JUROR NO. 3.
Two boys were up for burglary, and crowded was the Court,
With half the town of Elkington, who came to see the sport.
For well they knew the Judge, whose heart was harder than a stone,
Who only dealt in justice—to whom mercy was unknown.
Oh! what a wondrous judge he was, no guilty e’er got free,
His instinct read between the lines what no one else could see,
And these two boys on whom he gazed with comprehensive stare,
Raised not their eyes to his stern face, for mercy was not there.
“No counsel, Judge,” the prosecutor said in careless way;