The Sun.
London, England, 1861-03-06 00:00:00

THETERDICT-INCIDENTS IN THE COURT.

The Morning News publishes the following
graphic sketch :
" At 14 minutes past six the door of the jury box
was seen to open, and the cry ran through the court,
Here they are !' It was even so. Oh, how every
heart thrilled. All the excitement of days was
intensified and concentrated into that one moment.

The judge was called from his chamber. In the box
overhead, on the right of the bench, sat Mrs. yet.
verton's aunt, next to whom sat Major Yelverton's
uncle, who has all through declared and manifested
the warmest and most affectionate sympathy for
Mrs. Yelverton and his belief in her heroic virtue.
Next to this gentleman was seated Mrs. Yelverton's
relative, Count Louis de Pransay.
" And the injured wife—she, the most deeply and
terribly to be affected of all by the words just about
being spoken—where was she ? In the adjoining
room she had been awaiting, with what agony of
mind God alone'may know, the moment that had
now arrived. She heard the call that summoned
the judge to receive the verdict. She fell on her
knees, with hands clasped upwards to heaven in
prayer ! Courage ! courage !' said her friends, who
ran over. Courage—For God's sake be calm now.'
God will not desert me,' was her answer. Sud-

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denly—an explosion—a deafening roar—ten thou-
sand peals of thunder—what is it—what is it—a
wild, mad cry of joy bursts through the passage.
Great God! Thy justice is manifested—the right
has triumphed, and all is over !
" To say that words are weak to describe the
scene is only to repeat an often used figure of
speech. Those only who saw it will ever form
an adequate idea of it. When the judge en-
tered the whole audience rose, and amidst a

silence in which breath was held, he questioned the

jury—
" How say you, gentlemen—do you find there
was a legal Scotch marriage ?'

"' ti'l'e do, my lord.' -
" How say you, gentlemen—was there a legal
Irish marriage?'
" Yes, my lord. •
" Then do you find Major Yelverton was a
Catholic on the latter occasion ?'

"' Yes, my lord.'
" When the first answer was given there was not
a word uttered by the audience. But the moment
the Irish marriage was declared valid, and a jury
mainly composed of Protestants, to their eternal
honour be it spoken, had thus shown their abhor-
rence of an infamous penal law, there arose a shout
which rent the air. Again, again, again—for fully
a quarter of an hour it lasted—a scene of frantic
rejoicing. At the first word of the jury the aunt
of Mrs. Yelverton burst into tears, while at the
same moment, amidst the wild cheering of the

spectators,herliand was grasped and warmly wrung
by the Hon. Mr. Yelverton, sen. She had to come
forward to the front of the box, and for several

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minutes acknowledge the greeting that healed. her

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" Cheers now rose for Whitesido if , ‘
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And here occurred an incident whithAsZt
be handed down and perpetuated b yletyza -,ic,
The jury, being a special jury, were liapTed-1,
up the fees bound to be paid in all such dtilesbyhthe
side for whom the verdict is given.
"'No, no,' was the answer; as the bank-notes
were handed back, ' not , one farthing will we
accept. In this case, as Irishmen and as men, we
give our services freely and with pleasure. We
decline to touch these fees! - Honour to these men !
They have in a inseitorable case conferred honour
on the name of Ireland."

MRS.' TELVERTON AND MIX. WHITESIDE.
An "eye-witness" describes the following affect-
.ng scene : _

"One of the most exciting yet impressive scenes
connected with this marvellous trial was the meet-
ing which took place on Saturday evening, in
Judge Viiribtian's chamber, between the Hon. Mrs.
Yelverton and Mr. Whiteside, upon the conclusion
of his reply. When he entered the chamber, she
arose from amongst the circle of her immediate and
particular friends to meet her illustrious advocate.
She clasped both his hands i❑ herS, pressed them
warmly to her over-burdened bosom, hissed them
fervently, and bathed them in a copious flood of
grateful tears, gushing from the inmost recesses of
her heart. It was as imposing a spectacle, perhaps,
as ever took place between a client and an advocate,
and one that never can be effaced from the memories
of the privileged few who were fortunate enough
to witness it—the natural, sudden, spontaneous,
and impulsive tribute of gratitude, paid by a noble
nature to the brilliant and matchless advocacy of,
transcendant genius."