth; his mother was very handsome--and so was her jointure; she married again at the expiration of her year of mourning--the object of her second choice was Colonel Egerton.