"4. That in the exertion of justice I carefully lay aside my own passions, and not give way to them, however provoked. "5. That I be wholly intent upon the business I am about, remitting all other cares and thoughts as unseasonable and interruptions. "6. That I suffer not myself to be pre-possessed with any judgment at all, till the whole business and both parties be heard. "7. That I never engage myself in the beginning of any cause, but reserve myself unprejudiced till the whole be heard. "8. That in business capital, though my nature prompt me to pity, yet to consider there is a pity also due to the country. "9. That I be not too rigid in matters purely conscientious, where all the harm is diversity of judgment. "10. That I be not biassed with compassion to the poor, or favour to the rich, in point of justice. "11. That popular or court applause or distaste have no influence in anything I do, in point of distribution of justice. "12. Not to be solicitous what men will say or think, so long as I keep myself exactly according to the rule of justice. "13. If in criminals it be a measuring cast, to incline to mercy and acquittal. "14. In criminals that consist merely in words, where no more harm ensues, moderation is no injustice. "15. In criminals of blood, if the fact be evident, severity is justice. "16. To abhor all private solicitations, of what kind soever, and by whomsoever, in matters depending. "17. To charge my servants--1. Not to interpose in any matter whatsoever; 2. Not to take more than their known fees; 3. Not to give any undue precedence to causes; 4. Not to recommend counsel. "18. To be short and sparing at meals, that I may be the fitter for business." Under the influence of resolutions like these, the conduct of Hale on the bench appears to have been almost irreproachable. _Ibidem._ * * * * * THE PUBLIC JOURNALS. * * * * * DRYBURGH ABBEY. 'Twas morn--but not the ray which falls the summer boughs among, When beauty walks in gladness forth, with all her light and song; 'Twas morn--but mist and cloud hung deep upon the lonely vale, And shadows, like the wings of death, were out upon the gale. For He whose spirit woke the dust of nations into life-- That o'er the waste and barren earth spread flowers and fruitage rife-- Whose genius, like the sun, illumed the mighty realms of mind-- Had fled for ever from the fame, love, friendship of mankind! To wear a wreath in glory wrought his spirit swept afar, Beyond the soaring wing of thought, the light of moon or star; To drink immortal waters, free from every taint of earth-- To breathe before the shrine of life, the source whence worlds had birth!