Ebenezer Rockwood Hoar. forgotten that while a barrister, to become been born with a " double dose of orig a clerk, must be of fourteen years' standing, inal sin." My experience is that they are although seven years arc sufficient to qualify much as other men are. No doubt they are him for the bench, the post may be filled inclined to make rather ample drafts on the by a solicitor just admitted, and with no magisterial faith, which are, perhaps, hon experience at all of criminal work. ored a little too readily. Possibly magis With regard to witnesses, a great deal of trates feel that if they begin to doubt nonsense has been talked about their treat anything, they may end, like Gibbon, by ment by counsel and solicitors. To hear believing nothing. Of course it is obvious the dithyrambs of the press one would that, by making a man one of a class, with think we had returned to the days of Peach- his chance of promotion depending upon his am, " examined before torture, in torture, reputation as a smart officer, as well as upon between torture and after torture." My the good will of his comrades, you give him own experience is that witnesses are quite a direct interest in securing a conviction and in supporting others in doing so. able to take care of themselves. There is one class, the police, of which If I were asked for my advice, it would I ought to say a word in conclusion. j be that of Talleyrand, " Surtout pas trop They have been attacked as if they had ' de zele."
EBENEZER ROCKWOOD HOAR. By Darw1n E. Ware. ^~^N conscience, as on rock New England's hills, His life was built.
With reason's inward sight
He saw, as though from a cold mountain height, When the white day pure winter's radiance fills. Hot with the wrath of justice, against ills Wrought out of wrong he waged a fearless fight, And stood unflinching for imperiled right, Freedom and country, — one who greatly wills. Sparkling his wit as beads of foaming wine, But keen to pierce as pointed rapier blade; Tender in heart, wise, cheerful to the end, To Concord's soil as native as its vine, There with most precious dust New England laid The statesman, jurist, judge and steadfast friend. Atlantic Monthly.
