sight, I rush from my seat, and enter
the hall of council; my colleagues follow me; in vain they persuade me
to resume my seat; 'No!' exclaimed I, 'I will not consent to see that
wretch admitted to give evidence in a court of justice in the city which
he has filled with murders; in the palace, on the steps of which he has
murdered the unfortunate Bourillon. I cannot admit that he should kill
his victims by his testimonies no more than by his poignards. He an
accuser! he a witness! No, never will I consent to see this monster
rise, in the presence of magistrates, to take a sacrilegious oath, his
hand still reeking with blood.' These words were repeated out of doors;
the witness trembled; the factious also trembled; the factious who
guided the tongue of Truphemy as they had directed his arm, who dictated
calumny after they had taught him murder. These words penetrated the
dungeons of the condemned, and inspired hope; they gave another
courageous advocate the resolution to espouse the cause of the
persecuted; he carried the prayers of innocence and misery to the foot
of the throne; there he asked if the evidence of a Truphemy was not
sufficient to annul a sentence. The king granted a full and free
pardon."

_Perjury in the case of General Gilly, &c._

This catholic system of subornation and perjury was carried to such an
infamous degree, that twenty-six witnesses were found to sign and swear,
that on the 3d of April, 1815, general Gilly, with his own hand and
_before their eyes_, took down the white flag at Nismes; though it was
proved that at the time when the tri-coloured flag was raised in its
room, the general was fifteen leagues from Nismes, and that he did not
arrive there till _three_ days after that event. Before tribunals thus
constructed, even innocence had not the least chance for protection.
General Gilly knew better than to appear before them, and was condemned
to death for contempt of court. But when he left Nismes, he thought
either of passing into a foreign country, or of joining the army of the
Loire; and it was long supposed that he had actually escaped. As it was
impossible to gain any point, or find any security, his only hope was in
concealment, and a friend found him an asylum in the cottage of a
peasant; but that peasant was a protestant, and the general was a
catholic: however, he did not hesitate; he confided in this poor man's
honour. This cottage was in the canton of Anduze; the name of its