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was named Hugh: and that it was Barnaby Rudge who would be hanged in Bloomsbury Square.

The hum grew, as the time drew near, so loud, that those who were at the windows could not hear the church-clock strike, though it was close at hand. Nor had they any need to hear it, either, for they could see it in the peopleā€™s faces. So surely as another quarter chimed, there was a movement in the crowdā€”as if something had passed over itā€”as if the light upon them had been changedā€”in which the fact was readable as on a brazen dial, figured by a giantā€™s hand.

Three quarters past eleven! The murmur now was deafening, yet every man seemed mute. Look where you would among the crowd, you saw strained eyes and lips compressed; it would have been difficult for the most vigilant observer to point this way or that, and say that yonder man had cried out. It were as easy to detect the motion of lips in a sea-shell.

Three quarters past eleven! Many spectators who had retired from the windows, came back refreshed, as though their watch had just begun. Those who had fallen asleep, roused themselves; and every person in the crowd made one last effort to better his positionā€” which caused a press against the sturdy barriers that made them bend and yield like twigs. The officers, who until now had kept together, fell into their several positions, and gave the words of command. Swords were drawn, muskets shouldered, and the bright steel winding its way among the crowd, gleamed and glittered in the sun like a river. Along this shining path, two men came hurrying on, leading a horse, which was speedily harnessed to the cart at the prison-door. Then, a profound silence replaced the tumult that had so long been gathering, and a breathless pause ensued. Every window was now choked up with heads; the house-tops teemed with peopleā€”clinging to chimneys, peering over gable-ends, and holding on where the sudden loosening of any brick or stone would dash them down into the street. The church tower, the church roof, the church yard, the prison leads, the very water-spouts and lamppostsā€”every inch of roomā€”swarmed with human life.

At the first stroke of twelve the prison-bell began to toll. Then the roarā€”mingled now with cries of ā€˜Hats off!ā€™ and ā€˜Poor fellows!ā€™ and, from some specks in the great concourse, with a shriek or groanā€”burst forth again. It was terrible to seeā€”if any one in that distraction of excitement could have seenā€”the world of eager eyes, all strained upon the scaffold and the beam.

The hollow murmuring was heard within the jail as plainly as without. The three were brought forth into the yard, together, as it resounded through the air. They knew its import well.

ā€˜Dā€™ye hear?ā€™ cried Hugh, undaunted by the sound. ā€˜They expect us! I heard them gathering when I woke in the night, and turned over on tā€™other side and fell asleep again. We shall see how they welcome the hangman, now that it comes home to him. Ha, ha, ha!ā€™

The Ordinary coming up at this moment, reproved him for his indecent mirth, and advised him to alter his demeanour.

ā€˜And why, master?ā€™ said Hugh. ā€˜Can I do better than bear it easily? YOU bear it easily enough. Oh! never tell me,ā€™ he cried, as the other would have spoken, ā€˜for all your sad look and your solemn air, you think little enough of it! They say youā€™re the best maker of lobster salads in London. Ha, ha! Iā€™ve heard that, you see, before now. Is it a good one, this morningā€”is your hand in? How does the breakfast look? I hope thereā€™s enough, and to spare, for all this hungry company thatā€™ll sit down to it, when the sightā€™s over.ā€™

ā€˜I fear,ā€™ observed the clergyman, shaking his head, ā€˜that you are incorrigible.ā€™

ā€˜Youā€™re right. I am,ā€™ rejoined Hugh sternly. ā€˜Be no hypocrite, master! You make a merry-making of this, every month; let me be merry, too. If you want a frightened fellow thereā€™s one thatā€™ll suit you. Try your hand upon him.ā€™

He pointed, as he spoke, to Dennis, who, with his legs trailing on the ground, was held between two men; and who trembled so, that all his joints and limbs seemed racked by spasms. Turning from this wretched spectacle, he called to Barnaby, who stood apart.

ā€˜What cheer, Barnaby? Donā€™t be downcast, lad. Leave that to HIM.ā€™

ā€˜Bless you,ā€™ cried Barnaby, stepping lightly towards him, ā€˜Iā€™m not frightened, Hugh. Iā€™m quite happy. I wouldnā€™t desire to live now, if theyā€™d let me. Look at me! Am I afraid to die? Will they see ME tremble?ā€™

Hugh gazed for a moment at his face, on which there was a strange, unearthly smile; and at his eye, which sparkled brightly; and interposing between him and the Ordinary, gruffly whispered to the latter:

ā€˜I wouldnā€™t say much to him, master, if I was you. He may spoil your appetite for breakfast, though you ARE used to it.ā€™

He was the only one of the three who had washed or trimmed himself that morning. Neither of the others had done so, since their doom was pronounced. He still wore the broken peacockā€™s feathers in his hat; and all his usual scraps of finery were carefully disposed about his person. His kindling eye, his firm step, his proud and resolute bearing, might have graced some lofty act of heroism; some voluntary sacrifice, born of a noble cause and pure enthusiasm; rather than that felonā€™s death.

But all these things increased his guilt. They were mere assumptions. The law had declared it so, and so it must be. The good minister had been greatly shocked, not a quarter of an hour before, at his parting with Grip. For one in his condition, to fondle a bird!ā€”The yard was filled with people; bluff civic functionaries, officers of justice, soldiers, the curious in such matters, and guests who had been bidden as to a wedding. Hugh looked about him, nodded gloomily to some person in authority, who indicated with his hand in what direction he was to proceed; and clapping Barnaby on the shoulder, passed out with the gait of a lion.

They entered a large room, so near to the scaffold that the voices of those who stood about it, could be plainly heard: some beseeching the javelin-men to take them out of the crowd: others crying to those behind, to stand back, for they were pressed to death, and suffocating for want of air.

In the middle of this chamber, two smiths, with hammers, stood beside an anvil. Hugh walked straight up to them, and set his foot upon it with a sound as though it had been struck by a heavy weapon. Then, with folded arms, he stood to have his irons knocked off: scowling haughtily round, as those who were present eyed him narrowly and whispered to each other.

It took so much time to drag Dennis in, that this ceremony was over with Hugh, and nearly over with Barnaby, before he appeared. He no sooner came into the place he knew so well, however, and among faces with which he was so familiar, than he recovered strength and sense enough to clasp his hands and make a last appeal.

ā€˜Gentlemen, good gentlemen,ā€™ cried the abject creature, grovelling down upon his knees, and actually prostrating himself upon the stone floor: ā€˜Governor, dear governorā€”honourable sheriffsā€”worthy gentlemenā€”have mercy upon a wretched man that has served His Majesty, and the Law, and Parliament, for so many years, and donā€™tā€” donā€™t let me dieā€”because of a mistake.ā€™

ā€˜Dennis,ā€™ said the governor of the jail, ā€˜you know what the course is, and that the order came with the rest. You know that we could do nothing, even if we would.ā€™

ā€˜All I ask, sir,ā€”all I want and beg, is time, to make it sure,ā€™ cried the trembling wretch, looking wildly round for sympathy. ā€˜The King and Government canā€™t know itā€™s me; Iā€™m sure they canā€™t know itā€™s me; or they never would bring me to this dreadful slaughterhouse. They know my name, but they donā€™t know itā€™s the same man. Stop my executionā€”for charityā€™s sake stop my execution, gentlemenā€”till they can be told that Iā€™ve been hangman here, nigh thirty year. Will no one go and tell them?ā€™ he implored, clenching his hands and glaring round, and round, and round againā€”ā€˜will no charitable person go and tell them!ā€™

ā€˜Mr Akerman,ā€™ said a gentleman who stood by, after a momentā€™s pause, ā€˜since it may possibly produce in this unhappy man a better frame of mind, even at this last minute, let me assure him that he was well known to have been the hangman, when his sentence was considered.ā€™

ā€˜ā€”But perhaps they think on that account that the punishmentā€™s not so great,ā€™ cried the criminal, shuffling towards this speaker on his knees, and holding up his folded hands; ā€˜whereas itā€™s worse, itā€™s worse a hundred times, to me than any man. Let them know that, sir. Let them know that. Theyā€™ve made it worse to me by giving me so much to do. Stop my execution till they know that!ā€™

The governor beckoned with his hand, and the two men, who had supported him before, approached. He uttered a piercing cry:

ā€˜Wait! Wait. Only a momentā€”only one moment more! Give me a last chance of reprieve. One of us three is to go to Bloomsbury Square. Let me be the one. It may come in that time; itā€™s sure to come. In the Lordā€™s name let me be sent to Bloomsbury Square. Donā€™t hang me here. Itā€™s murder.ā€™

They took him to the anvil: but even then he could he heard above the clinking of the smithsā€™ hammers, and the hoarse raging of the crowd, crying that he knew of Hughā€™s birthā€”that his father was living, and was a gentleman of influence and rankā€”that he had family secrets in his possessionā€”that he could tell nothing unless they gave him time, but must die with them on his mind; and he continued to rave in this sort until his voice failed him, and he sank down a mere heap of clothes between the two attendants.

It was at this moment that the clock struck the first stroke of twelve, and the bell began to toll. The various officers, with the two sheriffs at their head, moved towards the door. All was ready when the last chime came upon the ear.

They told Hugh this, and asked if he had anything to say.

ā€˜To say!ā€™ he cried. ā€˜Not I. Iā€™m ready.ā€”Yes,ā€™ he added, as his eye fell upon Barnaby, ā€˜I

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