themselves, think it is a tribute to their virtue if they follow the litany of the State's Attorney.
I suppose it may have some effect with the court; I do not know. Anyway, those are the chances we take when we do our best to save life and reputation,
"Here, your clients have pleaded guilty to the most cold-blooded murder that ever took place in the history of the world. And how does a judge dare to refuse to hang by the neck until dead two cowardly ruffians who committed the coldest blooded murder in the history of the world?'
That is a good talking point.
I want to give some attention to this cold-blooded murder, your Honor.
Was it a cold-blooded murder?
Was it the most terrible murder that ever happened in the State of Illinois?
Was it the most dastardly act in the annals of crime?
No.
I insist, your Honor, that under all fair rules and measurements, this was one of the least dastardly and cruel of any that I have known anything about.
Now, let us see how we should measure it.
They say that this was a cruel murder, the worst that ever happened. I say that very few murders ever occurred that were as free from cruelty as this.
There ought to be some rule to determine whether a murder is exceedingly cruel or not.
Of course, your Honor, I admit that I hate killing, and I hate it no matter how it is done,—whether you shoot a man through the heart, or cut his head off with an axe, or kill him with a chisel or tie a rope around his neck, I hate it. I always did. I always shall.
But, there are degrees, and if I might be permitted to
