t the
printed depositions only extended over 164 folio pages, or much
less than those in the Bank case, in which as many as 108 witnesses
gave evidence before the Lord Mayor, and the preliminary
examinations--twenty-three in number from first to last--lasted
from the first of March until the 2d of July, exclusive of the time
spent in remands."

From the London Times, Aug. 10, 1873:

"On the opening of the August sessions of the Old Bailey Central
Criminal Court. The court and streets were much crowded from the
beginning, and continued so throughout the day. Alderman Sir Robert
Carden, representing the Lord Mayor; Mr. Alderman Finis, Mr.
Alderman Besley, Mr. Alderman Lawrence, M.P., Mr. Alderman Whetham
and Mr. Alderman Ellis, as commissioners of the Court, occupied
seats upon the bench, as did also Alderman Sheriff White.

"Sheriff Sir Frederick Perkins, Mr. Under-Sheriff Hewitt and Mr.
Under-Sheriff Crosley, Mr. R. B. Green, Mr. R. W. Crawford, M.P.,
Governor of the Bank. Mr. Lyall, Deputy Governor, and Mr. Alfred de
Rothschild were present. The members of the bar mustered in force,
and the reserved seats were chiefly occupied by ladies. Mr.
Hardinge Gifford, Q.C. (now Lord Chancellor of the British Empire),
and Mr. Watkin Williams, Q.C. (instructed by Messrs. Freshfield,
the solicitors of the bank), appeared as counsel for the
prosecution."

For eight mortal days the final trial dragged on, and there we were
pilloried in that horrible dock--a spectacle for the staring throngs
that flocked to see the young Americans who had found a pregnable spot
in the impregnable Bank of England.

The misery of those eight days! No language can describe it, nor would I
undergo it again for the wealth of the world.

The court was filled with fashionables, ladies as well, who flocked to
stare at misery, while the corridors of the Old Bailey and the street
itself were packed with thousands eager to catch a glimpse of us. The
Judge, in scarlet, sat in solemn state, with members of the nobility or
gouty Aldermen in gold chains and robes on the bench beside him. The
body of the court was filled with bewigged lawyers--a tippling lot of
sharks and rogues, always after lunch half tipsy with the punch or dry
sherry which English lawyers drink, jesting and cracking jokes,
unmindful of the fate of their clients. Capt. Curtin and a