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had acted too bitterly,--the Revenge! period became much agitated, and as he soothed his maddened heart to he saw them about to quit the box, quietness, and again resumed his de- he intreated leave to address them,fence, and for a few minutes in a but on his counsel learning and comdoubly artificial serenity. The tone municating to the Judge what the in which he wished that he had died prisoner had to say, the Jury were in battle, reminded me of Kean's directed to proceed to the considerafarewell to the pomp of war in tion of their verdict. Othello-and the following conse- During their absence, Thurtell quence of such a death, was conversed unalarmed with persons grandly delivered by Thurtell as it beneath and around him: Hunt stood was possible to be! “ Then my fa- up in the deepest misery and weakther and my family, though they ness. Twenty minutes elapsed; and would have mourned my loss, would the return of the Jury was have blessed my name ; and shame nounced ! would not have rolled its burning fires Whilst way was making through over my memory!Such a per- the throng, Hunt leant over the dock, formance, for a studied performance and searched with an agonized eye for it assuredly was, has seldom been the faces of his dooms-men! As they, seen on the stage, and certainly never one by one, passed beneath him, he off. Thus to act in the very teeth of looked at their countenances with the death, demands a nerve, which not most hungry agony: he would have one man in a thousand ever possesses. devoured their verdict from their

When Hunt was now called upon very eyes ! Thurtell maintained his for his defence (Thurtell’s poor group steadiness. of five witnesses having been examin- The foreman delivered the verdict ed) his feeble voice and shrinking of " guilty” in tears, and in a tone manner were doubly apparent, from which seemed to say, “ we have felt the overwrought energy which his the defence—we have tried to find companion had manifested. He com- him innocent-but the evidence is too plained of his agitation and fatigue, true!"-respecting Thurtell, he utand requested that a paper which he tered with a subdued sigh

" He is held in his hand might be read for guilty!" him: and the clerk of the arraigns A legal objection was taken to the read it according to his request in a day of trial, but it failed. very feeling manner,

It was pru

Thurtell shook not to the last : dently and advisedly composed; but Hunt was broken down,--gone ! Mr. Harmer is no novice at murderers' when asked why sentence of death defences. Reliance was placed on should not be passed; the latter said the magistrates' promise, and cer- nothing, so sunk was he in grief; tainly Mr. Noel did not come bright, but Thurtell stood respectfully up, ly out of Hunt's statement.

inclining over the dock towards the When the paper was concluded, judge, requesting his merciful postHunt read a few words on a part of ponement of his death from the Probert's evidence, in a poor dejeet, Friday to Monday; not for himself, ed voice, and then leant his wretched but for his friends! Having pressed head upon his hand. He was evi- this on the judge in a calm yet imdently wasting away minute by mic pressive tone,-he stood silently waitnute. His neckcloth had got quite ing his doom. loose, and his neck looked gaunt and The judge had put on his black wretched.

hat-the hat of death, before this Mr. Justice Park summed up at appeal ; he heard it--and then gave great length, and Thurtell with an the signal to the crier ; who spoke untired spirit superintended the whole out to the breathless court, those explanation of the evidence; inter- formal yet awful words: Be silent rupting the Judge, respectfully but in the court, while sentence of death is firmly, when he apprehended' any passed upon the prisoners !” His own omission, or conceived any amend- voice being the only sound that broke ment capable of being made. The the silence. charge to the Jury occupied several The sentence was passed. The hours--and the Jury then requested prisoners were doomed. The world leave to withdraw. Hunt at this was no longer for them!

"Ilunt sobbed aloud in the wildness The trial, after all, I believe, has of his distress;

his faculties seemed left the public mind much dissatisthrown down. Thurtell, whose hours fied, and in doubt; and certainly the were numbered, bore his fate with an general opinion is, that Probert, unbroken spirit. While the very the worst and the most dastardly of directions for his body's dissection the gang, has improperly escaped. were being uttered, he consumed the That he merited death, who can pinch of snuff which had to that deny? That he knew all at Tetsall's, moment been pausing in his fingers ! who disbelieves ? I have already carHe then shook hands with a friend ried this letter to an unexampled under the dock, and desired to be re- length, but I cannot close it, without membered to others ! Almost imme- putting down the result of a very diately the sentence was passed, careful consideration of, and inquiry Wilson handcuffed both the prison- into, the matter. And seeing how ers: and in a few minutes they were unsatisfactorily the accounts and con removed.

fessions before and at the trial dove. I confess I myself was shaken. I tail with each other, I cannot resist was cold and sick. I looked with hazarding a supposition that the fol. tumultuous feelings at that desperate lowing may be nearer the truth of man, thus meeting death, as though it the particulars of this horrible trans were an ordinary circumstance of his action. life; and when he went through the dark door, he seemed to me gone to Thurtell, with a person resembling his fate. It struck me that death then Weare, in a gig drawn by a roan took him ! I never saw him more. horse, is seen by Wilson, the horse

There is the trial, as I saw it. You patrol, driving fást on the wrong side know that Thurtell on the drop met of the road, between the fifth and his death as he met his trial, without sixth mile-stone, about twenty mia a tremor.* His life had been one long nutes before seven. At a very little yice, but he had iron nerves and a before seven, Richard Bingham, the sullen low love of fame,—even black ostler of the White Lion, at Edge fame, which stimulated him to be a ware, sees him and his victim. Then hero, though but of the gallows. He about a mile further on, (nine miles had learned his defence by heart,t and from town) Clarke, the landlord of the often boasted of the effect it would inn, sees Thurtell pass with another have: To Peirce Egan, indeed, he in a gig, in which was also a parcel rehearsed it a month before he played or bag. The last time the murderer his part in public, and he thought and Weare are seen, is in Gill's-hillthat, with a gentlemanly dress and a lane, near Probert's cottage, by pathetic manner, it would bring him James Freeman. They were then through, or, at least, insure him a waiting, probably for the arrival of gloomy immortality. His ordinary Probert and Hunt, but the sight of discourse was slang and blasphemy; Freeman disturbed Thurtell, and he but he chained up his oaths in court. drove down the lane to the place The result of all this masquerading, where the crime was perpetrated. for a short time, has been public sor- - This was a little before eight row for his fate, and particularly o'clock. among women! The re-action is, It should seem that the hour aphowever, again coming round, and pointed for the murder, was eight although it is impossible not to ad- o'clock; all the circumstances conspire mire this man's courage and his intel- to prove it. This accounts for the lect; it is also as impossible not to rapid pace of Thurtell down the rejoice in the death of so much re- Edgeware road, he supposing himvenge, cruelty, and bloody power! self late ; and the waiting about of Hunt may yet be punished with a Probert, who thought himself beforepardon: How must he envy Thurtell hand. Thurtell passed Probert unnow, whose death is over!

awares in Edgeware. I know it to be a fact that Thurtell said about seven hours only before his exeeu. tion: “It is perhaps wrong in my situation, but I own I should like to read l'ierce Egan's account of the Great Fight yesterday," (meaning that between Spring and Lungan.) He had just inquired how it terminated.

+ I have no doubt this defence was written by Mr. C. Pearson.

The first time Probert and Hunt tion from Hunt's Cottage. They all are seen, after leaving London, is at listened and heard groans, but no the Red Lion at the Hyde about six shrieking or singing out. Mr. Smith o'clock, and Probert seems to have indeed heard voices as in contention wished to impress on the landlord's before the groans. The nurse also (Harding's) mind who he was, for now heard voices distinctly of two or he said, “ You forget me, my name three persons, though the groans had is Probert." Hunt next got down ceased! All then became still — And before Probert reached the Bald a gig was afterwards heard rattling Faced Stag, where the latter was fami- off. liarly known; here Probert told the The supposed track of the wheels, hostler to make haste as he had to take as described by Mrs. Smith, ran into up a Lady. They are next recognised the high road between Radlett and at the White Lion at Edgeware about Elstree. It is not impossible for a seven o'clock, to which place Clarke gig to have gone a considerable way had just returned, having seen Thure towards Elstree, then to have turned tell. The horse of Probert, which is and taken a circuit by Aldenham a very fine one, and capable of going Common, and so turning again to the eleven or twelve miles an hour with left round the Red Lion at Elstree, ease, was quite cool and fresh. This to have reached the Artichoke with both Clarke and Bingham well re- the appearance of coming from Lonmember. Probert and Hunt drank don. brandy and water here in the gig, and Of course the party would only be Hunt then jumped out and proposed seen at Elstree once,-it was possi. a second glass each, to which Pro- ble therefore for a gig to have gone hert consented, saying “ I don't care, to Gill's-hill-lane through Stanmore, but damn it, make huste !Hunt over Stanmore Common, Calldecott here looked up at the clock as though Hill, by Hill Field Lodge, and so on to mark the time: at this period to Battler’s Green. Probert was not Clarke is sure that it was not later seen at Elstree until nearly twenty mithan a quarter past seven. The nutes after eight. The return must have White Lion is three miles only from been rapid, and the appearance of the the Artichoke at Elstree. And it horse, who was cool at Edgeware was nearly twenty minutes after eight and could trot ten or eleven miles an when Probert and Hunt arrived there hour easily, bears it out. In conProbert's fine horse very much distressed firmation of the supposed route by and buthed in sweat. Thus one hour Aldenham Common back to Elstree, is consumed in going the three miles! a poor woman of the name of Mary And the horse experiences such dis- Hale, says she heard a gig " tearing tress in travelling them! How is by," in front of her cottage, the horse this to be accounted for? Let me apparently galloping. This she says try to explain it:- And now I must was between eight and nine. come to the place of murder.

From this statement I should say About five minutes before the report all three were at Gill's-hill-lane on of the pistol in the lane, a gig was the fatal night and at the fatal hour heard by some cottagers, of the name of eight o'clock. The confessions of Hunt, passing rapidly by their rendered all attempts at proving an house towards Gill's-hill-lane. Other alibi needless; although this seems cottagers, named, Clarke and Broug- to have been the object in view. hall, who live on the straight road, beyond the turning into Gill's-hill- You must by this time be as tired lane, heard no gig pass, so it must of the Murderers as I am, and I have gone into the lane. About five therefore abruptly close here, praying minutes after this gig was heard to that it may be long before the Enggo by, Mr. Smith, the farmer, his lish character is again cursed with wife and nurse, who were about three such blights upon it as Thurtell, Prohundred yards from the spot in an- bert and Hunt ! other lane, heard the pistol ; and

Yours truly, Smith himself had indeed heard the

EDWARD HERBERT, wheels of a gig coming in the direc




The morning came, and with its footsteps broke

The gentle slumber that my senses blended ; I left my peaceful dwelling when I woke,

And with fresh soul the neighbouring hill ascended. I joy'a, for all I saw of pleasure spoke;

The opening flowers from which bright dew depended, And the young laughing day that rose in gladness, And drove from me and all things gloom and sadness. And as I went above the watery glade,

I saw in wavering streaks a mist exhale: It thicken'd and approach'd, as to o'ershade

Me with its wings; above my head they sail. All sight of the fair prospect they forbade,

And o'er my path was spread a darksome veil. Clouds soon involved me, thickening as they crowded, And in dim twilight I was quickly shrouded. Suddenly seem'd the sun to pierce it through,

And in the dark I saw a growing light; Here the descending mists awhile withdrew,

And there ascending rolld o'er wood and height. How hoped I soon returning light to view,

Light after darkness doubly dear to sight. The aërial strife I witness'd was not o'er When glory circled me--I saw no more. And as I strove to look, within my heart

I felt a bolder impulse soon return: But momentary glances I could dart,

For all around appear’d to glow and burn.
But as the rolling clouds their folds dispart,

A heavenly maid my aching eyes discern:
In all my life ne'er saw I form more fair ;
She gazed on me while floating yet on air.
“ Know'st thou me not?" she utter'd in a tone

That seem'd the very voice of love and truth“ Know'st thou not me, who pour’d so oft alone

Into thy wounds the purest balm of ruth? -
Thou know'st me well, for thou hast been mine own

By bonds eternal since thy striving youth !
Did I not see thee with thy hot heart's tears
Yearn after me from thy first boyish years?"
“ Oh yes (I cried), thou art indeed the same!”

And sank to earth; “ Long, long, I thee have sought!
Thou gavest rest, when through my youthful frame,

Fierce, reckless passion ran, and madly wrought. 'Twas thou that with thy heavenly plumage came

At burning noon to cool my brow, and taught My heart for earth’s best-gifts thy name to bless ;: Thou, only source of all my happiness !

I name thee not, although full oft I hear

Thee named, and each presumes to call theė his. Each eye believes thou dost to it appear,

Though each must shrink from splendour such as this. The while I err'd companions aye were near;

But now I know thee I'm alone: my bliss
By myself only I must think and feel,
And thy sweet light from other eyes conceal."
She smiled, she spoke, “ Thou see'st to thee how meet

It was but little to unveil ; for still
Thou'rt scarce secure from the most gross deceit,

And scarce art master of thy infant will :
Yet hold'st thyself above thy kind complete,

Neglecting thus man's duty to fulfil.
In what dost thou then differ so from others!
First know thyself, and live with men as brothers !”
“ Pardon! (I cried) if I not understood.

Shall then my eyes be vainly oped from birth ?
A joyful purpose lives within my blogd ;

Of all thy precious gifts I know the worth.
The boon I nourish but for other's good:

I will not hide my talent in the earth!
Why sought I so the way from others hidden,
If to point out that way it were forbidden ?
While thus I spoke, that heavenly maid, and high,

Cast a look on me that excused and pitied;
I could not choose but read within her eye

What I had rightly done and what omitted. She smild—I gained new confidence thereby,

And a fresh gladness through my spirit flitted ; So that I could with inward strength and lightness Draw near and gaze upon her glowing brightness. Into the streaky mists she stretch'd her hand,

The lightsome clouds and wavering vapours near. She took them:-as obedient to command

The clouds are gone, the vapours disappear,
My eyes again could wander o'er the land;

I look'd to heaven, and it was bright and clear :
And in her hand the purest veil I noted,
While in a thousand swelling folds it floated.
“ I know thee, and I know wherein thou’rt weak;

I know the good that burns in thee so strong."
She said, I heard her everlasting speak.

Accept a gift I destined for thee long ! He who obtains it has no more to seek,

If to him also a calm soul belong :
Of beams 'tis wove, and dews of morning sky-
From Truth's own hand the veil of poesy.
« And when thou feel'st the heat of sultry noon,

Thou or thy friends, this veil above thee spread;
The grateful breath of eve shall cool thee soon,

And flowers and spices round their odours shed.
All woes shall yield to this celestial boon,

The grave itself shall be a downy bed!
The ills of life it will destroy or lighten,
Make the day lovely, and dark inidnight brighten!”

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