Every eye in the crowded building was strained upon him almost
painfully, as he stood with locked lips looking at an old woman in a
bright red shawl in the public gallery. He was as pale as a ghost,
his cheeks were so cadaverous that in the murky light of the gaslit
winter afternoon they presented the appearance of bones divested of
their flesh. But there was a profound faith among the majority of the
slow-breathing multitude. Since the morning the name of the advocate
had come to be bruited among them; and in spite of his silence, which
was grinding against their tense nerves, there was that in his bearing
which excluded all sense of foreboding from their minds.
A full minute passed in complete silence while the advocate stood
staring at the old woman in the red shawl. At last his lips were
unsealed, slowly and reluctantly; the first words that proceeded from
them were of a quietude which pinned every thought. All listened with a
painful intensity without knowing why.
“My lord, gentlemen of the jury: It is with feelings of awe that I
address you. This is the first occasion on which my inexperience
has been summoned to bear the yoke of a great task; and here on its
threshold I confess to you without shame that I should faint under its
burden, had I not the knowledge that I hold a mandate to plead the
cause of not the least of God’s creatures.
“You must have heard with admiration the words which have fallen from
the lips of the learned gentleman who has pleaded the cause of the
Crown. Impregnable in his learning, ripe in his judgment, he has made
it impossible for the tyro who stands before you to imitate his force
and his integrity. Indeed, I do not know how this tyro would derive the
courage to follow him at all were it not that a special sanction had
been given to him by the grievous circumstances of this case. It is
because its nature is so terrible that he who has to share its onus is
able to forget his youth, his weakness, his absence of credentials.
“We are proud, we citizens of London, that we are born of the first
race of mankind, in the most fortunate hour of its history. It is our
boast that we are the inheritors of a freedom that was never seen
before on the earth; a freedom not only of conduct and intercourse,
but more rarely, more preciously, a freedom of opinion, a freedom of
ideas. And we prize this birthright of ours not merely because our
fathers purchased it for us with their blood, but also because its
possession is of inestimable worth in the progress of human nature.
And in the very centre of this pride of ours, which is intellectual in
its source, there arises, as the bulwark of our homage, the more than
sacred edifice which has crystallized the national life. I refer to the
constitution of England.
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