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Rh eloquently says, "presented himself before the only Judge in whom error is impossible."

Four months had scarcely elapsed since the execution of Lesurques, when Durochat was arrested for a robbery recently com mitted. This man corroborated the state ments of Courriol respecting Lesurques in every particular.

At last a trace of Dubosc was found, and he was arrested upon some other charge. Confronted with the witnesses who had so positively identified Lesurques, they were as tounded. They extricated themselves from their disagreeable dilemma only by saying that there might have been two blondes among the men they saw, and would not acknowledge that they had been mistaken as to Lesurques.

Dubosc was, however, brought to trial upon the charge of being concerned in the assassination of the courier of Lyons, and was convicted and executed.

Finally, Roussy was arrested, tried, and convicted. Before his death he declared that Lesurques was innocent, and that he had never known the man.

The heirs of Lesurques struggled for years to obtain a restitution of the property of which they had been cruelly deprived by order of the court, but with no success.

THE LAW COURTS IN EDINBURGH. From Robert Louis Stevenson's " Picturesque Notes of Edinburgh." ONE of the pious in the seventeenth century going to pass his trials (examina tions, as we now say) for the Scottish Bar, beheld the Parliament Close open, and had a vision of the mouth of Hell. This — and small wonder! — was the means of his conversion. Nor was the vision unsuitable to the locality; for after an hospital, what uglier place is there in civilization than a court of law? Hither come envy, malice, and all uncharitableness to wrestle it out in public tourney; crimes, broken fortunes, severed households, the knave and his victim, gravitate to that low building with the arcade. To how many has not St. Giles's bell told the first hour after ruin? I think I see them pause to count the strokes, and wander on again into the moving High Street, stunned and sick at heart. A pair of swing-doors gives admittance to a hall with a carved roof, hung with legal por traits, adorned with legal statuary, lighted by windows of painted glass, and warmed by three vast fires. This is the salle dts pas per-

das of the Scottish Bar. Here, by a ferocious custom, idle youths must promenade from ten till two. From end to end, singly or in pairs or trios, the gowns and wigs go back and forward. Through a hum of talk and foot falls, the piping tones of a Macer announce a fresh cause and call upon the names of those concerned. Intelligent men have been walk ing here daily for ten or twenty years without a rag of business or a shilling of reward. In process of time, they may perhaps be made the Sheriff-Substitute and Fountain of Jus tice at Lerwick or Tobermory. There is nothing required, you would say, but a little patience and a taste for exercise and bad air. To breathe dust and bombazine, to feed the mind on cackling gossip, to hear three parts of a case and drink a glass of sherry, to long with indescribable longings for the hour when a man may slip out of his travesty and devote himself to golf for the rest of the afternoon, and to do this day by day and year after year, may seem so small a thing to the in experienced! But those who have made