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"I shall not have very much to say to you, " said Mr. Justice Creighton, as he signalled with a little wave of the right hand to the Chaplain on the Bench beside him to place upon his wig the small square of dark cloth that represents the Black Cap--"for I do not desire to inflict pain upon you. All I shall permit myself to remark is that you are a brute and a blackguard, and will be better dead. The sentence of the Court is that you be taken hence to the place whence you came, and thence to the place of execution on Monday morning next ensuing, and shall there be hanged by the neck until your body be dead--and may the Lord have mercy upon your soul!"
"Ye d----d old goat!" shouted the condemned, as the Newgate turnkeys led him down the steps from the dock. "Ye ----- ould hayayna!"