in the gallery above; behind me I did not look. I had seen enough, and
my cheeks burned with shame. At last I looked at my fellow-culprit, who
stood beside me, and his eyes at the same time met mine. He was dressed
in the gaol clothes, of pepper and salt coarse cloth. He was a rough,
vulgar, brutal looking man, but his eye was brilliant, his complexion
was dark, and his face was covered with whiskers. "Good heavens,"
thought I, "who will ever imagine or credit that we have been
associates?"

The man stared at me, bit his lip, and smiled with contempt, but made no
further remark. The indictment having been read, the clerk of the court
cried out, "You, Benjamin Ogle, having heard the charge, say, guilty or
not guilty?"

"Not guilty," replied the man, to my astonishment.

"You, Philip Maddox, guilty or not guilty?" I did not answer.

"Prisoner," observed the judge in a mild voice, "you must answer,
guilty or not guilty. It is merely a form."

"My lord," replied I, "my name is not Philip Maddox."

"That is the name given in the indictment by the evidence of your
fellow-prisoner," observed the judge; "your real name we cannot pretend
to know. It is sufficient that you answer to the question of whether you,
the prisoner, are guilty or not guilty."

"Not guilty, my lord, most certainly," replied I, placing my hand to my
heart, and bowing to him.

The trial proceeded; Armstrong was the principal evidence. To my person
he would not swear. The Jew proved my selling my clothes, purchasing
those found in the bundle, and the stick, of which Armstrong possessed
himself. The clothes I had on at the time of my capture were produced in
court. As for Ogle, his case was decisive. We were then called upon for
our defence. Ogle's was very short. "He had been accustomed to fits all
his life--was walking to Hounslow, and had fallen down in a fit. It must
have been somebody else who had committed the robbery and had made off,
and he had been picked up in a mistake." This defence appeared to make
no other impression than ridicule, and indignation at the barefaced
assertion. I was then called on for mine.

"My lord," said I, "I have no defence to make except that which I
asserted before the magistrates, that I was performing an act of
charity towards a fellow-creature, and was, through that, supposed to
be an accomplice."

"Arraigned before so many upon a charge, at the bare accusation of which
my blood revolts, I cannot and will not