Part 7 (1/2)
That he saw a female figure was but too true: it was Miss Betty Devine, who had been arranging that portion of her toilet which might endanger the free exercise of her right arm. This done, Miss Devine stood forward, and, grasping a certain utensil of more than ordinary proportions, with one bound, not only ”returned its _lining_ on the night,” as Tom Moore says, but also on the head of the devoted serenader, who was so stunned by Betty's favor, that it was some time before he realized the nature of the gift. His nasal organ having settled all doubt in that respect, he made his way from the crowd, vowing law and vengeance. ”What is the matter?” asked a popular commoner, on his way from the parliament house, to one of the boys of the Quay; ”It's a consart, yer honor, given by Betty de Scotch girl; de creature's fond o' harmony; and for my part, de tung is stickin' to de roof of my mout from de fair dint of de corus! I didn't taste a drop since mornin'. Ay boys, aint ye all dry?” This appeal having met with a favorable response, the gentlemen of the Quay retired to drink ”his honor's health, and to wash down de music!”
Meanwhile, the next morning the serenading gentleman went in all haste to his brother-in-law, one of the leading merchants of the city, to whom he communicated the occurrence of the previous night. He had scarcely finished, when the merchant took him off to his attorney who, without further delay, went with them to the residence of Curran, to have his opinion on the case. When they had finished, Curran at once gave his opinion. ”Gentlemen,” said he, ”in this country, when we go to see a friend or acquaintance, all we ever expect is--pot luck!”
Carew O'Dwyer was the first who had the honor of proposing that Curran's remains should be brought over from England and laid in Glasnevin.
Charles Phillips' first introduction to Curran took place at the Priory, a country villa about four miles from Dublin. Curran would have no one to introduce him, but went and took him by the hand.
Lundy Foot, the tobacconist, was on the table, under examination, and, hesitating to answer--”Lundy, Lundy,” said Curran, ”that's a poser--a devil of a pinch.”
EMPLOYMENT OF INFORMERS.
”I speak not of the fate of those horrid wretches who have been so often transferred from the table to the dock, and from the dock to the pillory; I speak of what your own eyes have seen, day after day, during the course of this commission, from the box where you are now sitting; the number of horrid miscreants who avowed, upon their oaths, that they had come from the seat of government--from the Castle--where they had been worked upon by the fear of death and the hopes of compensation, to give evidence against their fellows; that the mild and wholesome councils of this government are holden over these catacombs of living death, where the wretch that is buried a man lies till his heart has time to fester and dissolve, and is then dug up a witness. Is this fancy, or is it fact? Have you not seen him after his resurrection from that tomb, after having been dug out of the region of death and corruption, make his appearance upon the table, the living image of life and of death, and the supreme arbiter of both? Have you not marked, when he entered, how the stormy wave of the mult.i.tude retired at his approach? Have you not marked how the human heart bowed to the supremacy of his power, in the undissembled homage of deferential horror? How his glance, like the lightning of heaven, seemed to rive the body of the accused, and mark it for the grave, while his voice warned the devoted wretch of life and death--a death which no innocence can escape, no art elude, no force resist, no antidote preserve? There was an antidote--a juror's oath; but even that adamantine chain, which bound the integrity of man to the throne of eternal justice, is solved and molten in the breath that issues from the informer's mouth; conscience swings from her mooring, and the appalled and affrighted juror consults his own safety in the surrender of his victim.--Informers are wors.h.i.+pped in the temple of justice, even as the devil has been wors.h.i.+pped by pagans and savages--even so, in this wicked country, is the informer an object of judicial idolatry--even so is he soothed by the music of human groans--even so is he placated and incensed by the fumes and by the blood of human sacrifices.”
CURRAN AND THE FARMER.
A farmer attending a fair with a hundred pounds in his pocket, took the precaution of depositing it in the hands of the landlord of the public-house at which he stopped. Next day he applied for the money, but the host affected to know nothing of the business. In this dilemma the farmer consulted Curran. ”Have patience, my friend,” said the counsel; ”speak to the landlord civilly, and tell him you are convinced you must have left your money with some other person. Take a friend with you, and lodge with him another hundred, and then come to me.” The dupe doubted the advice; but, moved by the authority or rhetoric of the learned counsel, he at length followed it. ”And now, sir,” said he to c.u.min, ”I don't see as I am to be better off for this, if I get my second hundred again; but how is that to be done?” ”Go and ask him for it when he is alone,” said the counsel. ”Ay, sir, but asking won't do, I'ze afraid, without my witness, at any rate.” ”Never mind, take my advice,” said Curran; ”do as I bid you, and return to me.” The farmer did so, and came back with his hundred, glad at any rate to find that safe again in his possession. ”Now, sir, I suppose I must be content; but I don't see as I am much better off.” ”Well, then,” said the counsel, ”now take your friend with you, and ask the landlord for the hundred pounds your friend saw you leave with him.” It need not be added, that the wily landlord found that he had been taken off his guard, whilst the farmer returned exultingly to thank his counsel, with both hundreds in his pocket.
CURRAN AND THE JUDGE.
Soon after Mr. Curran had been called to the bar, on some statement of Judge Robinson's, the young counsel observed, that ”he had never met the law, as laid down by his Lords.h.i.+p, in any book in his library.” ”That may be, sir,” said the Judge; ”but I suspect that your library is very small.” Mr. Curran replied, ”I find it more instructive, my Lord, to study good works than to compose bad ones.[1] My books may be few; but the t.i.tle-pages give me the writers' names, and my shelf is not disgraced by any such rank absurdities, that their very authors are ashamed to own them.” ”Sir,” said the Judge, ”you are forgetting the respect which you owe to the dignity of the judicial character.”
”Dignity!” exclaimed Mr. Curran; ”My Lord, upon that point I shall cite you a case from a book of some authority, with which you are, perhaps, not unacquainted.” He then briefly recited the story of Strap, in _Roderick Random_, who having stripped off his coat to fight, entrusted it to a bystander. When the battle was over, and he was well beaten, he turned to resume it, but the man had carried it off. Mr. Curran thus applied the tale:--”So, my Lord, when the person entrusted with the dignity of the judgment-seat lays it aside for a moment to enter into a disgraceful personal contest, it is in vain when he has been worsted in the encounter that he seeks to resume it--it is in vain that he tries to shelter himself behind an authority which he has abandoned.” ”If you say another word, I'll commit you,” replied the angry Judge; to which Mr. C.
retorted, ”If your Lords.h.i.+p shall do so, we shall both of us have the consolation of reflecting, that I am not the worst thing your Lords.h.i.+p has committed.”
CURRAN'S QUARREL WITH FITZGIBBON.
Curran distinguished himself not more as a barrister than as a member of parliament; and in the latter character it was his misfortune to provoke the enmity of a man, whose thirst for revenge was only to be satiated by the utter ruin of his adversary. In the discussion of a bill of a penal nature, Curran inveighed in strong terms against the Attorney-General, Fitzgibbon, for _sleeping on the bench_ when statutes of the most cruel kind were being enacted; and ironically lamented that the slumber of guilt should so nearly resemble the repose of innocence.
A challenge from Fitzgibbon was the consequence of this sally; and the parties having met, were to fire when they chose. ”I never,” said Curran, when relating the circ.u.mstances of the duel,--”I never saw any one whose determination seemed more malignant than Fitzgibbon's. After I had fired, he took aim at me for at least half a minute; and on its proving ineffectual, I could not help exclaiming to him, 'It was not your fault, Mr. Attorney; you were deliberate enough,'” The Attorney-General declared his honor satisfied; and here, at least for the time, the dispute appeared to terminate.
Not here, however, terminated Fitzgibbon's animosity. Soon afterwards, he became Lord Chancellor, and a peer of Ireland, by the t.i.tle of Lord Clare; and in the former capacity he found an opportunity, by means of his judicial authority, of ungenerously cras.h.i.+ng the rising powers and fortunes of his late antagonist. Curran, who was at this time a leader, and one of the senior pract.i.tioners at the Chancery Bar, soon felt all the force of his rival's vengeance. The Chancellor is said to have yielded a reluctant attention to every motion he made; he frequently stopped him in the middle of a speech, questioned his knowledge of law, recommended to him more attention to facts, in short, succeeded not only in crippling all his professional efforts, but actually in leaving him without a client. Curran, indeed, appeared as usual in the three other courts [of the ”Four Courts” at Dublin]; but he had been already stripped of his most profitable practice, and as his expenses nearly kept pace with his gains, he was almost left a beggar, for all hopes of the wealth and honors of the long-robe were now denied him. The memory of this persecution embittered the last moments of Curran's existence; and he could never even allude to it, without evincing a just and excusable indignation. In a letter which he addressed to a friend, twenty years after, he says, ”I made no compromise with power; I had the merit of provoking and despising the personal malice of every man in Ireland who was the known enemy of the country. Without the walls of the court of justice, my character was pursued with the most persevering slander; and within those walls, though I was too strong to be beaten down by any judicial malignity, it was not so with my clients, and my consequent losses in professional income have never been estimated at less, as you must have often heard, than 30,000.”
HIGH AUTHORITY.
Curran was once engaged in a legal argument; behind him stood his colleague, a gentleman whose person was remarkably tall and slender, and who had originally intended to take holy orders. The Judge observing that the case under discussion involved a question of ecclesiastical law,--”Then,” said Curran, ”I can refer your Lords.h.i.+p to a high authority behind me, who was intended for the church, though in my opinion he was fitter for the steeple.”
USE OF RED TAPE.
Curran, when Master of the Rolls, said to Mr. Grattan, ”You would be the greatest man of your age, Grattan, if you would buy a few yards of red tape, and tie up your bills and papers.”
CURRAN AND THE MASTIFF.