ight, in
conversation, have attributed the loss of his foot to the influence
of the prisoner; but he could not remember that he had ever said that
Macdermot should pay for it with his life. In answering the different
questions put to him, he hesitated and blundered so much--stammered
so often, and spoke so low, that every one in court was convinced
that he was perjuring himself; but still he persisted in denying
everything. The only good effect Mr. O'Malley could get from his
evidence was, that the master frequently contradicted what had been
said by the servant. But then Brady had shown so much confidence and
self-assurance in his replies, and Keegan so much hesitation and
confusion, that it was much more probable that the jury would believe
the former, than the latter; and if so, Keegan's contradicting the
statements made by Brady, would not serve to invalidate the material
evidence given by that man.

When Mr. Keegan came down from the chair, the court broke up for the
night, and the jury were informed that the sheriff would afford them
all the accommodation in his power;--and with long faces they were
marched away to durance vile.

The court, which, during the trial, had been so densely crowded,
again became desolate and silent. Baron Hamilton, with his brother
Kilpatrick, retired to their dinner, which they had well earned;
and the coffee-rooms at the hotels again became crammed with
hungry guests, clamorous for food; and the evening was passed in
speculations as to what would be the verdict in the case to which
they had all been listening.

In the barristers' mess-room all the feuds of the day were forgotten,
and a most jovial party was assembled. As each bottle of claret
succeeded the other, fresh anecdotes were told, and innumerable puns
were made. Mr. Allewinde was quite great; his forensic dignity was
all laid aside, and he chatted to the juniors with most condescending
familiarity.

Mr. O'Laugher became the originator of incessant peals of laughter;
all that had taken place during the day he turned into food for
merriment; not for one moment did he hold his tongue, nor once did
he say a foolish thing. He was the pet of the barroom. The Connaught
bar was famous for Mr. O'Laugher; and they knew it, and were proud of
him.

Of all of them assembled there but one seemed to have any memory of
the sadness of the scene that they had that day witnessed. How should
they? Or rather how miserable would be a barri