Beadle's Dime Novels No. 38: The Wrong Man — page 89: what you’re looking at

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THE ATTORNEY'S SPEECH. 91 forgot the widow and the fatherless; their wants would ever permost in his noble thoughts. gh unconnected with any church, I understand he regular communicant, dispensing his charities with as hand as does the dew of the morning. Rising with the his time, until the setting of the sun, was occupied in yoring to ascertain by what means he could benefit his fellow-creatures. Further than this, gentlemen, he was in the habit of making extensive journeys through the trackless for- ests. And you, gentlemen, will be surprised when I tell you what I have just learned was the object of these extensive journeys through the trackless forest. The reason why these extensive journeys through the trackless forest was made, was in order to accumulate, gentlemen, enough means to found a church which should stand as an everlasting monument after his death !” Mr. Scroggs here paused, and took a chew of tobacco, in order to notice the efféct of this wonderful fiction. Great as was the respect the villagers entertained for their attorney, he was “going it too strong” for them. Had Mr. Edward Over- ton heard his own eulogy, he must have protested. But, Mr. was working on the feelings of the jury; working on the feelings of the jury, Mr. Scroggs considered his particular Sorte. “Yes, gentlemen, to found a church, which, through all - ‘oming ages should stand as a living monument of the love, benevolence, unbounded generosity, unparalleled piety, extron- nery perseverance, and indomitable determination of its founder, Mr. Edward Overton. This was his object in mak- ing his extensive journeys through the trackless forest, at the most inclement season of the year. Having done this ’ere kind of toil for a good many years, he had amassed quite a considerable sum, and I have good reason to believe he de- signed commencing the construction of this stupendous edifce this very day—this very day, gentlemen, on which instead ne lays a cold, cold corpse down in the unfathomable myster-es , of that dread retreat which we call the grave. men, must be harrered up the same as my feelings is harrered up. I will not attempt to enumerate the many v:rtues of this conmnicldooks.com - —— o. a