Pyrrhic Victory Essay
Pyrrhic Victory
Sir Edward Thomas Pickerd, administrator of Norfolk Island, addressed the couple on the road beside the cemetery. “Good morning, Sir Arthur and Lady Hastings. I am Sir Edward. May I tell you about Bartholomew Kelly?
The couple nodded.
“He was born in Kilmurray, County Cork, in 1816. His mother was a streetwalker, his father but one in a sea of faces, all named ‘Kelly.’ His life ended here in 1845, hanged with other convicts for attempting the piracy of HMS Governor Phillip.
“At five, Bartholomew was placed in an orphanage. At seven, he was sent to a workhouse. During the transfer, he escaped to the streets, but was apprehended.
“He seemed always to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. When he and two older cellmates were …show more content…
“I ain’t goin' back. Nevah! I’m bustin’ free. Gonna get money and get out of London.”
“What with, these belayin’ pins?” asked McGonigle.
“You hang onto that pike,” said O’Brien said to Kelly. “Me and McGonigle here is gonna get us some money. See that old bloke? Bet he’s got a stash.”
“You can’t rob an old man,” said Kelly. “Well, I can’t.”
“You stay here,” instructed O’Brien. The two others followed the man into an alley. While Bartholomew watched in horror, they beat the man to death.
“The bloke had two pounds ten shillings,” said O’Brien.
A Bobbie appeared and blew his whistle. Three more Bobbies converged from opposite ends of the alley.
The three were taken to Parkhurst Prison and were held for several days before being brought before Criminal Court. Asked what they pleaded. “Not guilty!” responded O’Brien and McGonigle.
“And how do you plead, Mr…. Mr…. Mr. Kelly?”
“Begging the court’s indulgence, M’Lord.” The voice came from behind the prisoner dock.
“Advance.”
“M’Lord, I am the Reverend John Flood. Bartholomew Kelly cannot afford an attorney and asks to address the court.”
“Granted.”
Bartholomew moved away from the others and focused on the judge. “I din’t do nothin’.”
“M’Lord,” coached Rev.
Sir Edward Thomas Pickerd, administrator of Norfolk Island, addressed the couple on the road beside the cemetery. “Good morning, Sir Arthur and Lady Hastings. I am Sir Edward. May I tell you about Bartholomew Kelly?
The couple nodded.
“He was born in Kilmurray, County Cork, in 1816. His mother was a streetwalker, his father but one in a sea of faces, all named ‘Kelly.’ His life ended here in 1845, hanged with other convicts for attempting the piracy of HMS Governor Phillip.
“At five, Bartholomew was placed in an orphanage. At seven, he was sent to a workhouse. During the transfer, he escaped to the streets, but was apprehended.
“He seemed always to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. When he and two older cellmates were …show more content…
“I ain’t goin' back. Nevah! I’m bustin’ free. Gonna get money and get out of London.”
“What with, these belayin’ pins?” asked McGonigle.
“You hang onto that pike,” said O’Brien said to Kelly. “Me and McGonigle here is gonna get us some money. See that old bloke? Bet he’s got a stash.”
“You can’t rob an old man,” said Kelly. “Well, I can’t.”
“You stay here,” instructed O’Brien. The two others followed the man into an alley. While Bartholomew watched in horror, they beat the man to death.
“The bloke had two pounds ten shillings,” said O’Brien.
A Bobbie appeared and blew his whistle. Three more Bobbies converged from opposite ends of the alley.
The three were taken to Parkhurst Prison and were held for several days before being brought before Criminal Court. Asked what they pleaded. “Not guilty!” responded O’Brien and McGonigle.
“And how do you plead, Mr…. Mr…. Mr. Kelly?”
“Begging the court’s indulgence, M’Lord.” The voice came from behind the prisoner dock.
“Advance.”
“M’Lord, I am the Reverend John Flood. Bartholomew Kelly cannot afford an attorney and asks to address the court.”
“Granted.”
Bartholomew moved away from the others and focused on the judge. “I din’t do nothin’.”
“M’Lord,” coached Rev.