in his following of the evidence. He had now to attend

while Mr. Stryver fitted the prisoner’s case on the jury, like a

compact suit of clothes; showing them how the patriot, Barsad,

was a hired spy and traitor, an unblushing trafficker in blood, and

one of the greatest scoundrels upon earth since accursed Judas

which he certainly did look rather like. How the virtuous servant,

Cly, was his friend and partner, and was worthy to be; how, the

watchful eyes of those forgers and false swearers had rested on the

prisoner as a victim, because some family affairs in France, he

being of French extraction, did require him making those

passages across the Channelthough what those affairs were, a

consideration for others who were near and dear to him, forbade

him, even for his life, to disclose. How the evidence that had been

warped and wrested from the young lady, whose anguish in giving

it they had witnessed, came to nothing, involving the mere little

innocent gallantries and politeness likely to pass between any

young gentleman and young lady so thrown together;with the

exception of that reference to George Washington, which was

altogether too extravagant and impossible to be regarded in any

other light than as a monstrous joke. How it would be a weakness

in the government to break down in this attempt to practise for

popularity on the low