The Every-day Book and Table Book, v. 1 (of 3): or Everlasting Calendar of Popular Amusements, Sports, Pastimes, Ceremonies, Manners, Customs and Events, Incident to Each of the Three Hundred and Sixty-five Days, in past and Present Times; Forming a Complete History of the Year, Month, and Seasons, and a Perpetual Key to the AlmanacHone, William
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The Every-day Book and Table Book, v. 1 (of 3): or Everlasting Calendar of Popular Amusements, Sports, Pastimes, Ceremonies, Manners, Customs and Events, Incident to Each of the Three Hundred and Sixty-five Days, in past and Present Times; Forming a Complete History of the Year, Month, and Seasons, and a Perpetual Key to the Almanac
Hone, William
Days; Great Britain -- Social life and customs
which he had been just enveloped, during his passage from the
court.--Having shaken off his tormentors, Mr. ---- walked up to the
fire--said it was cold--nodded kindly to me--and had just asked what had
been the last night’s division in the house--when the powdered head of
an usher was protruded through the half open door to announce that
“Jones and Williams was called on.” Down went the poker, and away flew
---- with streaming robes, leaving me to meditate on the loss which the
case would sustain for want of his assistance at the expected
discussion. Having waited some further space, I heard a rustling of
silks, and the great ----, our commander in chief, sailed into the room.
As he did not run foul of me, I think it possible I may not have been
invisible to him; but he furnished me with no other evidence of the
fact. He simply directed the attorney to provide certain additional
affidavits, tacked about and sailed away. And thus ended the first
consultation. I consoled myself with the thought that I had all my
materials for myself, and that from having had so much more time for
considering the subject than the others, I must infallibly make the best
speech of the three. At length the fatal day came. I never shall forget
the thrill with which I heard ---- open the case, and felt how soon it
would be my turn to speak. O, how I did pray for a long speech! I lost
all feeling of rivalry; and would gladly have given him every thing that
I intended to use myself, only to defer the dreaded moment for one
half-hour. His speech was frightfully short, yet, short as it was, it
made sad havoc with my stock of matter. The next speaker’s was even more
concise, and yet my little stock suffered again severely. I then found
how experience will stand in the place of study. These men could not,
from the multiplicity of their engagements, have spent a tithe of the
time upon the case which I had done: and yet they had seen much which
had escaped my research. At length my turn came. I was sitting among the
back rows in the old court of King’s Bench. It was on the first day of
Michaelmas term, and late in the evening. A sort of “darkness visible”
had been produced by the aid of a few candles dispersed here and there.
I arose, but I was not perceived by the judges, who had turned together
to consult, supposing the argument finished. B---- was the first to see
me, and I received from him a nod of kindness and encouragement which I
hope I shall never forget. The court was crowded, for it was a question
of some interest; it was a dreadful moment--the ushers stilled the
audience into awful silence. I began, and at the sound of an unknown
voice, every wig of the white inclined plane, at the upper end of which
I was standing, turned round; and in an instant I had the eyes of
seventy “learned friends” looking me full in the face! It is hardly to
be conceived by those who have not gone through the ordeal, how terrific
is this mute attention to the object of it.
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