pryamid tops, smites the sphinx, and runs along upon the ground, men in agony praying for deliverance. Pharaoh and his court lie prostrate in his palace, the earth seems shaken out of its place, and all nature in convulsions. The king implores mercy, and the Father of All hears, pities, and delivers the faithless king and people, and ere the sun went down, that storm and desolation had forever gone by, and the last cloud sunk below the horizon in the Red sea, while the beautiful sun rolls down the western heavens, smiling in mercy from beyond the dark solitudes of the interminable Lybian sands. This storm, all men knew, was an evidence of God's displeasure at slavery. But Pharaoh would not let the people go.

"It is in Egypt, and it is midnight, when the young wife, but two years married, awoke and placed her hand on the shoulder of her youthful husband; he was as cold as marble, he would not awake at her mournful cry-he was dead; he was the first born of his parents. She arose in wild despair, she lit a flambeau, looked at her little babe on the mattrass; the fixed smile was there, rigid in death, never to be relaxed; he was the first born of his parents; she flies to her father's and mother's bed in the next room; she awakes her father, but none but the archangel can awake her mother from death's sleep most profound; she was the first born of her parents. She sends her man servant to her neighbors for help in this awful hour; the servant enters the neighbor's; a light is there waiting and horror meets him. One sixth of the people, or a life of one of Egypt's slaveholders, had been taken for each slave detained."

How terrible, and yet how truthful is this picture! It is drawn with a fearless and bold hand-the hand of a master. Imagination kindles with the almost painful richness of its figures. In its background are shadowed forth the fearful scenes which accompanied the freedom of the American slave.

There was a painting in the gallery of one of the dukes of Orleans, representing the infant Moses about to be exposed by his mother to the waters and the monsters of the Nile. The figures were painted with extreme beauty and force. The face of the mother averted in agony, speaking in all the eloquence of grief, the terrible necessity which impels her to the act; the departing father, with eyes upturned to heaven, as if supplicating its aid for the darling-the helpless boy who clings to him in terror. All this strikes the beholder with horror and sadness.

It is said that in this absorption of human interest, the exquisite background of the picture, with its wooded scenery and architectural magnificence, is forgotten. Nothing is observed but the thrilling scene in the foreground. So it was with the scene drawn by Alvan Stewart, as he stood in the Supreme Court of New Jersey; the interest in the background was unobserved, but its portentous meaning was there, and has since been fearfully exhibited.

With singular versatility Mr. Stewart could pass with equal facility to gentler scenes-to those affections which spread beyond ourselves, and stretch into eternity, which develop the divinity within us-to the themes which religion unfolds-to the joys of friendship-to all the sweets of domestic life. His conversation was as remarkable as his speeches-fresh, original, and instructive-gathering brightness from every subject.

He loved his profession to the last, and he regarded his professional brethren with peculiar affection. This was attested in the beautiful eulogy which he pronounced on that great and distinguished lawyer, Elisha Williams, at a meeting of the bar at Utica, in July, 1833:

"What court-house in the State," said Mr. Stewart, "has not been the theater of his exploits and scene of his glory? How many thousand auditors have hung upon his accents in breathless silence,

listening to the impassioned eloquence of this intellectual giant. But Death, the great leveler, has forever silenced that tongue which uttered the most unrivaled eloquence-that man who was but yesterday, as it were, a connecting link between angels and men, is now in the low, dark sepulcher of death, a prey to noiseless worms. But the friends of religion will rejoice to know that, some years ago, he submitted his heart to the divine influence of our most holy religion, and that he died in the triumphs of its glorious faith. Star after star, that has shed luster upon our profession, is setting in death. May we all so live, that we shall meet at the great bar where the Judge of earth and heaven shall gather us to part no more."

The deep earnestness of Mr. Stewart's nature, the loftiness with which he moved in a sphere where there were few applauding voices, and the calmness with which he accepted a position that brought upon him scorn and anathema, rendered him a hero; and it is no affectation to say, that he was a man of genius, of fine sense, a powerful orator, and a philanthropist. He was deeply enthusiastic on one subject; but his enthusiasm was aroused by what he conceived to be a mighty evil, and, regardless of public opinion, he made eternal war against it. Forgetful of the clamors of party-of the reproaches of the softly conservative of the frowns of "little great men," he appealed to philanthropy-to the enlightened judgment of mankind-to the future. Has the time for an impartial decision arrived?

JAMES T. BRADY.

The Practice of Law Before Juries.-The Many Colors of Life which it Presents.The Triumphs and Contests of the Advocate.-His Relation to his Client.-The Remark made of a Great British Advocate Applies to James T. Brady.-He won his Fame at the Bar.-His Honors Unmingled with Political Distinctions.-His Life and Career an Example for the American Law Student.-His Birthplace.Early Education.-A son of Thomas S. Brady.-His Mother.-Character and Accomplishments of his Father.-James and Others are his Pupils in the Study of the Classics.-James Studies Law with his Father.-His Admission to the Bar.— His Early Practice.-A Singular and Touching Case.-Brady Engages in it.— The Brother and Sister.-The Bond Servant.-The Habeas Corpus.-John Slosson.-The Trial.-The Triumph.-Brady is Appointed Corporation Attorney.— City Litigation.-Manner of Conducting it.-Appointed Temporary District-Attorney. Trial of the Boat Thieves.-Brady's Disposal of the Case.-Himself and the Judge Equally Guilty.-Brady one of the Counsel in the Sickles Case.-His Duties on the Trial.-The Cross-Examination.-Anecdote.-The Trial of the Irishman for Murder.-Brady's Description of it. The Case of Huntington.The Plea of Moral Insanity, cases of.-The Cole-Hiscock Case.-Reflection on its Result.-Other Criminal Cases.-The Forrest Divorce Case.-Mr. O'Conor. --John Van Buren.-Mr. Brady Engages in the Argument in the Court of Appeals.-Character of his Argument.-Mr. Brady's Literary Taste and Acquirements. Is Gravity Wisdom?-Brady a Patron of the Drama.-His Letter on Dramatic Writers.-His Position in Politics.-His Idea of Washington Politicians. -His Mission to New Orleans.-Baldy Smith.-Mr. Brady as a Political Writer and Speaker.-Always fit for the Occasion.-Anecdote of Mr. Marsh.-Brady is Counsel for the Savannah Privateers.-Jefferson Davis.-The Circumstance Related by Charles O'Conor.-Brady's Friendship and Characteristics.-James W. Gerard.-Banquet to.-Mr. Brady's Last Public Speech. His Last Professional Engagements.-His Death.

IT has been said that there is no section of the world's hopes and struggles which is replete with so much animation of contest, such frequent recurrence of triumphant results, as the practice of the law before juries; that the grotesque and passionate forms of many colored life with which the advocate becomes familiar; the truth stranger than fiction of which he is the depository; the multitude of human affections and fortunes of which he becomes, in turn, not only the representative, but the sharer; passions for the hour, even as those who have the deepest stake in the

issue ;-render his professional life almost like a dazzling chimera-a waking dream; -and moreover that to him are presented those aspects of the case which it wears to the party who seeks his aid. Is the rule of law, too, probably against him? There are reasons which cannot be explained to the court, but which are the counsel's in private, why in this instance, to relax or evade it, will be to obtain substantial justice. In the majority of cases, he becomes, therefore, always a jealous, often a passionate partizan; lives in the life of every cause (often the most momentous part of his client's life); "burns with one love, with one resentment glows," and never ceases to hope, to struggle, or to complain, until the next cause is called, and he is involved in a new world of circumstance, passion and affection. Nor let us forget that at one time the honor of a man's life may tremble in his hands-he may be the last prop of sinking hope to the guilty, or the sole refuge clasped by the innocent; or, called on to defend the subject against the power of a State prosecution. Sometimes piercing the darkness of time, guided by mouldering characters and names; or tracing out the fibers of old relationship-exploring dim monuments, and forgotten tombs, retracing with anxious gaze those paths of common life, which have been so lightly trodden, as to retain faint impressions of the passenger. One day he may touch the heart with sympathy for the "pangs of despised love," or glow indignant at the violation of friendship; the next, he may implore commiseration for human frailty, and talk of nothing but charity and forgiveness.

It was said of a great British advocate, that in such a sphere as this, he moved triumphant.

It was in such a sphere as this, that James T. Brady moved and won his fame-a fame unmingled with political honors or official distinctions. His career depended upon no ephemeral titles-no loud