twelve o'clock
Nicholas ! you have been tried before a tribunal of the land , by the laws of your state , and found guilty by a tribunal of competent men . Nothing is now left for me but to pass sentence upon you in accordance with the law . The sentence of the court is , that you be taken hence to the prison from whence you came , and on this day week , at twelve o'clock , from thence to the gallows erected in the yard thereof , and there and then be hanged by the neck until you are dead ; and may the Lord have mercy on your soul ! '' His honour , concluding nervously , orders the jury to be dismissed , and the court adjourned . How burns the inward hate of the oppressed culprit , as mutely , his hands pinioned , and the heavy chain about his neck , he is led away to his prison-house , followed by a deriding crowd . `` Come that happy day , when men will cease to make their wrong fire my very blood ! ''