Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1875-01-23
A SCENE AT THE BEECHEs TRIAL

A SCENE AT THE REECHER TRIAL.
lStec1G Correspondence Of TIE CsioosrO Trs0as1e
/ BRookLNN, January 1.-THE ninth daV
dawned upon Brooklyn exQuisitely clear.
| with q rare abundance OF sunshine and a sky
unfieeked by single cloud. The entrance Ia
! the courthouse was thrOnged. AZ usual by
! the hopeful multitude which never obtains a
| right OF entrance. but which none the les
diligenily seeks the asphyNIating privileges
Eleven O'Clock was the hour az which. with
customary punctuailty, the stitches Of the
/ motley Fabric, dropped the night before. were
again picked up by the nimhle fingers OF Mr..
Fullerton. Dir. Moulton elbowed his way Ia
the stand, and sat for az least a minute, the
( target ola
! Every now and then he ran his slender nm
I gers through his rufouS hair. which seems o.
/ enter enthusiastically into the pP,scee thugs.
and In hristle with interest a. its owner pro
! case.
| Fullerton hal Stowet 2 comfortable break
/ fast under his ample vest IL was easy e.
! detect it's benign influences in the moist poi
! ish Of his lips. the stately manner OF his eye.
| ard the sclf-conNr!ouS dignity OF his ,.aTriaa-r
| He rrnSect.l tb, tSr,,, bar,,gs,,l,oy a., ,.a,tt
| those influences mingled, well tn front a,
| him, squared his shoulders, rolled a combat
| i've glance az the spare ViSagC OF Mr.. EVart>
| and siraigh; from his mouth there flew tn
| first ofa shining series Of questions.
| The play was again excellent. MGultaa'>
anSwCTSNycre
| PAT. AND CAREFULLY DELIVERED.
| with degree Of placid SCli-cpntTol which
| more than one OF hiS hearers must have
surely eRvied him. The moraiug was spent
| in Identifying and putting in rs evidence the
numerous letters which belong Ia IN" plain
/ tins cause. All OF these Mr. Funcripa re-
cljCd with a gravity of manner. ami in tone,
| So rich and so solemn that one torgaVc the
| repetition which thus duplicated them for the
| sake OF the calculation Of minor shades Of
meaning hitherto undcNelopel Judge FUl-
leTtons voice closely resembles that Of Mr.
Beccher, Tivaling it in mcllowneSS and cN-
ceiling 10 in depth. Closing ones eyes. one
might have supposed il 10 have been the
voice of the preacher himself. confeSSing
with tremendous tragic force, the emotions
which We're rolling like waves across his
| soul. Especially powerful did this agency
become when Mr.. Fullerton. in proper time
reclte1 Mr.. IlltOn'S poem,
"SIR NARNADUEE'S MUSINGS"
When he reached the three hnal sianz2S
The lawyers ringing voice tremblei and b.
came moGTnfully profound. 4 hush. a. OF
awe and sympathy, filed the room
lam now all hercft-
hswhen some tower doth TALL
With haftlemsuts and wall
And gate, and bridge, and al.
And nothing left.
But account il worth
All pangso Il fair hopes crossed
All loves and hunors lost
To gain the heavens AZ CVst
OF losing earth.
| So, lest be inclined
10 render III for IN,
HenceioTth in me instl,
| % God, sweet good Will
| To all mankind.
The last words vibrated a moment, and
| then there was a buzz of eager comment.
| During this painful recitation, Mrs. TlltOn
| blanched fcarfully and looked with a tearfdl
/ eye AT Mr.. BeecheT. all tue while biting her
| finger nails. The defendant. for a while.
| bore himself with customary indifference.
| but. as the reading proceeded,
BECAME TERRIBLY SCARLET,
1 4. gu 4.
| silver meshes of his hair. His wife preserved
| the same almost cOmatOSe expression which
| she has worn during the whole trial. She
| has evidently made up her mind To look con
| temptuOusly, without very we'll knowing
| why.
| Tilton's grave and melancholy face. which
| is wistful and pathetic all day long, under
| goes no change. He listens 10 his counsel.
| NE listens TO the opposition; he listens TO the
! evidence; he listens 10 the judgeS-always
| with the same sad interest and attention.
| When recess was announced, both Tilton
| and MOultOn were surrounded by knots OF
| friends; while, as a curious reverse, Mr.
| Beecher, his son, and his wife, stood all alone
| in a small and silent grOupe. All traces OF
! meTriment have
| LONG SINCE VANISHED
| from the preachers face. and he looked care
| worn, as indeed he might. Mrs. BeecheI
mumbled something between her lips, in
| audible even 10 her husband. who paid nc
attention TO her. After moments hesita-
ton. he darted across the room TO Dir. Evarts
1
! NerS' table. The two plunged into converse
tion,-Mr. Beecher speaking al random, and
evidently thinking of other things than cere-
| rO-Spinal-meningtttS, upon which inviting
| topic their discussion finally alighted. Al
I of sudden Mr.. Beecher rose TO his feet and
l strobe three or four steps toward Mrs. Tilton
VINO sprans up 70 meet hlIn; The two Shooa
| each others hands more than cordially. h
| retaining hers moment, and she lOOktn.
into his eyes with bashful tenderness
which, am sorry 10 say, was not altogethe
Inconsistent with the Jiltonian theories.
| That one look seemed rife with
GOOD DEAL OF MEANING.
Nay, il told all IL meant. Am ! SoOlhsaye
enough to tell exactly what il sald' trov
mot.
After dinner. everybody was promptly u
This place by Mr.. MoultOn wiping his mus
tache a. If he had just dined, and dined well
Mr.. Tilton did not return until quite late
HUT Mr.. BeeCheT and his phalanN of friend
were at their posts several moments befor
Mr., Madison. the clerk, shouted for Franz
ID. MOultOn.'
| The afternoons session began with mer
identification of the long and melancholy let
| ter in which Mr.. Beecher depicted the hon
| rors of his situation. As Mr.. Fullerton rea
I il i'm weirdIy solemn tones, phrasing il dc
, libpratcly, uttering II slowly, and tOlling n
| funeral sentences abroad like the llngerin
p | echoes of a death-bell, great silence occu
, | pied the court.
. Tilton looked into Moulton's eyes as Flu
4 | lcrton pealed out that fateful letter. an
/ | MoultOn fixed his own with kindly smt
!. Mrs Moultou kept on biting her fingers
and grew paler and paler as the counsel II
| peated. in Beecher's own tones, Beecher
| description OF his awful SUiieringS and th
| terrible strain upon his nervous system.
1 Mrs. Beecher glared as usual at the reade
% But Mr.. Beecher'S was the face 10 stud!
, | When Mr. Fullerton reached the paragraph
| in which he spoke OF his difficulties at hom'
, | his sleepless nights, his Sunday exhaustion
:, | and
II 1.-THE ToRTCRES OF THE DAMNED
Mr.. BeecheT'S right hand invOluntaril
. | clinChed the back of his head. as fl To dead-
: some torture writing in his brain N
a | mouth opened without making . ~
n eyes contracted. and his lips gI~ i DOiH'I r. q
- | haps that dreadful picture 49,, uIS !,
Q own master-hand, aud ,xbihItad ~, ,1 ~ u u
;, preciatiye senius hp Judge Fullerton NJ i1
# manner Scarcely less appalling, plagued hi
: | with Its reSuScItated horrors almost a. mn,
|; ] as they did originally. Hereally shr1lnk i'm
e his clothes, and, whatever the cause wa
Y | Writhed in his chair
81 The new dinner glove, lately intrnduc,
Tor dinner parties, is made of soft fIeNibI
Y | unglaZed kid, fastened with one button .
n the wrist
. IMMENSE REDUCTION,