Let me have justice, and no fears have I.
I ask of you as upright jurymen,
In what have I offended—where and when?
Why of the throng should Burke the scapegoat be
Or Reverend Cautley’s wrath descend on me?
As to the mill, I own that I was there—
All went on peaceably, and all was fair;
Arm’d with high courage, strong in heart and limbs,
The men were at the scratch in gallant trims.
And smiling confidence was on their brows,