“He was dead—the head of a high tribunal, the upright magistrate whose irreproachable life was a proverb in all the courts of France.”
In The Diary of a Madman, a renowned and respected judge of the highest order dies at the age of eighty-two. All his life he had dedicated to pursuing the most vicious criminals and to defending the weak and helpless. Defendants trembled because It was as if he could read the minds of those who were to be tried in his court. At his funeral, soldiers carried his coffin and there were many tears as this respected and venerable magistrate was finally laid to rest.