No More Learning

" Miss Whiff and Miss
Piff seeming to object to my droring mine along with theirs, I
drored another to aggravate 'em.
"Shall I be believed," says Our Missis, with flashing eyes,
"when I tell you that no sooner had I set my foot upon that
treacherous shore-"
Here Sniff, either busting out mad, or thinking aloud, says,
in a low voice, "Feet. Plural, you know. "
The cowering that come upon him when he was spurned by
all eyes, added to his being beneath contempt, was sufficient
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rendered more impressive by the turned-up female noses with
which it was pervaded, Our Missis went on:
"Shall I be believed when I tell you, that no sooner had I
landed," this word with a killing look at Sniff, "on that treach-
erous shore, then I was ushered into a Refreshment Room
where there were-I do not exaggerate actually eatable things
to eat? "
A groan burst from the ladies. I not only did myself the
honor of jining, but also of lengthening it out.
"Where there were," Our Missis added, "not only eatable
things to eat, but also drinkable things to drink? "
Miss Piff,
A murmur, swelling almost into a scream, ariz.
trembling with indignation, called out, Name! "
«<
"I will name," said Our Missis. "There was roast fowls, hot
and cold; there was smoking roast veal surrounded with browned
potatoes; there was hot soup with (again I ask, shall I be cred-
ited? ) nothing bitter in it, and no flour to choke off the con-
sumer; there was a variety of cold dishes set off with jelly;
there was salad; there was-mark me! -fresh pastry, and that
of a light construction; there was a luscious show of fruit; there
was bottles and decanters of sound small wine, of every size, and
adapted to every pocket; the same odious statement will apply
to brandy; and these were set out upon the counter so that all
could help themselves. "
Our Missis's lips so quivered, that Mrs. Sniff, though scarcely
less convulsed than she were, got up and held the tumbler to
them.
"This," proceeds Our Missis, "was my first unconstitutional
experience. Well would it have been if it had been my last and
worst. But no.
As I proceeded farther into that enslaved and
ignorant land, its aspect became more hideous. I need not ex-
plain to this assembly the ingredients and formation of the
British Refreshment sangwich ? »
Universal laughter,-except from Sniff, who as sangwich-
cutter, shook his head in a state of the utmost dejection as he
stood with it agin the wall.
"Well! " said Our Missis, with dilated nostrils.
"Take a
fresh, crisp, long, crusty penny loaf made of the whitest and
best flour. Cut it longwise through the middle. Insert a fair
and nicely fitting slice of ham. Tie a smart piece of ribbon
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end a neat wrapper of clean white paper by which to hold it.
And the universal French Refreshment sangwich busts on your
disgusted vision. "
A cry of "Shame! " from all
stomach with a soothing hand.
except Sniff, which rubbed his
"I need not," said Our Missis, "explain to this assembly the
usual formation and fitting of the British Refreshment room? »
No, no, and laughter; Sniff agin shaking his head in low
spirits agin the wall.
"Well," said Our Missis, "what would you say to a general
decoration of everythink, to hangings (sometimes elegant), to
easy velvet furniture, to abundance of little tables, to abundance
of little seats, to brisk bright waiters, to great convenience, to a
prevailing cleanliness and tastefulness, postively addressing the
public, and making the Beast thinking itself worth the pains? "
Contemptous fury on the part of all the ladies. Mrs. Sniff
looking as if she wanted somebody to hold her, and everybody
else looking as if they'd rayther not.
"Three times," said Our Missis, working herself into a truly
terrimenjious state, "three times did I
"three times did I see these shameful
things, only between the coast and Paris, and not counting
either: at Hazebroucke, at Arras, at Amiens. But worse remains.
Tell me, what would you call a person who should propose in
England that there should be kept, say at our own model Mugby
Junction, pretty baskets, each holding an assorted cold lunch and
dessert for one, each at a certain fixed price, and each within a
passenger's power to take away, to empty in the carriage at
perfect leisure, and to return at another station fifty or a hundred
miles farther on? "
-
There was disagreement what such a person should be called.
Whether revolutionist, atheist, Bright (I said him), or Un-English.
Miss Piff screeched her shrill opinion last, in the words, "A
malignant maniac! "
"I adopt," says Our Missis, "the brand set upon such a per-
son by the righteous indignation of my friend Miss Piff. A
malignant maniac. Know, then, that that malignant maniac has
sprung from the congenial soil of France, and that his malignant
madness was in unchecked action on this same part of my
journey. "
I noticed that Sniff was rubbing his hands, and that Mrs.
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particular notice, owing to the excited state in which the young
ladies was, and to feeling myself called upon to keep it up with
a howl.
"On my experience south of Paris," said Our Missis, in a deep
tone, "I will not expatiate. Too loathsome were the task! But
fancy this. Fancy a guard coming round, with the train at full
speed, to inquire how many for dinner. Fancy his telegraphing
forward the number of diners. Fancy every one expected, and
the table elegantly laid for the complete party. Fancy a charm-
ing dinner, in a charming room, and the head cook, concerned
for the honor of every dish, superintending in his clean white
jacket and cap. Fancy the Beast traveling six hundred miles on
end, very fast, and with great punctuality, yet being taught to
expect all this to be done for it! "
A spirited chorus of "The Beast! "
I noticed that Sniff was agin a-rubbing his stomach with a
soothing hand, and that he had drored up one leg. But agin I
didn't take particular notice, looking on myself as called upon to
stimilate public feeling. It being a lark besides.
"Putting everything together," said Our Missis, "French Re-
freshmenting comes to this, and oh, it comes to a nice total!
First: eatable things to eat, and drinkable things to drink. "
A groan from the young ladies, kep' up by me.
"Second: convenience, and even elegance. "
Another groan from the young ladies, kep' up by me.
"Third: moderate charges. "
This time a groan from me, kep' up by the young ladies.
"Fourth: - and here," says Our Missis, "I claim your angriest
sympathy, attention, common civility, nay, even politeness! "
Me and the young ladies regularly raging mad all together.
"And I cannot in conclusion," says Our Missis with her spite-
fullest sneer, "give you a completer pictur of that despicable
nation (after what I have related), than assuring you that they
wouldn't bear our constitutional ways and noble independence at
Mugby Junction for a single month, and that they would turn us
to the right-about and put another system in our places as soon
as look at us; perhaps sooner, for I do not believe they have the
good taste to care to look at us twice. "
The swelling tumult was arrested in its rise. Sniff, bore away
by his servile disposition, had drored up his leg with a higher
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corkscrew over his head. It was at this moment that Mrs. Sniff,
who had kep' her eye upon him like the fabled obelisk, descended
on her victim. Our Missis followed them both out, and cries was
heard in the sawdust department.
You come into the Down Refreshment Room at the Junction,
making believe you don't know me, and I'll pint you out with
my right thumb over my shoulder which is Our Missis, and which
is Miss Whiff, and which is Miss Piff, and which is Mrs. Sniff
But you won't get a chance to see Sniff, because he disappeared
that night. Whether he perished, tore to pieces, I cannot say;
but his corkscrew alone remains to bear witness to the servility
of his disposition.
THE BURNING OF NEWGATE
From Barnaby Rudge'
D
URING the whole of this day, every regiment in or near the
metropolis was on duty in one or other part of the town;
and the regulars and militia, in obedience to the orders
which were sent to every barrack and station within twenty-four
hours' journey, began to pour in by all the roads. But the dis-
turbances had attained to such a formidable height, and the
rioters had grown with impunity to be so audacious, that the
sight of this great force, continually augmented by new arrivals,
instead of operating as a check, stimulated them to outrages of
greater hardihood than any they had yet committed; and helped
to kindle a flame in London the like of which had never been
beheld, even in its ancient and rebellious times.
All yesterday, and on this day likewise, the commander-in-chief
endeavored to arouse the magistrates to a sense of their duty,
and in particular the Lord Mayor, who was the faintest-hearted
and most timid of them all. With this object, large bodies of
the soldiery were several times dispatched to the Mansion House
to await his orders: but as he could by no threats or persua-
sions be induced to give any, and as the men remained in the
open street,― fruitlessly for any good purpose, and thrivingly for
a very bad one,— these laudable attempts did harm rather than
good. For the crowd, becoming speedily acquainted with the
Lord Mayor's temper, did not fail to take advantage of it by
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Papists, and could not find it in their hearts to molest those who
were guilty of no other offense. These vaunts they took care to
make within the hearing of the soldiers; and they, being natu-
rally loath to quarrel with the people, received their advances
kindly enough; answering, when they were asked if they desired
to fire upon their countrymen, "No, they would be damned if
they did;" and showing much honest simplicity and good-nature.
The feeling that the military were No Popery men, and were
ripe for disobeying orders and joining the mob, soon became
very prevalent in consequence. Rumors of their disaffection, and
of their leaning towards the popular cause, spread from mouth to
mouth with astonishing rapidity; and whenever they were drawn
up idly in the streets or squares there was sure to be a crowd
about them, cheering, and shaking hands, and treating them with
a great show of confidence and affection.
By this time the crowd was everywhere; all concealment and
disguise were laid aside, and they pervaded the whole town. If
any man among them wanted money, he had but to knock at
the door of a dwelling-house, or walk into a shop, and demand
it in the rioters' name, and his demand was instantly complied
with. The peaceable citizens being afraid to lay hands upon them
singly and alone, it may be easily supposed that when gathered
together in bodies they were perfectly secure from interruption.
They assembled in the streets, traversed them at their will and
pleasure, and publicly concerted their plans. Business was quite
suspended; the greater part of the shops were closed; most of
the houses displayed a blue flag in token of their adherence to
the popular side; and even the Jews in Houndsditch, White-
chapel, and those quarters, wrote upon their doors or window-
shutters, "This House is a True Protestant. " The crowd was
the law, and never was the law held in greater dread or more
implicitly obeyed.
It was about six o'clock in the evening when a vast mob
poured into Lincoln's Inn Fields by every avenue, and divided—
evidently in pursuance of a previous design—into several parties.
It must not be understood that this arrangement was known to
the whole crowd, but that it was the work of a few leaders who,
mingling with the men as they came upon the ground, and call-
ing to them to fall into this or that party, effected it as rapidly
as if it had been determined on by a council of the whole num-
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It was perfectly notorious to the assemblage that the largest
body, which comprehended about two-thirds of the whole, was
designed for the attack on Newgate. It comprehended all the
rioters who had been conspicuous in any of their former pro-
ceedings; all those whom they recommended as daring hands
and fit for the work; all those whose companions had been taken
in the riots; and a great number of people who were relatives
or friends of felons in the jail. This last class included not only
the most desperate and utterly abandoned villains in London,
but some who were comparatively innocent. There was more
than one woman there, disguised in man's attire, and bent upon
the rescue of a child or brother. There were the two sons of a
man who lay under sentence of death, and who was to be exe-
cuted along with three others, on the next day but one. There
was a great party of boys whose fellow pickpockets were in the
prison; and at the skirts of all, a score of miserable women, out-
casts from the world, seeking to release some other fallen
creature as miserable as themselves, or moved by a general sym-
pathy perhaps -God knows-with all who were without hope
and wretched.
Old swords, and pistols without ball or powder; sledge-ham-
mers, knives, axes, saws, and weapons pillaged from the butch-
ers' shops; a forest of iron bars and wooden clubs; long ladders
for scaling the walls, each carried on the shoulders of a dozen
men; lighted torches; tow smeared with pitch, and tar, and
brimstone; staves roughly plucked from fence and paling; and
even crutches taken from crippled beggars in the streets, com-
posed their arms. When all was ready, Hugh and Dennis, with
Simon Tappertit between them, led the way. Roaring and
chafing like an angry sea, the crowd pressed after them.
Instead of going straight down Holborn to the jail, as all
expected, their leaders took the way to Clerkenwell, and pouring
down a quiet street, halted before a locksmith's house - the
Golden Key. .
The locksmith was taken to the head of the crowd, and re-
quired to walk between his two conductors; the whole body was
put in rapid motion; and without any shouting or noise they
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BREAKING the silence they had hitherto preserved, they raised
a great cry as soon as they were ranged before the jail, and de-
manded to speak with the governor. Their visit was not wholly
unexpected, for his house, which fronted the street, was strongly
barricaded, the wicket-gate of the prison was closed up, and at
no loophole or grating was any person to be seen. Before they
had repeated their summons many times, a man appeared upon
the roof of the governor's house, and asked what it was they
wanted.
Some said one thing, some another, and some only groaned
and hissed. It being now nearly dark, and the house high, many
persons in the throng were not aware that any one had come to
answer them, and continued their clamor until the intelligence
was gradually diffused through the whole concourse. Ten min-
utes or more elapsed before any one voice could be heard with
tolerable distinctness; during which interval the figure remained
perched alone, against the summer evening sky, looking down
into the troubled street.
"Are you," said Hugh at length, "Mr. Akerman, the head
jailer here? »
"Of course he is, brother," whispered Dennis. But Hugh,
without minding him, took his answer from the man himself.
་
"Yes," he said; "I am. "
"You have got some friends of ours in your custody, master. "
"I have a good many people in my custody. " He glanced
downward as he spoke, into the jail; and the feeling that he
could see into the different yards, and that he overlooked every-
thing which was hidden from their view by the rugged walls, so
lashed and goaded the mob that they howled like wolves.
"Deliver up our friends," said Hugh, "and you may keep the
rest. "
"It's my duty to keep them all. I shall do my duty. "
« If you don't throw the doors open, we shall break 'em
down," said Hugh; "for we will have the rioters out. "
"All I can do, good people," Akerman replied, "is to exhort
you to disperse; and to remind you that the consequences of
any disturbance in this place will be very severe, and bitterly
repented by most of you, when it is too late. "
He made as though he would retire when he had said these
words, but he was checked by the voice of the locksmith.
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"I will hear no more from any of you," replied the governor,
turning towards the speaker, and waving his hand.
«< But I am not one of them," said Gabriel. "I am an honest
man, Mr. Akerman; a respectable tradesman-Gabriel Varden,
the locksmith. You know me? ".
"You among the crowd! " cried the governor in an altered
voice.
"Brought here by force-brought here to pick the lock of
the great door for them," rejoined the locksmith. "Bear witness
for me, Mr. Akerman, that I refuse to do it; and that I will not
do it, come what may of my refusal. If any violence is done
to me, please to remember this. "
"Is there no way of helping you? " said the governor.
"None, Mr. Akerman. You'll do your duty, and I'll do mine.
Once again, you robbers and cut-throats," said the locksmith,
turning round upon them, "I refuse. Ah! Howl till you're
hoarse. I refuse. "
"Stay stay! " said the jailer, hastily. "Mr. Varden, I know
you for a worthy man, and one who would do no unlawful act
except upon compulsion -»
――――――
"Upon compulsion, sir," interposed the locksmith, who felt
that the tone in which this was said conveyed the speaker's
impression that he had ample excuse for yielding to the furious
multitude who beset and hemmed him in on every side, and
among whom he stood, an old man, quite alone,-" upon compul-
sion, sir, I'll do nothing. "
"Where is that man," said the keeper, anxiously, "who spoke
to me just now? "
"Here! " Hugh replied.
"Do you know what the guilt of murder is, and that by
keeping that honest tradesman at your side you endanger his
life! "
"We know it very well," he answered; "for what else did we
bring him here? Let's have our friends, master, and you shall
have your friend. Is that fair, lads? "
The mob replied to him with a loud hurrah!
་་
"You see how it is, sir," cried Varden.
"Keep 'em out, in
King George's name. Remember what I have said. Good-
night! "
There was no more parley. A shower of stones and other
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pressing on, and swarming round the walls, forced Gabriel Var-
den close up to the door.
In vain the basket of tools was laid upon the ground before
him, and he was urged in turn by promises, by blows, by offers
of reward and threats of instant death, to do the office for which
they had brought him there. "No," cried the sturdy locksmith,
"I will not. "
He had never loved his life so well as then, but nothing could
move him. The savage faces that glared upon him, look where
he would; the cries of those who thirsted like wild animals for
his blood; the sight of men pressing forward, and trampling
down their fellows, as they strove to reach him, and struck at
him above the heads of other men, with axes and with iron bars;
all failed to daunt him. He looked from man to man and face
to face, and still, with quickened breath and lessening color, cried
firmly, "I will not! "
Dennis dealt him a blow upon the face which felled him
to the ground. He sprang up again like a man in the prime
of life, and with blood upon his forehead caught him by the
throat.
"You cowardly dog! " he said: "Give me my daughter! Give
me my daughter! »
They struggled together.
Some cried "Kill him! " and some
(but they were not near enough) strove to trample him to death.
Tug as he would at the old man's wrists, the hangman could not
force him to unclinch his hands.
"Is this all the return you make me, you ungrateful mon-
ster? " he articulated with great difficulty, and with many oaths.
«<
Give me my daughter! " cried the locksmith, who was now
as fierce as those who gathered round him; "give me my daugh-
ter! "
He was down again, and up, and down once more, and buf-
feting with a score of them, who bandied him from hand to
hand, when one tall fellow, fresh from a slaughter-house, whose
dress and great thigh-boots smoked hot with grease and blood,
raised a pole-axe, and swearing a horrible oath, aimed it at the
old man's uncovered head. At that instant, and in the very act,
he fell himself, as if struck by lightning, and over his body a
one-armed man came darting to the locksmith's side.
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"Leave him to us! " they cried to Hugh-struggling as they
spoke, to force a passage backward through the crowd. "Leave
him to us. Why do you waste your whole strength on such as
he, when a couple of men can finish him in as many minutes!
You lose time. Remember the prisoners! remember Barnaby! "
The cry ran through the mob. Hammers began to rattle
on the walls; and every man strove to reach the prison, and be
among the foremost rank. Fighting their way through the press
and struggle, as desperately as if they were in the midst of
enemies rather than their own friends, the two men retreated
with the locksmith between them, and dragged him through the
very heart of the concourse.
And now the strokes began to fall like hail upon the gate
and on the strong building; for those who could not reach the
door spent their fierce rage on anything-even on the great
blocks of stone, which shivered their weapons into fragments,
and made their hands and arms to tingle as if the walls were
active in their stout resistance, and dealt them back their blows.
The clash of iron ringing upon iron mingled with the deafening
tumult and sounded high above it, as the great sledge-hammers
rattled on the nailed and plated door: the sparks flew off in
showers; men worked in gangs, and at short intervals relieved
each other, that all their strength might be devoted to the work;
but there stood the portal still, as grim and dark and strong as
ever, and saving for the dints upon its battered surface, quite
unchanged.
While some brought all their energies to bear upon this toil-
some task, and some, rearing ladders against the prison, tried to
clamber to the summit of the walls they were too short to scale,
and some again engaged a body of police a hundred strong, and
beat them back and trod them under foot by force of numbers,
others besieged the house on which the jailer had appeared, and
driving in the door, brought out his furniture and piled it up
against the prison gate to make a bonfire which should burn it
down. As soon
as this device was understood, all those who
had labored hitherto cast down their tools and helped to swell
the heap, which reached half-way across the street, and was so
high that those who threw more fuel on the top got up by lad-
ders. When all the keeper's goods were flung upon this costly
pile, to the last fragment, they smeared it with the pitch and tar
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To all the woodwork round the prison doors they did the like,
leaving not a joist or beam untouched. This infernal christen-
ing performed, they fired the pile with lighted matches and with
blazing tow, and then stood by, awaiting the result.
The furniture being very dry and rendered more combustible
by wax and oil, besides the arts they had used, took fire at once.
The flames roared high and fiercely, blackening the prison wall,
and twining up its lofty front like burning serpents. At first
they crowded round the blaze, and vented their exultation only
in their looks; but when it grew hotter and fiercer when it
crackled, leaped, and roared, like a great furnace - when it shone
upon the opposite houses and lighted up not only the pale and
wondering faces at the windows, but the inmost corners of each
habitation - when, through the deep red heat and glow, the fire
was seen sporting and toying with the door, now clinging to its
obdurate surface, now gliding off with fierce inconstancy and
soaring high into the sky, anon returning to fold it in its burn-
ing grasp and lure it to its ruin—when it shone and gleamed so
brightly that the church clock of St. Sepulchre's, so often point-
ing to the hour of death, was legible as in broad day, and the
vane upon its steeple-top glittered in the unwonted light like
something richly jeweled-when blackened stone and sombre
brick grew ruddy in the deep reflection, and windows shone like
burnished gold, dotting the longest distance in the fiery vista
with their specks of brightness-when wall and tower and roof
and chimney-stack seemed drunk, and in the flickering glare ap-
peared to reel and stagger-when scores of objects, never seen
before, burst out upon the view, and things the most familiar
put on some new aspect-then the mob began to join the whirl,
and with loud yells, and shouts, and clamor, such as happily is
seldom heard, bestirred themselves to feed the fire and keep it at
its height.
――
Although the heat was so intense that the paint on the houses
over against the prison parched and crackled up, and swelling
into boils as it were, from excess of torture, broke and crumbled
away; although the glass fell from the window-sashes, and the
lead and iron on the roofs blistered the incautious hand that
touched them, and the sparrows in the eaves took wing, and
rendered giddy by the smoke, fell fluttering down upon the blaz-
ing pile;-still the fire was tended unceasingly by busy hands, and
round it men were going always. They never slackened in their
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zeal, or kept aloof, but pressed upon the flames so hard that
those in front had much ado to save themselves from being
thrust in; if one man swooned or dropped, a dozen struggled for
his place, and that, although they knew the pain and thirst and
pressure to be unendurable. Those who fell down in fainting
fits, and were not crushed or burned, were carried to an inn-yard
close at hand, and dashed with water from a pump; of which
buckets full were passed from man to man among the crowd;
but such was the strong desire of all to drink, and such the
fighting to be first, that for the most part the whole contents
were spilled upon the ground, without the lips of one man being
moistened.
Meanwhile, and in the midst of all the roar and outcry, those
who were nearest to the pile heaped up again the burning frag-
ments that came toppling down, and raked the fire about the
door, which, although a sheet of flame, was still a door fast
locked and barred, and kept them out. Great pieces of blazing
wood were passed, besides, above the people's heads to such as
stood about the ladders, and some of these, climbing up to the
topmost stave, and holding on with one hand by the prison wall,
exerted all their skill and force to cast these fire-brands on the
roof, or down into the yards within. In many instances their
efforts were successful, which occasioned a new and appalling
addition to the horrors of the scene; for the prisoners within,
seeing from between their bars that the fire caught in many
places and thrived fiercely, and being all locked up in strong
cells for the night, began to know that they were in danger of
being burned alive. This terrible fear, spreading from cell to
cell and from yard to yard, vented itself in such dismal cries and
wailings, and in such dreadful shrieks for help, that the whole
jail resounded with the noise; which was loudly heard even above
the shouting of the mob and roaring of the flames, and was so
full of agony and despair that it made the boldest tremble.
The women who were looking on shrieked loudly, beat their
hands together, stopped their ears, and many fainted; the men
who were not near the walls and active in the siege, rather than
do nothing tore up the pavement of the street, and did so with
a haste and fury they could not have surpassed if that had been
the jail, and they were near their object. Not one living creature
in the throng was for an instant still.
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A shout! Another! Another yet, though few knew why, or
what it meant. But those around the gate had seen it slowly
yield, and drop from its topmost hinge. It hung on that side by
but one, but it was upright still because of the bar, and its hav-
ing sunk of its own weight into the heap of ashes at its foot.
There was now a gap at the top of the doorway, through which
could be descried a gloomy passage, cavernous and dark. Pile
up the fire!
It burned fiercely. The door was red-hot, and the gap wider.
They vainly tried to shield their faces with their hands, and
standing as if in readiness for a spring, watched the place. Dark
figures, some crawling on their hands and knees, some carried in
the arms of others, were seen to pass along the roof.
It was
plain the jail could hold out no longer. The keeper and his
officers, and their wives and children, were escaping. Pile up the
fire!
The door sank down again: it settled deeper in the cinders-
tottered-yielded-was down!
As they shouted again, they fell back for a moment, and left
a clear space about the fire that lay between them and the jail
entry. Hugh leaped upon the blazing heap, and scattering a
train of sparks into the air, and making the dark lobby glitter
with those that hung upon his dress, dashed into the jail.
The hangman followed. And then so many rushed upon their
track that the fire got trodden down and thinly strewn about the
street; but there was no need of it now, for inside and out, the
prison was in flames.
DURING the whole course of the terrible scene which was now
at its height, one man in the jail suffered a degree of fear and
mental torment which had no parallel in the endurance even of
those who lay under sentence of death.
When the rioters first assembled before the building, the
murderer was roused from sleep-if such slumbers as his may
have that blessed name - by the roar of voices, and the strug-
gling of a great crowd. He started up as these sounds met his
ear, and sitting on his bedstead, listened.
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After a short interval of silence the noise burst out again.
Still listening attentively, he made out in course of time that
the jail was besieged by a furious multitude. His guilty con-
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the fear upon him that he would be singled out and torn to
pieces.
Once impressed with the terror of this conceit, everything
tended to confirm and strengthen it. His double crime, the cir-
cumstances under which it had been committed, the length of
time that had elapsed, and its discovery in spite of all, made
him as it were the visible object of the Almighty's wrath. In
all the crime and vice and moral gloom of the great pest-house
of the capital, he stood alone, marked and singled out by his
great guilt, a Lucifer among the devils. The other prisoners
were a host, hiding and sheltering each other-a crowd like
that without the walls. He was one man against the whole
united concourse; a single, solitary, lonely man, from whom the
very captives in the jail fell off and shrunk appalled.
It might be that the intelligence of his capture having been
bruited abroad, they had come there purposely to drag him out
and kill him in the street; or it might be that they were the
rioters, and in pursuance of an old design had come to sack
the prison. But in either case he had no belief or hope that they
would spare him. Every shout they raised and every sound
they made was a blow upon his heart. As the attack went on,
he grew more wild and frantic in his terror; tried to pull away
the bars that guarded the chimney and prevented him from
climbing up; called loudly on the turnkeys to cluster round the
cell and save him from the fury of the rabble, or put him in
some dungeon underground, no matter of what depth, how dark
it was, or loathsome, or beset with rats and creeping things, so
that it hid him and was hard to find.
But no one came, or answered him. Fearful, even while he
cried to them, of attracting attention, he was silent. By-and-by
he saw, as he looked from his grated window, a strange glim-
mering on the stone walls and pavement of the yard.
It was
feeble at first, and came and went, as though some officers with
torches were passing to and fro upon the roof of the prison.
Soon it reddened, and lighted brands came whirling down, spat-
tering the ground with fire, and burning sullenly in corners.
One rolled beneath a wooden bench and set it in a blaze;
another caught a water-spout, and so went climbing up the wall,
leaving a long straight track of fire behind it. After a time, a
slow thick shower of burning fragments, from some upper portion
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door.
Remembering that it opened outwards, he knew that
every spark which fell upon the heap, and in the act lost its
bright life and died an ugly speck of dust and rubbish, helped
to entomb him in a living grave. Still, though the jail resounded
with shrieks and cries for help,- though the fire bounded up as
if each separate flame had had a tiger's life, and roared as though
in every one there were a hungry voice-though the heat began
to grow intense, and the air suffocating, and the clamor without
increased, and the danger of his situation even from one merci-
less element was every moment more extreme,- still he was
afraid to raise his voice again, lest the crowd should break in,
and should, of their own ears or from the information given them
by the other prisoners, get the clew to his place of confinement.
Thus fearful alike of those within the prison and of those with-
out; of noise and silence; light and darkness; of being released,
and being left there to die: he was so tortured and tormented,
that nothing man has ever done to man in the horrible caprice
of power and cruelty, exceeds his self-inflicted punishment.
Now, now, the door was down. Now they came rushing
through the jail, calling to each other in the vaulted passages;
clashing the iron gates dividing yard from yard; beating at the
doors of cells and wards; wrenching off bolts and locks and
bars; tearing down the doorposts to get men out; endeavoring
to drag them by main force through gaps and windows where
a child could scarcely pass; whooping and yelling without a
moment's rest; and running through the heat and flames as if
they were cased in metal. By their legs, their arms, the hair
upon their heads, they dragged the prisoners out. Some threw
themselves upon the captives as they got towards the door, and
tried to file away their irons; some danced about them with a
frenzied joy, and rent their clothes, and were ready, as it seemed,
to tear them limb from limb. Now a party of a dozen men
came darting through the yard into which the murderer cast
fearful glances from his darkened window; dragging a prisoner
along the ground, whose dress they had nearly torn from his
body in their mad eagerness to set him free, and who was bleed-
ing and senseless in their hands. Now a score of prisoners ran
to and fro, who had lost themselves in the intricacies of the
prison, and were so bewildered with the noise and glare that
they knew not where to turn or what to do, and still cried
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whose theft had been a loaf of bread or scrap of butcher's
meat, came skulking past, barefooted — going slowly away be-
cause that jail, his house, was burning; not because he had any
other, or had friends to meet, or old haunts to revisit, or any
liberty to gain but liberty to starve and die. And then a knot
of highwaymen went trooping by, conducted by the friends
they had among the crowd, who muffled their fetters as they
went along with handkerchiefs and bands of hay, and wrapped
them in coats and cloaks, and gave them drink from bottles,
and held it to their lips, because of their handcuffs which there
was no time to remove. All this, and Heaven knows how much
more, was done amidst a noise, a hurry, and distraction, like
nothing that we know of even in our dreams; which seemed for-
ever on the rise, and never to decrease for the space of a single
instant.
He was still looking down from his window upon these things,
when a band of men with torches, ladders, axes, and many
kinds of weapons, poured into the yard, and hammering at his
door, inquired if there were any prisoner within. He left the
window when he saw them coming, and drew back into the
remotest corner of the cell; but although he returned them no
answer, they had a fancy that some one was inside, for they
presently set ladders against it, and began to tear away the bars
at the casement; not only that, indeed, but with pickaxes to
hew down the very stones in the wall.
As soon as they had made a breach at the window, large
enough for the admission of a man's head, one of them thrust
in a torch and looked all round the room. He followed this
man's gaze until it rested on himself, and heard him demand
why he had not answered, but made him no reply.
In the general surprise and wonder, they were used to this;
without saying anything more, they enlarged the breach until it
was large enough to admit the body of a man, and then came
dropping down upon the floor, one after another, until the cell
was full. They caught him up among them, handed him to the
window, and those who stood upon the ladders passed him down
upon the pavement of the yard. Then the rest came out, one
after another, and bidding him fly and lose no time, or the way
would be choked up, hurried away to rescue others.
It seemed not a minute's work from first to last.
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yard was filled again, and a crowd rushed on, hurrying Barnaby
among them.
In another minute- not so much: another min-
ute! the same instant, with no lapse or interval between! - he
and his son were being passed from hand to hand, through the
dense crowd in the street, and were glancing backward at a
burning pile which some one said was Newgate.
When he [the hangman] had issued his instructions relative
to every other part of the building, and the mob were dispersed
from end to end, and busy at their work, he took a bundle of
keys from a kind of cupboard in the wall, and going by a pri-
vate passage near the chapel (it joined the governor's house, and
was then on fire), betook himself to the condemned cells, which
were a series of small, strong, dismal rooms, opening on a low
gallery, guarded at the end at which he entered by a strong
iron wicket, and at its opposite extremity by two doors and a
thick grate. Having double-locked the wicket and assured him-
self that the other entrances were well secured, he sat down on
a bench in the gallery and sucked the head of his stick with an
air of the utmost complacency, tranquillity, and contentment.
It would have been strange enough, a man's enjoying himself
in this quiet manner while the prison was burning and such a
tumult was cleaving the air, though he had been outside the walls.
But here in the very heart of the building, and moreover,
with the prayers and cries of the four men under sentence
sounding in his ears, and their hands, stretched out through the
gratings in their cell doors, clasped in frantic entreaty before
his very eyes, it was particularly remarkable. Indeed, Mr. Den-
nis appeared to think it an uncommon circumstance, and to
banter himself upon it; for he thrust his hat on one side as
some men do when they are in a waggish humor, sucked the
head of his stick with a higher relish, and smiled as though he
would say: "Dennis, you're a rum dog; you're a queer fellow;
you're capital company, Dennis, and quite a character! "
He sat in this way for some minutes, while the four men in
the cells, certain that somebody had entered the gallery but un-
able to see who, gave vent to such piteous entreaties as wretches
in their miserable condition may be supposed to have been
inspired with; urging whoever it was to set them at liberty, for
the love of Heaven; and protesting with great fervor, and truly
enough perhaps for the time, that if they escaped they would
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before God or man, but would lead penitent and sober lives, and
sorrowfully repent the crimes they had committed. The terrible
energy with which they spoke would have moved any person, no
matter how good or just (if any good or just person could have
strayed into that sad place that night), to set them at liberty,
and while he would have left any other punishment to its free
course, to save them from this last dreadful and repulsive pen-
alty; which never turned a man inclined to evil, and has hard-
ened thousands who were half inclined to good.
Mr. Dennis, who had been bred and nurtured in the good
old school, and had administered the good old laws on the good
old plan, always once and sometimes twice every six weeks, for a
long time bore these appeals with a deal of philosophy. Being
at last, however, rather disturbed in his pleasant reflection by
their repetition, he rapped at one of the doors with his stick,
and cried,-
―
"Hold your noise there, will you? "
Mr. Dennis resumed in a sort of coaxing tone:
"Now look'ee here, you four. I'm come here to take care of
you, and see that you ain't burnt, instead of the other thing.
It's no use you making any noise, for you won't be found out by
them as has broken in, and you'll only be hoarse when you come
to the speeches, which is a pity. What I say in respect to the
speeches always is, 'Give it mouth. ' That's my maxim. Give it
mouth. I've heerd," said the hangman, pulling off his hat to
take his handkerchief from the crown and wipe his face, and
then putting it on again a little more on one side than before,
"I've heerd a eloquence on them boards,-you know what boards
I mean,- and have heerd a degree of mouth given to them
speeches, that they was as clear as a bell, and as good as a play.
There's a pattern! And always, when a thing of this natur's
to come off, what I stand up for is a proper frame of mind.
Let's have a proper frame of mind, and we can go through
with it, creditable — pleasant-sociable. Whatever you do (and
I address myself in particular to you in the furthest), never
snivel. I'd sooner by half, though I lose by it, see a man tear
his clothes a-purpose to spile 'em before they come to me, than
find him sniveling. It is ten to one a better frame of mind,
every way! "
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MONSEIGNEUR
From A Tale of Two Cities >
M
ONSEIGNEUR, one of the great lords in power at the Court,
held his fortnightly reception in his grand hotel in Paris.
Monseigneur was in his inner room, his sanctuary of
sanctuaries, the Holiest of Holiests to the crowd of worshipers
in the suite of rooms without. Monseigneur was about to take
his chocolate. Monseigneur could swallow a great many things
with ease, and was by some few sullen minds supposed to be
rather rapidly swallowing France; but his morning's chocolate
could not so much as get into the throat of Monseigneur with-
out the aid of four strong men besides the Cook.
Yes. It took four men, all four ablaze with gorgeous deco-
ration, and the Chief of them unable to exist with fewer than
two gold watches in his pocket, emulative of the noble and
chaste fashion set by Monseigneur, to conduct the happy choco-
late to Monseigneur's lips. One lackey carried the chocolate pot
into the sacred presence; a second milled and frothed the choco-
late with the little instrument he bore for that function; a third
presented the favored napkin; a fourth (he of the two gold
watches) poured the chocolate out. It was impossible for Mon-
seigneur to dispense with one of these attendants on the chocolate
and hold his high place under the admiring heavens. Deep
would have been the blot upon his escutcheon if his chocolate
had been ignobly waited on by only three men; he must have
died of two.
Monseigneur had been out at a little supper last night, where
the Comedy and the Grand Opera were charmingly represented.
Monseigneur was out at a little supper most nights, with fasci-
nating company. So polite and so impressible was Monseigneur,
that the Comedy and the Grand Opera had far more influence
with him in the tiresome articles of state affairs and state secrets
than the needs of all France. A happy circumstance for France,
as the like always is for all countries similarly favored! - always
was for England (by way of example) in the regretted days of
the merry Stuart who sold it.
Monseigneur had one truly noble idea of general public busi-
ness, which was to let everything go on in its own way; of par-
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idea that it must all go his way- tend to his own power and
pocket.
Of his pleasures, general and particular, Monseigneur
had the other truly noble idea, that the world was made for
them. The text of his order (altered from the original by only
a pronoun, which is not much) ran, "The earth and the fullness
thereof are mine, saith Monseigneur. "
Yet Monseigneur had slowly found that vulgar embarrass-
ments crept into his affairs, both private and public; and he had,
as to both classes of affairs, allied himself perforce with a Far-
mer-General. As to finances public, because Monseigneur could
not make anything at all of them, and must consequently let
them out to somebody who could; as to finances private, because
Farmers-General were rich, and Monseigneur, after generations
of great luxury and expense, was growing poor. Hence Mon-
seigneur had taken his sister from a convent while there was yet
time to ward off the impending veil, the cheapest garment she
could wear, and had bestowed her as a prize upon a very rich
Farmer-General, poor in family. Which Farmer-General, carry-
ing an appropriate cane with a golden apple on the top of it,
was now among the company in the outer rooms, much prostrated
before by mankind—always excepting superior mankind of the
blood of Monseigneur, who, his own wife included, looked down
upon him with the loftiest contempt.
A sumptuous man was the Farmer-General. Thirty horses
stood in his stables, twenty-four male domestics sat in his halls,
six body-women waited on his wife. As one who pretended to
do nothing but plunder and forage where he could, the Farmer-
General - howsoever his matrimonial relations conduced to social
morality was at least the greatest reality among the personages
who attended at the hotel of Monseigneur that day.
For the rooms, though a beautiful scene to look at, and
adorned with every device of decoration that the taste and skill
of the time could achieve, were in truth not a sound business;
considered with any reference to the scarecrows in the rags and
nightcaps elsewhere (and not so far off, either, but that the
watching towers of Notre-Dame, almost equidistant from the two
extremes, could see them both), they would have been an exceed-
ingly uncomfortable business-if that could have been anybody's
business, at the house of Monseigneur. Military officers desti-
tute of military knowledge; naval officers with no idea of a ship;
civil officers without a notion of affairs; brazen ecclesiastics,
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of the worst world worldly, with sensual eyes, loose tongues,
and looser lives; all totally unfit for their several callings,
all lying horribly in pretending to belong to them, but all
nearly or remotely of the order of Monseigneur, and therefore
foisted on all public employments from which anything was to
be got these were to be told off by the score and the score.
People not immediately connected with Monseigneur or the
State, yet equally unconnected with anything that was real, or
with lives passed in traveling by any straight road to any true
earthly end, were no less abundant. Doctors who made great
fortunes out of dainty remedies for imaginary disorders that
never existed, smiled upon their courtly patients in the ante-cham-
bers of Monseigneur. Projectors who had discovered every kind
of remedy for the little evils with which the State was touched,
except the remedy of setting to work in earnest to root out a
single sin, poured their distracting babble into any ears they
could lay hold of, at the reception of Monseigneur. Unbelieving
Philosophers who were remodeling the world with words, and
making card-towers of Babel to scale the skies with, talked with
unbelieving Chemists who had an eye on the transmutation of
metals, at this wonderful gathering accumulated by Monseigneur.
Exquisite gentlemen of the finest breeding, which was at that
remarkable time—and has ever since—to be known by its fruits
of indifference to every natural subject of human interest, were
in the most exemplary state of exhaustion, at the hotel of Mon-
seigneur. Such homes had these various notabilities left behind
them in the fine world of Paris, that the Spies among the assem-
bled devotees of Monseigneur - forming a goodly half of the
polite company-would have found it hard to discover among
the angels of that sphere one solitary wife who in her manners
and appearance owned to being a mother. Indeed, except for
the mere act of bringing a troublesome creature into this world
which does not go far towards the realization of the name of
mother—there was no such thing known to the fashion. Peasant
women kept the unfashionable babies close, and brought them
up; and charming grandmammas of sixty dressed and supped as
at twenty.
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The leprosy of unreality disfigured every human creature in
attendance upon Monseigneur. In the outermost room were half
a dozen exceptional people who had had, for a few years, some
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rather wrong. As a promising way of setting them right, half
of the half-dozen had become members of a fantastic sect of
Convulsionists, and were even then considering within themselves.
whether they should foam, rage, roar, and turn cataleptic on the
spot-thereby setting up a highly intelligible finger-post to the
Future for Monseigneur's guidance. Besides these Dervishes
were other three who had rushed into another sect, which
mended matters with a jargon about "the Centre of truth":
holding that Man had got out of the Centre of truth—which did
not need much demonstration- but had not got out of the Cir-
cumference, and that he was to be kept from flying out of the
Circumference, and was even to be shoved back into the Centre,
by fasting and seeing of spirits. Among these, accordingly, much
discoursing with spirits went on-and it did a world of good
which never became manifest.
But the comfort was, that all the company at the grand hotel
of Monseigneur were perfectly dressed. If the Day of Judgment
had only been ascertained to be a dress day, everybody there
would have been eternally correct. Such frizzling and powdering
and sticking-up of hair, such delicate complexions artificially
preserved and mended, such gallant swords to look at, and such
delicate honor to the sense of smell, would surely keep anything
going for ever and ever. The exquisite gentlemen of the finest
breeding wore little pendent trinkets that chinked as they lan-
guidly moved; these golden fetters rang like precious little bells;
and what with that ringing, and with the rustle of silk and
brocade and fine linen, there was a flutter in the air that fanned
Saint Antoine and his devouring hunger far away.
Dress was the one unfailing talisman and charm used for
keeping all things in their places. Everybody was dressed for a
Fancy Ball that was never to leave off. From the Palace of the
Tuileries, through Monseigneur and the whole Court, through
the Chambers, the Tribunals of Justice, and all society (except
the scarecrows), the Fancy Ball descended to the Common Exe-
cutioner; who in pursuance of the charm was required to offi-
ciate "frizzled, powdered, in a gold-laced coat, pumps, and white
silk stockings. " At the gallows and the wheel-the axe was a
rarity Monsieur Paris, -as it was the episcopal mode among
his brother Professors of the provinces, Monsieur Orleans and
the rest, to call him,- presided in this dainty dress. And who
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hundred-and-eightieth year of our Lord could possibly doubt
that a system rooted in a frizzled hangman, powdered, gold-laced,
pumped, and white-silk-stockinged, would see the very stars out!
Monseigneur, having eased his four men of their burdens and
taken his chocolate, caused the doors of the Holiest of Holiests
to be thrown open, and issued forth. Then what submission,
what cringing and fawning, what servility, what abject humilia-
tion! As to bowing down in body and spirit, nothing in that
way was left for Heaven - which may have been one among other
reasons why the worshipers of Monseigneur never troubled it.
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Bestowing a word of promise here and a smile there, a whisper
on one happy slave and a wave of the hand on another, Mon-
seigneur affably passed through his rooms to the remote region of
the Circumference of Truth. There Monseigneur turned and came
back again, and so in due course of time got himself shut up in
his sanctuary by the chocolate sprites, and was seen no more.
The show being over, the flutter in the air became quite a
little storm, and the precious little bells went ringing down-stairs.
There was soon but one person left of all the crowd, and he,
with his hat under his arm and his snuff-box in his hand, slowly
passed among the mirrors on his way out.
"I devote you," said this person, stopping at the last door on
his way, and turning in the direction of the sanctuary, "to the
Devil! "
With that, he shook the snuff from his fingers as if he had
shaken the dust from his feet, and quietly walked down-stairs.
He was a man of about sixty, handsomely dressed, haughty
in manner, and with a face like a fine mask. A face of a trans-
parent paleness; every feature in it clearly defined; one set
expression on it. The nose, beautifully formed otherwise, was
very slightly pinched at the top of each nostril. In those two
compressions, or dints, the only little change that the face ever
showed, resided. They persisted in changing color sometimes,
and they would be occasionally dilated and contracted by some-
thing like a faint pulsation; then they gave a look of treachery
and cruelty to the whole countenance. Examined with attention,
its capacity of helping such a look was to be found in the line
of the mouth and the lines of the orbits of the eyes, being much
too horizontal and thin; still, in the effect the face made, it was
a handsome face, and a remarkable one.
Its owner went down-stairs into the courtyard, got into his
carriage, and drove away.