Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 19
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 19
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
During this harangue, not a muscle of Alexander’s face moved;
but he stood with his eyes bent upon the speaker, manifesting
throughout the same calm and proud look of conscious innocence.
Isabella exhibited almost the same calmness as her husband; but at
times the glow of indignation and impatience flushed her cheek, and
she threw upon the accuser a glance of scorn.
I will not enter into the evidence. Several of the witnesses were
gentlemen of rank, who, having been spectators of the assault in
the Park, gave an unprejudiced statement of what they had seen,
and their testimony tended to prepare the minds of the court to
give credence to the evidence of less respectable witnesses; for
they confirmed the desperate character of the attack and the
injury received by the prosecutor. A herd of others were suborned
to aggravate the charges, and to controvert whatever evidence the
prisoner might bring forward. The case for the prosecution closed,
and every hope of acquittal was destroyed. Still he maintained
the same firmness; and, for a few seconds, not a sound was heard
throughout the court. To the ear of Isabella, the breathless
silence was as sudden thunder; hitherto, while listening to the
accumulated perjuries with which her husband’s ruin was sought,
notwithstanding her hopelessness and agony, her eye had not
wandered from him; but she now turned, with a wild and imploring
look, towards the jury, at once to read on their countenances the
impression which the evidence had made, and to conjure them in
speechless agony to believe it not. But she, shuddering, turned
away from the appalling scene, and a groan burst from her bosom.
She beheld in their features the cold, fixed expression of men who
knew no feeling but justice; and she saw their eyes turned to her
husband, but in sternness rather than in compassion.
“Prisoner,” said the judge, “you have heard the charges which have
been preferred against you; if you have any witnesses on your
behalf let them be brought forward; or, if you have aught to say in
your defence why judgment ought not to be pronounced against you,
speak now.”
“My lord,” said Alexander, “I crave your indulgence. Trusting to
innocence, I have employed no counsel, and I hoped to need none.
If, therefore, in the few words which I shall speak, I depart from
the rules and usages of this court, I beg your protection and
direction. Gentlemen of the jury,” he added “much of the evidence
which has this day been given before you has not impressed upon you
a firmer conviction of my wickedness than it has filled me with
horror at the baseness and the perjury of which men can be found
capable.”
“My lord,” interrupted the prosecutor’s counsel, “such language is
not to be borne.”
“The prisoner has claimed my protection,” said the judge, “and
he shall have it. Proceed,” added he, addressing Alexander, “but
remember that unsubstantiated charges against others will only
aggravate the proofs already given, and militate against you.”
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