A rush was made on the dock, and the foremost ranks sprung from the galleries, with out-stretched arms to vow with him too.

The judges rushed in terror from the benches--the turnkeys seized the hero, and in a scene of wild confusion he half walked, and was half forced through the low, dark door-way in the rear, waving his hand in a quiet farewell.

The bolts grated, the gate slammed, and he was seen no more.
Men stood in affright, and looked in each others' faces wonderingly.
They had seen a Roman sacrifice in this modern world, and they were mute.
An hour elapsed--the excited crowd had passed away; and the partisan judges, nervous and ill at ease, ventured upon the bench again.
They were seated, and seemed to be settling down to get through "business" as well as they could, when Mr.Holmes, whose defence of Mr.
Mitchel had been so offensive to them, rose.

"My lords," he said, "I think I had a perfect right to use the language I did yesterday.

I wish now to state that what I said yesterday as an advocate, I adopt to-day, as my own opinion.