The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1832-01-03


ments, even, had combined TO depress hearts
already postrate! After swallowing a hasty
breakfast, set off for the Old Baily, calling
had promised her. Poor old lady She had
not slept half an hour during the whole night;
and when entered the room, she was lying
in bed, with her hands clasped together, and
her eyes closed, listening to one of the church
prayers, which her niece was reading her.
! sat down in silence; and when the low tre.
mulous voice of Miss Beauchamp had ceased, ,
! shook her cold hand, and took nv seat by
her aunt. ! pushed the curtain aside that I
might see her distinctly. Her features look
ed ghast!y. y.--What savage work grief had
wrought there!
4 don't think shall live through this dread.
ful day. said shell feel every thing dissolv.
ing within me: am deadly sick every mo.
ment; my heart futters as If it were in ex.
pring agonies; and my limbs have little in
them more than corpse Ellen, too, nv
sweet love!--She is as bad and vet she con-
quers it, and attends me like an angelr'
BE ofgood heart, my dear mao m" said I,
"matters are by no means desperate. This
evening, I'll, stake my life for it, you shall
have your son in your arms!
'Ha! quivered the old lady, clapping her
hands, while a faint hysteric laugh broke
from her colorless lips.
well, must leave you, for am going to
hear the opening ofthe trial; l promised
your son as much last night
How was hep family enquireG Miss Beau
champ, who was sitting beside the fire, her
face buried in her hands, and her elbows
resting on her knees. The anguished eyes
OF her aunt also asked me the question, though
her lips spoke not. | assured her that he
was not IN worse spirits than had seen him,
and that left him preparing his Defence
The Lord God Of his fathers bless him, and
deliver him. moaned Mrs. Beauchamp. AS,
however, time passed, and I wished to look
IN on one or two patients in my way, began
to think OF leaving, though scarce knew
how. | enJoined them to keep constantly by
Mrs. Beanchamp glass Of brandy and wa.
ter, with half tea spoonful Of laudanum in
1t, that she or her niece might drink Of it,
whenever'they felt sudden faintness come
over them. For further security, had al
ready stationed for the day, in her bedroom,
young medical friend, who might pay her
constant attention. Arrangements had been
made, found, with the attorney, to report
the progress of the trial every hour by four
regular runners.
Shaking both the ladies' affectionately by
the hand, set off. After seeing the patients
spoke of, hurried on tothe Old Bailey. 1t
was striking ten by ST. Sepulchre's clock
when reached that gloomy street. The
rain was pouring down in drenching showers.
passed by the gallows, which they were
taking down, and on which FIVE men had been
executed only two hours before. Horrid
sight!--the whole Of the street along the
sessions house was covered with straw, thor.
oughly soaked with wet; and my carrisge
wheels rolled along it noiselessly. felt my
color leaving me, and my heart beating fast
as descended, and entered the area before
the court house, which wos occupied with
many anxious groupes conversng together,
needless Of the rain, and endeavorng to get
admittance into the court. The street. en-.
trance was crowded; and it was such silent
gloomy crowd, as | never before saw!--I
| found the trial had commenced--so made
my way instantly 10 the counsel's benches.
The court was crowded TO suffocation; and a.
rnong the spectators, ! recognized several of
the nobility. Three prisoners stood in the
dock-all Of gentlemanly appearance; and the
strong startled light thrown on them from
the mirror overhead, gave their anxious ia
ces ghastly hue. How wildly is that
groupe, even at this distance of time, before
my eyes!-On the right.hand side ,tood Sir
Edward Streighton-dressed in military style
with black stock, and his blue frock coat,
with velvet collar, buttoned up close to his
neck. Both his hands rested on his walking
stick and his head, bent little aside, was at
tentively directed towards the counsel for
| the crown, who was stating the case to the
Jury. Hitler leaned against the left hand
side Of the dock, his arms folded over his
breast, and his stern features, clouded with
anxiety, but evincng no agitation, were gath
cred into frown, as he listened to the strong
terms in which his conduct was being des.
cribed by the counsel. Between stood poor
Beauchamp- fixed and most sorrowful
countenance. He was dressed in black, with
full black stock, in the centre of which gis.
tened.a dazzling speck Of diamond. Both
his hands leaned upon the dock, on which
stood glass Of spring water; and his face
was turned full towards the judge. There
was an air Of melancholy composure and res
ignation about bis wasted features; and he
looked dreadfully thin and fallen away. His
appearance evidently excited deep and res.
pectfuI sympathy. How my heart ached to
look at him, when my thoughts reverted for
an instant to his mother and cousin! There
was, however one other object ofthe gloomy
picture, which arrested my attention, and has
remained with me ever since. Just beneath
thel witness. box, there was a savage face
fixed upon tho counsel, gloating upon his ex.
aggerated violence Of tone and manner. 1t
was Mr.. Frederick Apsley, the relentless
prosecutor. never saw such an imperson-
alton Of malignity. On. bis knees lay his
fists, clenchedan quivering with irrepressi.
BILE fury; and the glances he occasionally
cast towards the prisoners were absolutely