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 THE MODERN PATRIOT judge was vastly tickled at seeing the famous Equity lawyer floundering at the Old Bailey. He did not appreciate legal learning at its proper worth, while he put an excessive value on the art of cross-examination, of which he was facile princeps. But within his limits the late Mr. Justice Hawkins was a valuable public servant. He was no orator

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in the sense that Erskine and Russell were; as a Common Law Judge he stood in quite a different category to Maule, Blackburn and Bramwell; but he was a famous advocate, and in criminal trials the leading judge of his time. LONDON, ENGLAND, October, 1908.

THE MODERN PATRIOT BY " A JUROR" Listen, my children, and you shall hear Of the wonderful jury gathered here. On the very first vote it was seven to five. Hardly a man is now alive Who has anything left of the drum of his ear.

Once more they talked and talked and'talked, Yet still the five of the jurors balked. They stolidly sat more dead than alive, Yet once an hour came "Seven to five." Some cursed their fate, some silent sat; One man woke only when passing the hat. 'Twas a fine, fine day when the jury went out, The jurors were firm, too firm, God knows; And apparently all knew what they were And the outcome was, they slept in their about. clothes. With Billy and Denny as their body-guard, When morning dawned they were at it still, They were sent to the room where the chairs So the officers marched them down the hill. were hard, Back again they came, through snowdrifts And there they wrangled and vainly tried white, To get all the jurors upon one side. For six feet of snow had come in the night. They argued and coaxed and put votes in a And now they are here, and it's plain to see This stubborn jury can never agree. hat, Though some of the jurors in silence sat. But every one felt he had earned his pay And so the hours went slipping by, And ought to go home to sleep through the day. Until everybody was ready to die, And when seven o'clock was drawing near To serve one's country is truly great, They went to a house named for Paul Revere, But God save us all from this jury's fate And in gloomy silence they ate full well, And were then marched back to a dungeon BOSTON, MASS., October, 1908. cell.