The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1879-02-19

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oa 81 laaghteE.
Then EithOat besEoVing 6si much
an illusion on iopt BE turned
EshOrtonth theperjufs5 SIsn6ss oiHop
ikinsstore their testinil y into 0asolaa
aud hurled in their faces such terri.
kble inyectiYes that all trembled as
Wilh ague ana tvoof them ACTUALLY
Flea aIS1layed fFoms court house
Scisement Of the crowd Vas
becomin tremendous Their life
land soul seemed TO hang burn
ling tongue Of The stranger. He in
apiTsd ihsm with the powers Of his
oNn malicious feelings tia seemed
ITO haYetstolen NATURES long hidden
secret Of attracting. Hewas thesun
to the sea Of thought and emotion
which rose and fell, Or boiled in bill
lows as he choose. But the greatest
triumph was tocome
Hise sbegan toglare fuftiyelyat
the.assassin Hopkins; and his lean
taper fingers slowly assumed the
same direction. He hemmed the
wretch with a circumvallatiol Of
strongeyidence and dimpregnable ar
|gument cutting off all hopes Of es;
cape. He piled up huge bastions Of
insurmountable facts. He dug be-
meath the murderer's and slanderer's
feet, bitches and dilemmas, such as
no sophistry could eyade; andhaying
thus, as one might say, impounded
his victim, andHgirt him about like
a scorpion in a circle OF lire, ne strip
ped himself to the work Of massacre.
Oil then it was a vision both
| glorious and dreadful to behold the
orator. His actions before graceful
asthe wave Of golden willow inthe
breeze, grew impetuous as the mo.
tion Of the oak in the hurricane.
His voice became d trumpet with.
Iwhirlpools, deafening the ear with.
crashes Of power, and yet intermin-
| gled all the while, with a sweet un.
dersong Of the softest cadence. His
face was as red as a drunkard's-his
countenance looked haggard likethat
.of a maniac; and ever and anon, he
Iaung.hi long bony arms on high, as
/ Iifgrasping after thunderbolts. He
tdfewsG picture Of iidfder in such aps
palling colors thatin comparison hell
might.be considered beautiful. He
painted the slanderer SO black that
the sun seemed dark at monday,
when shining on such an accursed
monster, then he fixed both portraits
on the shrinking brow Of Hopkins
so that he nailed them there forever.
The agitation Of the audience nearly
amounted to madness.
All at once, he descended from his
perilous height. His voice walled
out for the murdered dead, the living
the beautiful Mary-more beauti-
full leyery moment, as her tears flow.
ed faster--till men wept and lovely
women sobbed like children.
He closed by strong exortation
to the jury, and through them to the
bystanders. He entreated the panel
after they should bring in their ver-
dictfor the plaintiff, not to offer vic.
lence to the defendant however rich
ly he might deserve it, in other
words, mot to lynch the villain,
Hopkins, but to leave his punish
ment to God" This was the most
artful trick Of all, and best calcula-
ted to insure vengeance.
The jury rendered a verdict Of IF.
ty thousand dollars; and the night
afterwards, Hopkins was taken off
his bed by lynchers and beaten al.
most to death.
| have listened 10 Clay, Webster,
and Calhoun-to Hewey, Tying, and
Bascom-but have never heard any
thing in the form of sublime words
even remotely approximating the ell
oquence Of John Taylor massive as
amonument- wildlyrushing as a cat
aract Of fire. And this is the opin-
ion Of all who ever heard that mar
vellous man.
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