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Before that unjust Tribunal, there was little or no order of

procedure, ensuring to any accused person any reasonable hearing.

There could have been no such Revolution, if all laws, forms, and

ceremonies, had not first been so monstrously abused, that the

suicidal vengeance of the Revolution was to scatter them all to

the winds.

Every eye was turned to the jury. The same determined patriots

and good republicans as yesterday and the day before, and

to-morrow and the day after. Eager and prominent among them, one

man with a craving face, and his fingers perpetually hovering

about his lips, whose appearance gave great satisfaction to the

spectators. A life-thirsting, cannibal-looking, bloody-minded

juryman, the Jacques Three of St. Antoine. The whole jury, as a

jury of dogs empannelled to try the deer.