text:  I shall not say what I saw in that general receptacle of the day of horror--the range of low biers which lay surrounding the scaffold now the last resting-place of men who had but a few hours before flourished in the full possession of every faculty of our being; and still more with all those faculties in the full ardour of public life--with brilliant ambition to stimulate with prospects of boundless power to reward and with that most exhilarating and tempting spell of human existence popular acclamation resounding in their ears