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"I'll give them as much burning eloquence as I can manage," said I, in my youthful ardour; "but what's the use of words against facts? We must really stand by the defence of insanity; it is all that's left." "Call the clergyman," said Woollet; "he'll help us all he can." With that resolution we returned to court.
The prospect was not exhilarating for any one who had to perform the drudgery of the first few years of a junior's life; nevertheless, I was not cast down by the mere apprehension, or rather the mere possibility of failure, for when I looked round on my competitors I was encouraged by the thought that dear old Woollet knew more about a rate appeal than Littledale himself, while old Peter Ryland, with his inimitable Saxon, was quite as good at the irremovability of a pauper as Codd was in accounting for the illegal removal of a duck, and both in their several branches of knowledge more learned than Alderson or Bayley.
To those, however, who have been accustomed to study the designs of this great master, through the medium of the engraved copies, and above all, in the unrivalled works of Woollet, the sight of the original pictures must, perhaps at all times, create a feeling of disappointment.
On one occasion, before Maule, I had to defend a man for murder. It was a terribly difficult case, because there was no defence except the usual one of insanity. I was oppressed with the difficulty of my task, and asked Woollet what he thought I could do. "Oh," said he in his sanguine way, "make a hell of a speech. You'll pull him through all right. Let 'em have it."
Having thus spoken of some of the eminent men of my early days, I would like to mention a little incident that occurred before I had fairly settled down to practise, or formed any serious intention as to the course I should pursue that is to say, whether I should remain a sessions man like Woollet, or become a master of Saxon like old Peter Ryland, a sportsman like Bob Grimston, or a cosmopolitan like Rodwell, so as to comprehend all that came in my way.
He was not a great believer in the defence of insanity except, occasionally, that of the solicitor who set it up and consequently watched the Vicar with scrutinizing intensity. "Have you finished with your witness, Mr. Woollet?" his lordship inquired. "Yes, my lord." Maule then took him in hand, and after looking at him steadfastly for about a minute, said,
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