_Mr. H_. My lord and gentlemen of the Jury, the prisoner's mingled
levity and bitterness leaves me little to answer to. I can only say,
gentlemen of the Jury, that I am convinced that you will do your duty. As
to the evidence, I need make no lengthened comments on it, because I am
sure his lordship will save me the trouble. (_Aside_: Trust him!) It is
his habit--his laudable habit--to lead juries through the intricacies
which beset unprofessional minds in dealing with evidence. For the rest,
there is little need to point out the weight of the irrefragible
testimony of the sergeant and constable,--men trained to bring forward
those portions of the facts which come under their notice which _are_
weighty. I will not insult you, my lord, by pointing out to intelligent
gentlemen in your presence how the evidence of the distinguished and
illustrious personages so vexatiously called by the prisoner, so far from
shaking the official evidence, really confirms it. (_Aside_: I wonder
what all that row is about? I wish I were out of this and at home.)
Gentlemen of the Jury, I repeat that I expect you to do your duty and
defend yourselves from the bloodthirsty designs of the dangerous
revolutionist now before you. (_Aside_: Well, now I'm off, and the
sooner the better; there's a row on somewhere.) [_Exit_.

_J. N_. Gentlemen of the Jury, I need not expatiate to you on the
importance of the case before you. There are two charges brought against
the prisoner, but one so transcends the other in importance--nay, I may
say swallows it up--that I imagine your attention will be almost wholly
fixed on that--the charge of conspiring and inciting to riot. Besides,
on the lesser charge the evidence is so simple and crystal-clear that I
need but allude to it. I will only remark on the law of the case, that
committing an obstruction is a peculiar offence, since it is committed by
everyone who, being in a public thoroughfare, does not walk briskly
through the streets from his starting-place to his goal. There is no