The Ashland union. [volume] (Ashland, Ashland County, Ohio) 1854-1868, 1855-07-04
NO. 6.

of August next, and that on that day, bo-
tween the hours of ten o'clock In the
forenoon and two in the afternoon, you
be hanged by the neck until you are
dead, and may God, in his infnitemercy,
save your soul.
Mrs. Robinson-You had better pray
for your own soul, sir.
Mrs Robinson then arose. and was
about to say something to the Court
when Mr.. Pierson desired her to remain
quiot. -
Mrs Robinson-Why should I re-
main quiet? What for ? am the
victim of political conspiracy, which is
calculated to crush an innocent man
All have deserted me. Martin L.
Townsend has deserted me. Sheriff,
Price is a shameless, hear:less-
Mr.. Pierson-Be quiet.
The prisoner still kept up a converse
tion with Mr.. Pierson, which we were
unable to hear, merely distinguished the
name of John c. Mather. The audi
ence at this point became greatly excl
ted. The greatest confusion prevailed.
The Court-It is particularly desired
that the audience should remain seated.
1t is to be hoped that no ono will follow
the prisoner to the carriage. The Sher-
iff will remove her.
Sheriff Price here asked Mrs. Robin.
son to accompany him. She turned and
looked sharply at him for moment
then, drawing her veil over her face.
and pointing her finger at Judge Harris,
exclaimed, solemnly:
Judge Harris, may the Judge of
Judges be yoatr Judge"
The prisoner was conducted from the
Court Room-her face being again COW
ed by the mysterious blue veil. She
was, despite the request of the Court,
followed to the Jail by quite large
number ofspestators.
During all this scene Mrs. Robinson
was wholly unveiled. Her countenance
evinced deep emotion, but not the emo
tion of q broken or daunted spirit-far
from it. That indominable selfwill SO
conspicuously displayed on her trial,
was betrayed in every feature and every
motion Her air was defiant and con-
temptous not to the Court alone, but to
others, Mr.. Townsend, of her counsel,
aud Sheriff Price. The usual formu-
las of Court proceedings, she put under
her feet, and had not the remotest idea
of allowing Judge Harris to do moro
than half the talking-thus showing tho
characteristic magnanimity of her sex,
in such matters. Like fair Portia be-
fore the Venetian Court, she said By
her manner and every gesture, "I am
informed thoroughly of the cause" but
her impression obviously was that the
Court and those about her were making
very sorry work oft. Unlike Portia,
however, she had no plea for that equal
ty of mercy. which is not stained but
droppcth as the gentle dews of Heaven
upon the place beneath"-not she.
Had this woman friends to whom she
would listen, and by whom her conduct
would be controlled, We should be justi-
fed in telling them thus publicly that
whatever hopes of the future may be en-
tertaihed for her, through Executive in.
terposition, are seriously damaged by
exhibitions like that of yesterday. But
she has no friends to whom she will lis
ten, and more the pity. From first to
last, her bearing has been that Of an in
jurcd and prosecuted being, struggling
vaiuly, but not without hope, to discn-
tangle herself from the tolls of her ene-
mics. Every step has made more clear
her final fate, and this she has keenly re-
allied, only to blame all the more those
to whom she has trusted her cause, and
to whom she had reason to be grateful.
She is yet to show the first sign ofcon.
triton or of apprehension Of her final
fate. She has asked no favors, and
scorned all public sympathy. And yes
terday, in passing through an ordeal in
which the hearts of stout men felt deep.
ly for her, and her own sex present were
moved to tears--she stood up as if glad
of an opportunity to confront the Court
to breast the storm gathering about
her, and roll it back by reiteratipg the
charge of conspiracy" against judge and
Jury. Her mien was that of the hero.
inc, not of the drab; but vainly did We
look for the WOMAN.