"Tell him, my dear, that I quite forgot it. I fancied I was at a play,
and enjoyed it much."
I believe Cary did n't translate me honestly, for the old fellow seemed
appeased, and the case continued. I could now perceive that my atrocious
conduct had evoked a very strong sentiment in the auditory, for
there was a great rush forward to get a look at me, and they who were
fortunate enough to succeed complimented me by a string of the most
abusive and insulting epithets.
My advocate was now called on, and, seeing him rise, I just whispered to
Cary, "Ask the judge if we may see the wound?"
"What does that question mean?" said the chief judge, imperiously.
"Would the prisoner dare to insinuate that the wound has no existence?"
"You've hit it," said I. "Tell him, Cary, that's exactly what I mean."
"Has not the prisoner sworn to his sufferings," repeated he, "and the
doctor made oath to the treatment?"
"They 're both a pair of lying scoundrels. Tell him so, Cary."
"You see him now. There is the man himself in his true colors, most
illustrious and most ornate judges," exclaimed Giacomo, pointing to me
with his finger, as I nearly burst with rage.
"Ah! che diavolo! che demonio infernale!" rang out amidst the waving
crowd; and the looks bestowed on me from the bench seemed to give hearty
concurrence to the opinion.
Now, Tom, a court of justice, be its locale ever so humble, and its
procedure ever so simple, has always struck me as the very finest
evidence of homage to civilization. There is something in the fact of
men submitting, not only their worldly interests and their characters,
but even their very passions, to the arbitration of their fellow-men,
that is indescribably fine and noble, and shows--if we even wanted such
a proof--that this corrupt nature of ours, in the midst of all its worst
influences, has still some of that divine essence within, unsullied and
untarnished. And just as I reverence this, do I execrate, with all my
heart's indignation, a corrupt judicature. The governments who employ,
and the people who tolerate them, are well worthy of each other.
Take all the vices that degrade a nation, "bray them in a mortar," and
they 'll not eat so deep into the moral feeling of a people as a tainted
administration of the law.
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