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the joint report of all the physicians that the prisoner waa cer-
tainly insene—insane at the time of the Killing.

The ease farnished an admirable chance for the ‘‘looking’”’
test of insanity. The counsel looked, but could not see it;
the jary looked each day upon the prisoner, but could not
see it; the Judge looked, but could not see it. If sight alone
had governed, the prisoner would have been hung. And now,
jnrors, what did save that man’s lifet There was a Judge
presiding in the ease and watching the current of the teati-
mony, who had made himself master of all that is Inown on
the difficult subject of insanity--who knew the indications
and symptoms of latent derangement, and could therefore
see them, as they broke out incidentally in the narrative of the
witnesses.

I say incidentally. The witnesses were detailing the evi-
dence of crime—so they thought, and so thought jury and
counsel ; but with all the legal limitations upon evidence, hav-
ing no issue of insanity in view, the narrative disclosed in-
gane delusion to the Court, Had the knowledge of the Judge
been less, the prisoner would have been executed; and doubt-
less the jary would have received the usual encomium of the
press, for their firmness and unshrinking fidelity to law and
justice!

Gentlemen, the worst of all madness is ‘‘that which weara
a reasoning show.’’ Yet, insanity with this characteristic
exists in forms and modifications so varied as to baffle classi-
fication. Of all these forms, the most melancholy ie that which
discloses no appreciable lesion of the mental faculties, in
which the unfortunate subject never says a foolish thing, and
in which the insanity is only manifested by the actions and
sentiments of the snfferer. Yn such cases the distinction be-
tween right and wrong is not broken down in the mind; the
line is perceived as clearly as before; but freedom of the
will, the power of volition is lost, and the unfortunate be-
¢omea the victim of insane impulse. The power of self-control
is gone, and with it the power of choice—the power of choice
between here or elsewhere. This is indeed melancholy mad-
ness. Melancholy, because mistaken for crime; melancholy,

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