The benches at the right of the dock, and nearer to the bench, reserved for the Attorney-General and his retainers, were vacant.

The Sheriff and his white stick occupied their box, and the galleries to the right and left were crowded with jurymen--those who "had done their business," and those who were eager for employment to do more.

The bench of the judges held two empty chairs.

And police officers and other mercenaries, dotted thickly over the court, "concluded and set off the arrangements." An old man, low of stature, and stooped, passed through a side door, and walked slowly and decrepidly into the benches of the prisoner's counsel.
Whispers, and then applause from the galleries, were heard and passed by him unheeded.

Quietly and unostentatiously he moved to his seat--the junior advocates, and all the Confederates in the body of the court, rising and bowing to him in silence.