Her youth, the majesty of her beauty, and the pathos of her expressions, absolutely flooded the court with tears.

The judge wept, and hardened old barristers, with hearts like the nether millstone, were forced to put their handkerchiefs to their eyes; but as they felt that it might be detrimental to! their professional characters to be caught weeping, they shaded off the pathos under the hypocritical pretence of blowing their noses.

The sobs from the ladies in the gallery were loud and vehement, and Reilly himself was so deeply moved that he felt obliged to put his face upon his hands, as he bent over the bar, in order to conceal his emotion.

He received the ring with moist eyes, kissed it, and placed it in a small locket which he put in his bosom.
"Now," said the _Cooleen Bawn_, "I am ready to go." She was then conducted to the room to which we have alluded, where she met Mrs.Brown and Mrs.Hastings, both of whom she found in tears--for they had been in the gallery, and witnessed all that had happened.

They both embraced her tenderly, and attempted to console her as well as they could; but a weight like death, she said, pressed upon her heart, and she begged them not to distract her by their sympathy, kind and generous as she felt it to be, but to allow her to sit, and nurture her own thoughts until she could hear the verdict of the jury.