The Tombstone epitaph., 1882-01-23
SATAN'S GUEST.
He Plays His Last Trump Be-
 fore an Indignant Nation,
And Breaks Down With a Ra-
 tiOnal Sob of RemOrse.
The Slayer of Garfield Adjusting His
 Neck to Disgrace Hemp.

WASHINGTON, Jan. 2l.--Upon en- tering the courtroom this morning Guiteau took a seat in the witness box, remarking as he laid out his paper: "I sit down because I can speak better, not that I am afraid of being shot. This shooting business is getting played out"
 At an intimation from Judge Cox the prisoner carefully arranged his glasses and with a flourish began to read from his manuscript. After reading the introduction, winch con. sumed several minutes, Guiteau took up a newspaper and proceeded to read to the jury his published speech. His manner to the casual observer seemed completely self-possessed, as usual; but behind the ostentatio affection of composure of feelings which were only held in control through undoubted strength of will, hls excitement was betrayed by slight hectic spot high up on each cheek of his usually nolorless face, and by the unusual deliberation with which he began and for some five minutes continued to speak. Whether the excitement was from the merely superficial effect upon his mind of the emotions naturally incident to such an occasion, or whether it pro- ceeded from the despair and more overpoweringI influence of the true realization of h,s position as an almost convicted murderer pleading for his life, it were difficult to divine. Whatever the original character of the feeling, it finally gained ascend ency ever his powers of control, and, as he reached that part of the speech which begins, "I have always served the Lord, and whether l live or die" broke down completely, stopped, tried to choke down the rising lump in his throat, but found it impossible to keep back genuine sob. He took out his handkerchief, and buried his face in it few seconds, wiped his eyes, and with determined effort started again. He seemed to recover hls composure so quickly that some believed the whole effort was manu- factured. Mrs. Scoville, his sister, however, thought otherwise. She was deeply affected and wept bit terly for some time. After this incl dent Guiteau continued to read, occa- sionaily adding brief comments upon the text. As he proceeded all appear ance of nervousness gradually wore off, and with the utmost composure and an junction that bordered upon the ludicrous the prisoner read on with attempts at every conceivable form of ora,orical, rhetorical and dramatic effect. His description of the taking off of the President was gwen with stirring effect. At one time, pausing, he leaned toward the jury and, emphasizing with his head and hands, said, with an attempt at great solemnity, "I tell you, gentle. men, just as sure as there is a God in Heaven, if you harm hair of my head this nation will go down in blood. You can put my body in the grave, but there will be a day of reckoning"
 In the most natural manner imag- inable, Guitean exclaimed again that tho reson he did not take Gar field away two weeks before he did was because he had no authority by authority to remove MT. Garfield. "When the time did come," he said in an airy tone, 'I removed him gently and gracefully. The jury may put my body in the ground, but my soul will go marching on. The slave holders put John Browns body in the ground, but his soul goes marching on." Then he chanted most weirdly one stanza of "John Browns Body" closing with "Glory, glory, Hallelujah l"
 Guiteau concluded at 11:25, and upon an announcement by Corkhill that Judge Porter would be unable to speak to day, the court adjourned till Monday.