My Lords of Strogue, Vol. 3 (of 3): A Chronicle of Ireland, from the Convention to the UnionWingfield, Lewis
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My Lords of Strogue, Vol. 3 (of 3): A Chronicle of Ireland, from the Convention to the Union
Wingfield, Lewis
Historical fiction; Ireland -- History -- 18th century -- Fiction
Then, to the amazement of Toler, he lost his temper with the jury, and
told them unpleasant truths, rating them soundly for their sins. His
opponent thought he must be mad to rage where it was so evidently his
interest to conciliate. But Madam Gillin listened and nodded approval;
for she knew that it was only a matter of gaining time, and that as
there was to be no verdict there was no use in blarneying the jurors.
With what eloquence he talked! His words seemed to flicker in
sunlight--a kaleidoscope of gems, some rough, some polished, strung
loosely on a cord.
'Life can present no situation,' the orator said, 'wherein the human
power of man can be so divinely exerted as yours should be now; and if
any labours can peculiarly attract the approving eye of Heaven, it is
when God looks down on a human being assailed by human turpitude;
struggling with practices against which the Deity placed His special
canon, when He said, "Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy
neighbour; thou shalt not kill!" We embrace the principles of the
British constitution; and when I look on you, the proudest benefit of
that constitution, I am relieved from the fears of advocacy, since I
place my clients under the influence of its sacred shade. This is not
the idle sycophancy of words. It is not crying, "Lord! Lord!" but
doing "the will of my Father who is in heaven!" If my clients had been
arraigned before a jury of Cornhill shopkeepers, they would ere now be
in their lodgings. The law of England suffers no man to be openly
butchered in a court of justice. The law of England recognises the
innate blackness of the human heart--the possibility of villains
thirsting for the blood of their fellow-creatures; and the people of
Ireland have but too good cause to be acquainted with that thirst. At
the awful foot of Eternal Justice I call on you to acquit these men.
Their characters have been given. Nothing could be more pure. In the
name of Justice I implore you to interpose, while there is time,
between the wanton perjurer and his ensanguined feast; that in the
next life your reward may be more lasting than the perishable crown
which the ancients gave to those who saved a fellow-citizen in battle.
Your own turns may come, for the informer has bowels for himself
alone! If it should be the fate of any of you to count the moments of
captivity, in sorrow and in pain, pining in a dungeon's damps, may you
find refuge in the recollection of the example you this day set to
those who may be called to pass judgment on your lives! Recollect too
that there is another, more awful tribunal than any upon earth, which
we must all some day approach, before which the best of us will have
occasion to look back to what little good he has done this side the
grave. I do pray that Eternal Justice may record the deed you are
about to do, and give to you the full benefit of your claims to an
undying reward, a requital in mercy upon your souls!'
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