New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1883-05-06
BR4DT'S DOOM.
IRON The London Telegraph.

IRON The London Telegraph.
There was a rustle and movement in court nc tho
iury rose from their seats, and retired 10 consider
their verdict. Joe Brady was merClfully taken
away from the gaze OF the crowded court 10 the
downstairs apartment reserved for prisoners aud
the anxious and eager expectation OF all who wit
messed this last terrible scene could not prevent
the half-hour interval while the jury were absent
from being devoted 80 n hum and buzz of converse
ton throughout the court The judge had retreatcd
to his own private room behind the bench directly
at the conclusion of his charge. The jury went ont
at eleven minutes past 3, and then long and
weary time OF expectation. lie Crown counsel
were sitting anxicusly waiting in their places as
the minutes rolled on and still the Jurors came not
Could they have disagreed Was there belief
in Miss Meaghcr's complete bona hdeS among the
occupants OF the bOxf But all such suTmlses
proved TO be falacious. From the door at the back
of the gallery the foreman of the jury was seen
descending, followed by his colleagues, to take his
Mace in the accustomed seat. Without a moments
DELAY the Judge was summoned and the prisoner also
was brought up from below lie may have known
from the fact of the jury having returned that he
was doomed man; yet he braccd himself mp
boldly TO meet the sentence, and stood there, with
head erect facing the court II he, nj least, would
never say die. Very slowly the jury passed into
their box, looking every one of them, pale and bur
dened with the weight Of the awful responsibility
resting upon them As their names were being
called over. Joe Brady took several long breaths
and threw his head mp and his chest ont, but that
he too felt the moment an awful crisis was appar-
ent from his restless shifting Of position and the
constant twitching of his face Then came tho
solemn words Are you agreed upon your YER
dictf Do you find the prisoner, Joseph Brady,
guilty or not guiltyp In scarcely audible voice
the foreman said the word "Guilty" and the
Clerk of the Crown repeated it once moro to make
Joe Brady was not overcome by the verdict Tho
emotion he felt be managed 10 conceal rs far
possible for any murderer just convicted TO do. He
fell back on that tremendous reserve Of strength Of
will resolution Of purpose and stubborn pride and
hatred which evidently belong 10 him. Ii is TO be
regretted that DR. Webb chose to keep the unhappy
wretch in his misery longer than was necessary By
the protractcd legal argument on the Jurisdiction OF
the Court which he interpolated AT this moment.
Suffice it that the judge quickly decided that his
objections were groundless, and directed the clerk
TO ask the usual formal question OF the prisoner
whether he had any reason to allege why sentence
Of death should not be passed upon him. Joe
Brady's reply was Characteristic OF the fcrOcious
nature Of the man. | am not guilty. he halt
Missed half shouted ont wth:a strong irish accent,
with voice husky with passion; d" am not guilty
of tho charge" he shouted again, and savagey de-
nOunccd what he called the "paid infOmers," who
had sworn falsely against him. | can iiken him TO
nothing so much a wild beast in his dem Then
he ceased. The Judge. leaning forward on his chair,
In a low, solemn voice proceeded TO say that the
verdict was necessary and just one; that the muir
ders bad been most cruel and most atrOciOus.
Once again the dauntless occupant Of the dock
shouted out that he was not guilty: but the Judge
rejoined in solemn tones that he felt II his duty TO
state that he perfectly concuued in the justice Of
the verdict. "You will follow your victims to the
tomb" he said and placing on his head the en-
blem Of doom, he formally amid profound silence,
pronounced the last dread sentence of the law. AS
the warders mOtOncd the convicted murderer to
withdraw. he gave kind of despairing gesture
with his head scOwled at the jury, and then, turn
ing to his counsel, said in voice OF assumed cheer
fulness: 81 thank you, DR.. Webb; thank you,
Mr.. Adams" moment more and the face which
must have been the last into which the eyes Of
Lord Frederick Cavendsn ever looked had disap-
pearcd down the steps and Judge jury, counsel and
court which had witnessed the conclusion of tho
first stage Of the Phoenix Park murder trials,