of his dinner. Another warden with a bunch
of keys came from a gloomy building that
formed one side of the court. " Go up," he
said to the pedestrian; who disappeared up
a staircase instantly.

"Where are you from?" the jailor asked
me, and " What are you here for?" Being
replied to on these points, he said shortly,
"Come this way." He led up the dark stone
staircase to a corridor with cells on one side,
having iron doors to them a foot or more in
thickness. One of those cells was to be
mine. Venturing as I went in to ask
"Whether I might be allowed to walk in the
yard when I pleased?" he answered sharply,
" You'll just please to walk where and when
you're told." He slammed the door, bolted
it, locked, and padlocked it.

The cell was about eight feet by four,
lighted by a loophole above eye-level. It
contained, besides an iron bedstead with a straw
mattress and two coarse rugs upon it, an
uncomfortable stool and a slanting reading-
desk fastened to the wall, on which were
a Bible, a prayer-book, and hymn-book.
Alone for the first time since my apprehension,
I stretched myself upon the bed; and,
with my hands over my eyes endeavoured to
collect my thoughts. I was soon aroused
by the undoing of bolts and bars below,
while a stentorian voice shouted from the
yard, "All — down!" I heard the cell doors
being opened in the corridor; and, in due turn
mine was flung open, and the jailor looked
in. The impression my body had left upon
the rugs enraged him dreadfully. " What,"
he cried, almost in a scream, " you've been
a lying on that 'ere bed, have you! You just
let me catch you on it again till night, that's
all!"

"Oh," I said soothingly, " I didn't know.
Now that I do know, I will not lie down
again."

"If I find you on it again I'll have you
up before the governor or stop your supper.
That's all. Go down."

In the yard I found nine fellow "remands;"
two or three of them well dressed, the others
ragged. Those who were near me asked
particulars about myself, and were
communicative about themselves. We fell into line.
An iron gate was unbolted, and at the same
time there was a cry of "Hats off!" The
governor appeared, with the head warden and
a small pet spaniel. " Have any of you any
thing to say to the governor?" asked the
warden. The governor himself repeated the
question, and at the same time looked at us
critically. There was silence, and the governor
departed. We returned then to our
cells; and, for the rest of the afternoon I
remained undisturbed, except by the clock of
St. Sepulchre's and the occasional shout of
"One in;" which let me know that time as it
passed on never found Newgate idle.

Almost simultaneously with the striking
of five from St. Sepulchre's, I heard the

shout of " Gruel!" followed by a clink of
cans and spoons. My cell was unbolted,
and there was handed in to me a tin of
smoking gruel, and a piece of dry bread.
I am not squeamish, but I could not eat it.
I knew that my wife with our home walls
about her felt more desolate than I. I left
my gruel and my bread, after a vain struggle
to eat them. In a short time the jailor came
and took away the can, ordering me down
for a half hour's walk in the yard.

Just before locking up for the night at eight
o'clock, the cell doors were again opened and
the prisoners invited to drink from a bucket
of water, by the help of a little can. Chains,
padlocks, and additional bolts noisily
adjusted, made all safe for the night; and, when
the work of fastening was finished, the head
warden came through the silence with a
measured tread, and, raising a little peep-
hole in each door, bade " Good night" to
each prisoner; awaiting a reply, in order that
he might report to the governor that all
was well. Until six in the morning all was
quiet.

The sounds of keys and bolts aroused me
in the morning. I had some experience of
soldiers' beds and how they are made;
and the Newgate beds are of the barrack
character. Hearing my neighbours who had
made their beds up clumsily sharply
admonished, I packed mine up in military style
before the jailor came to me. He looked
surprised and gratified. The order being " Go
below and wash," I obeyed it, and washed
with the help of a bucket at the cistern
tap in the yard and a very small piece of
soap, finishing off with a towel that had
been made very damp by having gone the
rounds before I took my turn at it. When
I came back, the jailor — who had not lived
down his admiration of my bed-making —
took me to a cell not far from my own and
bade me teach that shiftless Bilson how to
make up a bed, exhorting Bilson at the
same time to heed the lesson. Bilson of
course introduced himself to me with the
questions " When are you going up?" " What
are you in for?" &c., which supply to
Newgate prisoners such a topic as the weather is,
to men out in the free air.

I was glad to get with my gruel and
bread, at half-past seven, the information
that if, when my friends came to see me,
they left any money with the porter at
the gate I might buy myself provisions
out of it. Of course there were restirictions.
Cold beef and mutton were admissible, pork
and veal were excluded. I could be allowed
a little butter or cheese, but not eggs and
not bacon. There is a person, I was told,
just outside the gates who regularly supplies
prisoners in Newgate for whom the door-
keeper has funds in trust, with the regulation
comforts, including coffee and rolls in
the morning, tea and toast in the afternoon
There was incidental relaxation also, as I