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When the Attorney-General ceased, a buzz arose in the court as if

a cloud of great blue-flies were swarming about the prisoner, in

anticipation of what he was soon to become. When toned down

again, the unimpeachable patriot appeared in the witness-box.

Mr. Solicitor-General then, following his leader's lead, examined

the patriot: John Barsad, gentleman, by name. The story of his

pure soul was exactly what Mr. Attorney-General had described it

to be--perhaps, if it had a fault, a little too exactly. Having

released his noble bosom of its burden, he would have modestly

withdrawn himself, but that the wigged gentleman with the papers

before him, sitting not far from Mr. Lorry, begged to ask him a

few questions. The wigged gentleman sitting opposite, still

looking at the ceiling of the court.