The Judge now began.--It is greatly to be regretted, that we have no minute and detailed memorial of the trial, except only the prisoner’s defence. The summing up of the Judge was considered at that time scarce less remarkable than the speech of the prisoner. He stated the evidence with peculiar care and at great length to the jury. He observed how the testimony of the other deponents confirmed that of Houseman; and then, touching on the contradictory parts of the latter, he made them understand, how natural, how inevitable was some such contradiction in a witness who had not only to give evidence against another, but to refrain from criminating himself. There could be no doubt but that Houseman was an accomplice in the crime; and all therefore that seemed improbable in his giving no alarm when the deed was done, was easily rendered natural, and reconcileable with the other parts of his evidence. Commenting then on the defence of the prisoner (who, as if disdaining to rely on aught save his own genius or his own innocence, had called no witnesses, as he had employed no counsel), and eulogizing its eloquence and art, till he destroyed their effect by guarding the jury against that impression which eloquence and art produce in defiance of simple fact, he contended that Aram had yet alleged nothing to invalidate the positive evidence against him. I have often heard, from men accustomed to courts of law, that nothing is more marvellous, than the sudden change in a jury’s mind, which the summing up of the Judge can produce; and in the present instance it was like magic. That fatal look of a common intelligence, of a common assent, was exchanged among the doomers of the prisoner’s life and death as the Judge concluded. They found the prisoner guilty. The Judge drew on the black cap. CHAPTER VI. THE DEATH.--THE PRISON.--AN INTERVIEW.--ITS RESULT. “Lay her i’ the earth, And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring.” ........... “See in my heart there was a kind of fighting That would not let me sleep.” --Hamlet. “Bear with me a little longer,” said Madeline. “I shall be well, quite well presently.” Ellinor let down the carriage window, to admit the air; and she took the occasion to tell the coachman to drive faster. There was that change in Madeline’s voice which alarmed her. “How noble was his look! you saw him smile!” continued Madeline, talking to herself: “And they will murder him after all. Let me see, this day week, ay, ere this day week we shall meet again.”