The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1867-12-16

windows of the court and the cold air came
rushing in. But the spirits Of death gathered
closer round him, and now he tainted. He
sank down in the dock. The crowd heard the
hollow sound Of his convulsive movements
against the panelling. The closing scene is
thus desoribed:-
Lord Clonmell:-'If the prisoner is in
state Of insensibility, il is impossible that
can pronounce the judgment ofthe court upon
him.
Thereupon, Mr.. Thomas Kinsley, an apothe-
cary, who was in the jury-box, said he would
go down to him. He stopped down over the
dock, felt Jaolzson's pulse, and then turning
round towards the judge, declared that the
prisoner was certainly dying. By order of the
court, Mr.. Kinsley was sworn.
Lord Clonmell-Are you in any professioni
Mr.. Kinsley-I am an apothecary.
Lord Clonmell-Can you speak with GER
tainty of the state Of the prisoner
Mr.. Kinsley-I can; l think him verging to
eternity.
Lord Clonmell-Do you think him capable
of hearing his Judgment
Mr.. Kinsley-I do not think he can.
Lord Clonmell-Then he must be taken
away. Take care that in sending him away no
mischief be done. Let him be remanded until
further orders; and believe it is as much for
his advantage, as for all of yours, to adjourn.
But the further orders never we're delivered;
the case of the prisoner had been already trans
ferred to another tribunal. The sheriff, pale
and horror-stricken, informed the court that
the man was dead.
All rose and hurriedly left the court. The
jailors laid the corpse straight on the floor Of
the dock, and hastened away. Many man
dead by the execution of the law had they seen,
but never such sight as this. All through
the night, the dead lay there, guard Of sol
diers keeping silent watch. There is a story
that at midnight weeping woman stole in
ns.;N H. IL 1oa1 AI,
rigid hands, and vanished. Next day an
inquest was held; the body contained large
quantity of metallic poison. The jailor swore
that on the preceding day, little before the
prisoner was brought up to court, he found
him, with his wife, greatly agiJated, and vo-
mitiDg violently. 81 have taken some tea"
said Jackson, (Which has disagreed with me-"
He had died of poison, and batfled the law.
| Whether it was to save himself and his family
| from the shame Of an ignominious execution,
or to preserve his property from confscation,
| he had hurried to the final Court of Appeal.
In his pocket, as he lay Dead were found
some passages from the penitential Psalms, in
his own handwriting.
Such a scene could never be forgotten by
those who witnessed it. Few, however, could
imagine the effect it had upon the Judge. Here
is his 'note," written with his own hand ON
the very night of Jacksons death, when the
! eyes of the corpse were rigidly fixed upon the
ceiling of the Court
"April 80, 1795.-Recollect the death of that
jackson, at the moment that judgment was
about to be pronounced upon him. This should
make new judicial era in your life. As to
regimen, diligence, and exercise, remember to
ride and walk as much, toeat and sleep as little
as possible; to read law as much, to idle as
little as you can, and never to fret at all; to
laugh and smile as much, to frown and sulk as
little as may be. Never to be drunk. Put
yourself into no PERSONS power. Live as long
and as happy as you can. Turn each moment
to the best account, and make the most of
each good occasion, and the best of every bad
one. Look to God and yourself only.'
What comment on so fearful a tragedy,
and written by judges hand All the Year
! Round.