8^ REMINISCENCES OF A HUNTSMAN. 



the admission that he had recently volunteered an 

 appearance in my favour, as he could tell no more 

 than any one else, told the jury " he could not ac- 

 count for the fact of his learned friend's having 

 placed that witness before them (looking full at 

 Mr. Cauty's hair, which was red), unless indeed it 

 was in an attempt to give a colour' to the defence!'' 



There was a man named Hook, who, by some 

 inexplicable error in my solicitor, Mr. Clarke of 

 Craven Street, was put up as a witness for the 

 defence — we had plenty of sensible men to offer 

 in his stead — who afforded considerable amuse- 

 ment. This man, though I had not spoken to 

 him twenty times in my life, would always call me 

 by my Christian name alone. Mr. Scarlett said, 

 " You seem very familiar with Mr. Berkeley," and 

 he said he was. Mr. Baring was examined, but 

 Scarlett declined to cross-examine him; and Mr. 

 William Norton produced the large pocket-book he 

 used in his trade — on the day in question he car- 

 ried it in his breast coat-pocket — and which, luckily, 

 received and stopped the point of a pitchfork, and 

 perhaps saved his life. Mr. Scarlett, in his speech 

 to the jury, coupled me, of course, with Berkeley 

 Castle and the riches of Colonel Berkeley, and en- 

 deavoured to make his lucid (!) listeners believe that 

 I was, or might be, the OAvner of those domains ; and 

 Brougham, in his reply, had to assure them that a 

 ghost had been trumped up by his learned friend, 

 with a view to their deception, and that I had no 

 more to do with the castle and its riches than the 

 Man in the Moon. However, the jury continued to 

 smile on Mr. Scarlett, a]id to nod their heads on all 

 his periods, as listeners at an opera do to each ca- 



