The Sumter banner. [volume] (Sumterville, S.C.) 1846-1855, 1849-10-03

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ately taken up by the whole crowd.
No trial! to tho gellows with him.
The crowd increased, and the shouts
for vengeance on tho unfortunate Gas.
par became loud and incessaut. The
square before the justice hall was filled
with the multitude, whose roaring voices
peeled through the building.
Let the governor judge tho prisoner;
the governors proclamation makes hin
guilty. Let the governor be Judge,
said the hurgomastcr, unwilling to bear
the obloquy, which, in better times
would be sure to rise against him, should
he condemn Caspal..
sThe people cry for his dcath,' said
the officer; 'we had hard work to keep
him from their nails
SAY, but let the famine cease, and the
same people will curse the judge who
sentenced him. Let the governor
who makes such laws execute them; to
the garrison with the prisoncr!!'
Such were the words of the burgo.
master, who with his officers had that
morning vainly endeavorcd to move the
governor to capitulate, and who now
sought to aggravatc tho evils of his OBJ.
stinacy.
Hang inan for keeping mich
goat! said the magistrate. NO; again
| say, since the sword makes laws, let
the sword execute them. Take your
prisoner to the garrison
sThe prisoner, Caspar Brandt, to the
Sallows!' again rose from the crowd, and
rang through the hall.
'Takc him through the western pas.
sage, and SO you will avoid the mob,'
said the magistrate; and Caspar, who
had now resigned himself to certain
death was led away to the garrison, .he
hall still cchoing the cries and curses of
the multitude, who, when they learned
the escape of their victim or, we should
rather say, his brief rcpricve, followed,
hallooing and shouting, to the walls,
their rage rcdoublcd by disappointment.
The governor, his officers, and their
men-atarms, we've speedily assembled;
and Caspar Brandt, with pale yet un-
clouded and undaunted brow, stood be.
fore his judge.
Young man. said the governor, Il
am sorry for you: but these are times
when the duty of the citizen becomes
religion. Did you not near the procla-
'lAy, my lord said Casrar, calmly.
'And bravcd it? I am sorry for
you. The penalty is death
4 am prepared to die, answered
Caspar, and yet-yct,-
Speak, said the governor, sand
boldly. If there be any doubt of your
sullt-nay, if there be the slightest =
MY lord interrupted one of the
officers, 'wc have brought testimony
Room there and the otii-
Ger beckoncd to ono of his followers,
who, making his way through the crowd,
flung from his back the carcasc of the
slaughtered goat.
CasDar sprang like 4 hound upon the
fellow. May the hand withcl.,' he cx-
claimed, that did this;' and when again
seized by his guards, his eyes fell upon
the slaughtered animal, nc burst into
tears, and, covering his face with his
hands, groaned, Mother, dear mother!'
'This is no time to cast bread to
beasts. Let the prisoner have con.
fessor. and ihen,' and the governor
paused, surveying the youth with looks
of pity, and then despatch him.
Here's Father Frantz, said the Off
Ger, as an old monk broke through the
crowd, and, without word, .hurrving
to Caspar, embraced him.
My son! my dear son. Oh, my lord
governor, what would you with this
youth? y noblcr creature, gentlcr
soul, a youth in whom more virtuous
gifts arc mingled, lives not in the city.
And here! captive? What is his
crime" asked the monk.
Look there, father said the govern.
or, and he pointed to the dead goat.
You have heard the proclamation, you
know the measures which our care for
the common good imposes upon all.
'Minc-minc is the fault, cried the
monk
'Thinc' said the governor.
'This youth-hc has q mothor-yct
a young and comcly woman, but that is
little -iti her goodness, her tenderness,
her more than motherly affection for the
brave lad, that have made him forfeit
his life for her from whom he drew it.
'But your share in his faul,?' asked
the governor.
4 was his mothers confessor, and,
when her means failed, her physician
too; for, in my youth, l studied medi.
cine, and hence the lowly poor--thanks
to my sairit-haye often owned the
value of nv skill, As the rigors of the