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The first thing that struck me in the after-dinner trials was the extreme rapidity with which the proceedings were conducted. As judges and counsel were exhilarated, the business was proportionately accelerated. But of all the men I had the pleasure of meeting on these occasions, the one who gave me the best idea of rapidity in an after-dinner case was Mirehouse.
Let me ill.u.s.trate it by a trial which I heard. Jones was the name of the prisoner. His offence was that of picking pockets, entailing, of course, a punishment corresponding in severity with the barbarity of the times. It was not a plea of "Guilty," when perhaps a little more inquiry might have been necessary; it was a case in which the prisoner solemnly declared he was "Not Guilty," and therefore had a right to be tried.
The accused having "held up his hand," and the jury having solemnly sworn to hearken to the evidence, and "to well and truly try, and true deliverance make," etc., the witness for the prosecution climbs into the box, which was like a pulpit, and before he has time to look round and see where the voice comes from, he is examined as follows by the prosecuting counsel:--
"I think you were walking up Ludgate Hill on Thursday, 25th, about half-past two in the afternoon, and suddenly felt a tug at your pocket and missed your handkerchief, which the constable now produces. Is that it?"
"Yes, sir."
"I suppose you have nothing to ask him?" says the judge. "Next witness."
Constable stands up.
"Were you following the prosecutor on the occasion when he was robbed on Ludgate Hill? and did you see the prisoner put his hand into the prosecutor's pocket and take this handkerchief out of it?"
"Yes, sir."
Judge to prisoner: "Nothing to say, I suppose?" Then to the jury: "Gentlemen, I suppose you have no doubt? I have none."
Jury: "Guilty, my lord," as though to oblige his lords.h.i.+p.
Judge to prisoner: "Jones, we have met before--we shall not meet again for some time--seven years' transportation. Next case."
Time: two minutes fifty-three seconds.
Perhaps this case was a high example of expedition, because it was not always that a learned counsel could put his questions so neatly; but it may be taken that these after-dinner trials did not occupy on the average more than _four minutes_ each.
CHAPTER V.
MR. JUSTICE MAULE.
Of course, in those days there were judges of the utmost strictness as there are now, who insisted that the rules of evidence should be rigidly adhered to. I may mention, one, whose abilities were of a remarkable order, and whose memory is still fresh in the minds of many of my contemporaries--I mean Mr. Justice Maule. His asthmatic cough was the most interesting and amusing cough I ever heard, especially when he was saying anything more than usually humorous, which was not infrequently. He was a man of great wit, sound sense, and a curious humour such as I never heard in any other man. He possessed, too, a particularly keen apprehension. To those who had any real ability he was the most pleasant of Judges, but he had little love for mediocrities. No man ever was endowed with a greater abhorrence of hypocrisy. I learnt a great deal in watching him and noting his observations. One day a very sad case was being tried. It was that of a man for killing an infant, and it was proposed by the prosecution to call as a witness a little brother of the murdered child.
The boy's capacity to give evidence, however, was somewhat doubted by the counsel for the Crown, John Clark, and it did honour to his sense of fairness. Having asked the little boy a question or two as to the meaning of an oath, he said he had some doubt as to whether the witness should be admitted to give evidence, as he did not seem to understand the nature of an oath, and the boy was otherwise deficient in religious knowledge.
He was asked the usual sensible questions which St. Thomas Aquinas himself would have been puzzled to answer; and being a mere child of seven--or at most eight--years of age, without any kind of education, was unable to state what the exact nature of an oath was.
Having failed in this, he was next asked what, when they died, became of people who told lies.
"If he knows that, it's a good deal more than I do," said Maule.
"Attend to me," said the Crown counsel. "Do you know that it's wicked to tell lies?"
"Yes, sir," the boy answered.
"I don't think," said the counsel for the prosecution, "it would be safe to swear him, my lord; he does not seem to know anything about religion at all.--You can stand down."
"Stop a minute, my boy," says Maule; "let me ask you a question or two. You have been asked about a future state--at least I presume that was at the bottom of the gentleman's question. I should like to know what you have been taught to believe. What will become of _you_, my little boy, when you die, if you are so wicked as to tell a lie?"
"_h.e.l.l fire_," answered the boy with great prompt.i.tude and boldness.
"Right," said Maule. "Now let us go a little further. Do you mean to say, boy, that you would go to h.e.l.l fire for telling _any_ lie?"
"_h.e.l.l fire_, sir," said the boy emphatically, as though it were something to look forward to rather than shun.
"Take time, my boy," said Maule; "don't answer hurriedly; think it over. Suppose, now, you were accused of stealing an apple; how would that be in the next world, think you?"
"_h.e.l.l fire_, my lord!"
"Very good indeed. Now let us suppose that you were disobedient to your parents, or to one of them; what would happen in that case?"
"_h.e.l.l fire_, my lord!"
"Exactly; very good indeed. Now let me take another instance, and suppose that you were sent for the milk in the morning, and took _just a little sip_ while you were carrying it home; how would that be as regards your future state?"
"_h.e.l.l fire_!" repeated the boy.
Upon this Clark suggested that the lad's absolute ignorance of the nature of an oath and Divine things rendered it imprudent to call him.
"I don't know about that," said Maule; "he seems to me to be very sound, and most divines will tell you he is right."
"He does not seem to be competent," said the counsel.
"I beg your pardon," returned the judge, "I think he is a very good little boy. He thinks that for every wilful fault he will go to h.e.l.l fire; and he is very likely while he believes that doctrine to be most strict in his observance of truth. If you and I believed that such would be the penalty for every act of misconduct we committed, we should be better men than we are. Let the boy be sworn."
On one occasion, before Maule, I had to defend a man for murder. It was a terribly difficult case, because there was no defence except the usual one of insanity.
The court adjourned for lunch, and Woollet (who was my junior) and I went to consultation. I was oppressed with the difficulty of my task, and asked Woollet what he thought I could do.
"Oh," said he in his sanguine way, "make a h.e.l.l of a speech. You'll pull him through all right. Let 'em have it."
"I'll give them as much burning eloquence as I can manage," said I, in my youthful ardour; "but what's the use of words against facts? We must really stand by the defence of insanity; it is all that's left."
"Call the clergyman," said Woollet; "he'll help us all he can."
With that resolution we returned to court. I made my speech for the defence, following Woollet's advice as nearly as practicable, and really blazed away. I think the jury believed there was a good deal in what I said, for they seemed a very discerning body and a good deal inclined to logic, especially as there was a mixture of pa.s.sion in it.
We then called the clergyman of the village where the prisoner lived.
He said he had been Vicar for thirty-four years, and that up to very recently, a few days before the murder, the prisoner had been a regular attendant at his church. He was a married man with a wife and two little children, one seven and the other nine.
"Did the wife attend your ministrations, too?" asked Maule.
"Not so regularly. Suddenly," continued the Vicar, after suppressing his emotion, "without any apparent cause, the man became _a Sabbath-breaker_, and absented himself from church."