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which was, the acquittal of the prisoner; and, as the statute made no provision for hanging the prosecution, the decision of the court was that they should pay aU the costs.
In conveying to the prisoner at the bar the decision of the bench, the Chief Justice availed himself of the oppor¬ tunity to pay Iflm such a tribute of love and esteem as was well warranted by their long friendship for each other as neighbors, and also by reason of what he (the prisoner) had so weU done in aiding by his presence and counsel at the board meetings of the institution of leaming over which he (the Judge) had the honor to preside. It was a loving tribute from one old friend to another, the recital of which touched the heart of everyone who in that quiet house Ustened to catch each word. As the Doctor wound up he said to the prisoner, who, with bowed head, stood before him: " And now, John, we could not let you go without receiving, if not a penalty sentence, at least something," and turning toward the stage box at his right, as he waved his hand, the slowly parting portieres revealed standing therein a splendid Hall tubular chime clock, of Tiffany's best, which, as the prisoner raised his wondering eyes towards it, rang out sweet and clear the famous chimes which long years ago had pealed out over London's air from the ringing " Bow BeUs," and which, Uke the bells of old, as they smote upon the ear of Wlflttington, thrice Lord Mayor, seemed to say, " Turn back, turn back." They were the midnight chimes, although the midnight had long since passed. As the sounds died out and the cheering that followed was over, the Doctor proceeded to say, " That clock is yours, John. It wiU be taken to your home, there, as we hope, to ruig out its hourly chimes for years to come, and our wish is that, when by day or night its sweet music shall fall upon your ear and that of your loving wife, it wfll awaken memories as sweet of this night,