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
"Eh, sirs, what's this? I tells you I have saved the judge's hown flesh
and blood! Vy, now, gently, there; you'll smart for this, my fine
fellow! Never you mind, Paul, my 'arty; I 'se done you a pure good--"
"Silence!" proclaimed the voice of the judge; and that voice came forth
with so commanding a tone of power that it awed Dummie, despite his
intoxication. In a moment more, and ere he had time to recover, he was
without the court. During this strange hubbub, which nevertheless
scarcely lasted above two or three minutes, the prisoner had not once
lifted his head, nor appeared aroused in any manner from his revery; and
scarcely had the intruder been withdrawn before the jury returned.
The verdict was, as all had foreseen, "Guilty;" but it was coupled with a
strong recommendation to mercy.
The prisoner was then asked, in the usual form, whether he had to say
anything why sentence of death should not be passed against him.
As these dread words struck upon his ear, slowly the prisoner rose. He
directed first towards the jury a brief and keen glance, and his eyes
then rested full, and with a stern significance, on the face of his
judge.
"My lord," he began, "I have but one reason to advance against the
sentence of the law. If you have interest to prevent or mitigate it,
that reason will, I think, suffice to enlist you on my behalf. I said
that the first cause of those offences against the law which brings me to
this bar was the committing me to prison on a charge of which I was
wholly innocent! My lord judge, you were the man who accused me of that
charge, and subjected me to that imprisonment! Look at me well, my lord,
and you may trace in the countenance of the hardened felon you are about
to adjudge to death the features of a boy whom, some seven years ago, you
accused before a London magistrate of the theft of your watch. On the
oath of a man who has one step on the threshold of death, the accusation
was unjust. And, fit minister of the laws you represent! you, who will
now pass my doom,--You were the cause of my crimes! My lord, I have
done. I am ready to add another to the long and dark list of victims who
are first polluted and then sacrificed by the blindness and the injustice
of human codes!"
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