And place this simple, unaffected verse,
With moisten'd eye upon his plumed hearse:--

"If all that virtue, all that fame holds dear,
Deserve a tribute--stop and pay it _here!_"

J.E.S.

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THE SKETCH BOOK.

No. XLV.

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BEHIND THE SCENES; OR, A BREAKFAST IN NEWGATE.


Returning from the country, I found myself in the Old Bailey, shortly
after seven in the morning. I had some difficulty in making my way through
the crowd there assembled, which I instantly perceived, from the platform
erected in front of Newgate, had been brought together to witness one of
those mournful exhibitions which the administration of criminal justice so
frequently furnishes in this immense metropolis.

My first impulse was to retreat with all possible expedition, but the