The Rutland herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1850-1852, 1850-08-08

ed counsel, A II in doubt who Of the
twain WAS then on trial. As for the
stranger, he seemed 10 pay not the
slightest attention TO his opponents, bu,
remained mo,ionless, with his forehead
bowed on hia hands. like one buried in
deep thought or slumt,er.
When the proper time came, howcv
er, he soddenly sprang to his feet, eros.
sed the bar. and took his sea, almos,
touching the jury. He then commcuc.
ed in a whisper. but il was . whisper
so Wild, 90 clear, no unntterably ring.
ing and distinct, rs TO fill the hall from
floor TO galleries At the outset, he
dealt in pure logic, separating and com.
binin9 the proven facts. ill the whole
m ass of confused evidence looked trnn.
parent as q globe Of glass, through
which the innocsace Of his client shone,
brilliant as . sunbeam and the jurors
nodded 10 each other Of thorough con.
vicsion /; thai thrilling whisper, aud fix.
cd concentration, and the Language, sim.
pie as a child's, had convinced all.
lie then changed his posture, so as
to sweep the bar with his glance and
began to tear and rcnd his legal adver.
saries. His sallow face giowed ss q
heated furnace, his eyes resembled liv
ing Goals and his voice became tho
clnngor Of a trumpet. l have never,
before or since, listened 10 such mur.
derous denunciations. It was like
Jove's eagle charging n flock Of crow.
1t was like Jove himself hurling red
hot thundertolts among the quaking
ranks Of conspiracy of inferior gods
And yet in the highest tempest Of hi
fury he seemed calm; he employed NJ
gesture save one--ihe fash OF a lon.
fore.fnger direct in the eyes of hi
foes. He painted their venality an,
unmanly menaces, in coalescing, 70
money, to hunt down a poor and friend
less woman, till q shout Of stiAed rag
arose from the multitude, and cvel
some Of the jury cried 'Shamer
He changed the theme once more
His voice grew mournful as a funera
song, and his eyes filed with tears, q;
he traced n vivid picture of mans cru
elites and woman's wrongs, with pecul
lar illustrations in the case Of his ellen,
till one half of the audience wept lik
children. But i, was in the peroratio
that he reached the zenith, at once, I
terror and sublimity. His feature
were as livid as those of a corpse, hi
very hair appeared to stand on end
his nerves shook as with a palsy; h
tossed his hands wildly towards heay
en-, each finger stretched apart and qui,
ering like the fame of candle, As h
closed with the last words of the decea.
ed Hiram Shore: Tell my mother tn;
] am dead and gone to hell" His en-
phasis on the word he'll embodied th
. acme and ideal of all horror; it was
wall Of immeasurable despair. No la'
guagc can depict the effect on us wi
! heard it. Men groaned, females scream
} ed. and one poor mother tainted, an
WAS ocui'V h"hy III So'' 'u'siohH'
, The whole speech occupied but a
hour.
The jury rendered verdict Of N
Guilty without leaving the box; a,
, three cheers. like successive roars Of ;
: earthquake, shook the old court hou
from the dome 10 the corner stone, te
S tifying the joy Of the people. Aft
: the adjournment, which occurred ne
e sunset, the triumphant advocate aro
i and gave out an appointment; Il "
/ pre- ach in this house tonight nj eil
e o'clock lie then glided through I
y crowd, speaking to no one, though m
u nv attempted TO d,aw him into conv'
saiion.
(, At 8 o'clock the court house was
e gain thronged. and the stranger, acct
a ding to promise, delivered his sermt
n 1t evinced the same attribute as
e previous eloquence at the bar;
n same compact logic, the same burni
p vehemencc, and increased bitterness
D. denunciation.