GODFREY. No. His pride, Now his strong lion will has curbed the jackals-- Those appetites and vanities of self That mark the coxcomb rare wherever seen-- Is all made up of generous sentiments, The father's, citizen's, and patriot's pride.
GODFREY. An art we learn Of reading men when we have few books to read.
_Enter two_ OFFICERS OF THE COURT, _attending the twelve_ JURYMEN, _who take their seats. A crowd follows._ PROFESSOR OLNEY _trying to press through the crowd: young_ HENRY BOLTON _makes room for him_.
YOUNG BOLTON. Stand here, Professor Olney--take this place; Here you will not be crowded. Ah! your cough Is troublesome to-day. Pray, take this seat; You'll see as well, and be much more at ease.
PROFESSOR OLNEY (_taking the seat_). Thank you! thank you! This is kind, indeed. I am not well to-day, but could not lose This chance of listening to your father's voice. His eloquence is classic in its style; Not brilliant with explosive coruscations Of heterogeneous thoughts at random caught, And scattered like a shower of shooting stars That end in darkness--no; Judge Bolton's mind Is clear, and full, and stately, and serene. His earnest and undazzled eye he keeps Fixed on the sun of Truth, and breathes his speech As easy as an eagle cleaves the air, And never pauses till the height is won. And all who listen follow where he leads.
YOUNG BOLTON. I hope you will be gratified. Are all-- All well at home?
PROFESSOR OLNEY _(smiling)_. I should not else be out. And Isabelle will hear the recitations.
YOUNG BOLTON _(aside)_. I'll go, and see, and help her. Not to conquer As Cæsar boasted--she has conquered me. I'll go and yield myself her captive. [_Exit_ YOUNG BOLTON.
CLERK OF THE COURT. Gentlemen of the jury, are you ready To give the verdict now?
CLERK OF THE COURT. Prisoner, stand up and look upon the jury. Jury, if and up and look upon the prisoner. The man you now behold has had his trial Before you for a crime. What is the verdict? Is he, the prisoner, guilty or not guilty?
FOREMAN _(reading the verdict)._ Guilty of murder in the second degree.
[_A deep silence, broken only by the sobs of prisoner's wife and sister. Prisoner sinks down on his seat_. CLERK OF THE COURT _records the sentence_.