Even Lady Montressor, notwithstanding the absorbing nature of her own sorrow, fixed her languid eyes upon this savage child of nature, now bound and captive, and in deadly peril of his life, and watched in hope and fear the progress of his short trial. The forms were quickly dispatched; the testimony on both sides heard; the exposition of the opposite lawyers made; the charge of the judge delivered; the case given to the jury, and their verdict returned. “Stand up and confront the jury;” was the order given to the prisoner. “How say you, gentlemen of the jury, is the prisoner at the bar guilty or not guilty?” For an instant there was a pause and silence in the court, during which you might have heard a heart beat, broken soon by the deep voice of the foreman pronouncing the awful word of doom,— “GUILTY!” He was only a Gipsy, and it had not taken the twelve long to find their verdict. The prisoner was then asked if he had any thing to advance as a just reason why sentence of death should not be pronounced against him. Dlifp Oorak laughed wildly, shook his black, elf locks, and intimated that since the doom was to be only death, he had no objection to make!—had it been a long imprisonment, now, that were another matter! And the Gipsy chief impatiently stretched his limbs and looked longingly abroad through the tall gothic windows into the free, sunny air. His attention was gravely recalled by the judge, who donned the black cap, arose, and proceeded to pronounce sentence. The Gipsy heard his doom with an indifference and a wandering of the eyes bordering on “contempt of court.” A little delay and bustle ensued, during which the sheriff’s officers proceeded to remove the prisoner from court. In going out, they passed very near our group of friends. Lady Montressor noticed his half-savage, half-child-like demeanor, caught a glance from his wild, deer eyes, and silently offered up the care of his untutored soul to Christ. This prisoner had scarcely left the court before the second case upon the docket was called. It was that of a young girl charged with the crime of infanticide. The details of this case were so painful, so revolting, that one by one the women in the crowd vailed themselves and silently stole away. While Estelle, the most delicate, sensitive and refined of women, was compelled to sit there, between her friend and her minister, and hear the whole! The trial occupied three hours, and ended as the preceding one had ended—in the conviction of the prisoner and sentence of death.