Paul Clifford — Volume 07Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
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Paul Clifford — Volume 07
Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
Brigands and robbers -- Fiction
notoriety and my approaching doom, I put it to you, if you have heard
that I have committed one sanguinary action or one ruinous and deliberate
fraud. You have heard that I have lived by the plunder of the rich,--I
do not deny the charge. From the grinding of the poor, the habitual
overreaching, or the systematic pilfering of my neighbours, my conscience
is as free as it is from the charge of cruelty and bloodshed. Those
errors I leave to honest mediocrity or virtuous exertion! You may
perhaps find, too, that my life has not passed through a career of
outrage without scattering some few benefits on the road. In destroying
me, it is true that you will have the consolation to think that among the
benefits you derive from my sentence will be the salutary encouragement
you give to other offenders to offend to the last, degree, and to divest
outrage of no single aggravation! But if this does not seem to you any
very powerful inducement, you may pause before you cut off from all
amendment a man who seems neither wholly hardened nor utterly beyond
atonement. My lord, my counsel would have wished to summon witnesses,--
some to bear testimony to redeeming points in my own character, others to
invalidate the oath of the witness against me,--a man whom I saved from
destruction in order that he might destroy me. I do not think either
necessary. The public Press has already said of me what little good does
not shock the truth; and had I not possessed something of those qualities
which society does not disesteem, you would not have beheld me here at
this hour! If I had saved myself as well as my companions, I should have
left this country, perhaps forever, and commenced a very different career
abroad. I committed offences; I eluded you; I committed what, in my
case, was an act of duty: I am seized, and I perish. But the weakness of
my body destroys me, not the strength of your malice. Had I" (and as the
prisoner spake, the haughty and rapid motion, the enlarging of the form,
produced by the passion of the moment, made impressively conspicuous to
all the remarkable power of his frame),--"had I but my wonted health, my
wonted command over these limbs and these veins, I would have asked no
friend, no ally, to favour my escape. I tell you, engines and guardians
of the law, that I would have mocked your chains and defied your walls,
as ye know that I have mocked and defied them before. But my blood
creeps now only in drops through its courses; and the heart that I had of
old stirs feebly and heavily within me." The prisoner paused a moment,
and resumed in an altered tone: "Leaving, then, my own character to the
ordeal of report, I cannot perhaps do better than leave to the same
criterion that of the witness against me. I will candidly own that under
other circumstances it might have been otherwise. I will candidly avow
that I might have then used such means as your law awards me to procure
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