The Kellys and the OKellys | Page 7

Court were opened, and the crowd at
least as many as were able to effect an entrance rushed in. Martin and
John Kelly were among those nearest to the door, and, in reward of
their long patience, got sufficiently into the body of the Court to be in a
position to see, when standing on tiptoe, the noses of three of the four
judges, and the wigs of four of the numerous counsel employed. The
Court was so filled by those who had a place there by right, or
influence enough to assume that they had so, that it was impossible to
obtain a more favourable situation. But this of itself was a great deal
quite sufficient to justify Martin in detailing to his Connaught friends
every particular of the whole trial. They would probably be able to hear
everything; they could positively see three of the judges, and if those
two big policemen, with high hats, could by any possibility be got to
remove themselves, it was very probable that they would be able to see
Sheil's back, when he stood up.
John soon began to show off his forensic knowledge. He gave a near
guess at the names of the four counsel whose heads were visible,
merely from the different shades and shapes of their wigs. Then he
particularised the inferior angels of that busy Elysium.
'That's Ford that's Gartlan that's Peirce Mahony,' he exclaimed, as the
different attorneys for the traversers, furiously busy with their huge
bags, fidgetted about rapidly, or stood up in their seats, telegraphing
others in different parts of the Court.
'There's old Kemmis,' as they caught a glimpse of the Crown agent;
'he's the boy that doctored the jury list. Fancy, a jury chosen out of all
Dublin, and not one Catholic! As if that could be fair!' And then he
named the different judges. 'Look at that big-headed, pig-faced fellow
on the right that's Pennefather! He's the blackest sheep of the lot and
the head of them! He's a thoroughbred Tory, and as fit to be a judge as I
am to be a general. That queer little fellow, with the long chin, he's
Burton he's a hundred if he's a day he was fifty when he was called,
seventy when they benched him, and I'm sure he's a judge thirty years!
But he's the sharpest chap of the whole twelve, and no end of a boy

afther the girls. If you only saw him walking in his robes I'm sure he's
not three feet high! That next, with the skinny neck, he's Crampton he's
one of Father Mathews lads, an out and out teetotaller, and he looks it;
he's a desperate cross fellow, sometimes! The other one, you can't see,
he's Perrin. There, he's leaning over you can just catch the side of his
face he's Perrin. It's he'll acquit the traversers av' anything does he's a
fair fellow, is Perrin, and not a red-hot thorough-going Tory like the
rest of 'em.'
Here John was obliged to give over the instruction of his brother, being
enjoined so to do by one of the heavy-hatted policemen in his front,
who enforced his commands for silence, with a backward shove of his
wooden truncheon, which came with rather unnecessary violence
against the pit of John's stomach.
The fear of being turned out made him for the nonce refrain from that
vengeance of abuse which his education as a Dublin Jackeen well
qualified him to inflict. But he put down the man's face in his retentive
memory, and made up his mind to pay him of.
And now the business of the day commenced. After some official
delays and arrangements Sheil arose, and began his speech in defence
of John O'Connell. It would be out of place here to give either his
words or his arguments; besides, they have probably before this been
read by all who would care to read them. When he commenced, his
voice appeared, to those who were not accustomed to hear him, weak,
piping, and most unfit for a popular orator; but this effect was soon lost
in the elegance of his language and the energy of his manner; and,
before he had been ten minutes on his legs, the disagreeable tone was
forgotten, though it was sounding in the eager ears of every one in the
Court.
His speech was certainly brilliant, effective, and eloquent; but it
satisfied none that heard him, though it pleased all. It was neither a
defence of the general conduct and politics of the party, such as
O'Connell himself attempted in his own case, nor did it contain a chain
of legal arguments to prove that John O'Connell, individually, had not
been guilty of conspiracy, such as others of the counsel employed
subsequently in