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Mr. Gradgrind was much obliged. "Mr. M'Choakumchild, we
only wait for you.
So Mr. M'Choakumchild began in his best manner. He and
some one hundred and forty other schoolmasters had been lately
turned at the same time, in the same factory, on the same prin-
ciples, like so many pianoforte legs. He had been put through
an immense variety of paces, and had answered volumes of head-
breaking questions. Orthography, etymology, syntax, and prosody,
biography, astronomy, geography, and general cosmography, the
sciences of compound proportion, algebra, land-surveying and
leveling, vocal music, and drawing from models, were all at the
ends of his ten chilled fingers. He had worked his stony way
into her Majesty's most Honorable Privy Council's Schedule B,
and had taken the bloom off the higher branches of mathematics
and physical science, French, German, Latin, and Greek. He
knew all about all the Water Sheds of all the world (whatever
they are), and all the histories of all the peoples, and all the
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names of all the rivers and mountains, and all the productions,
manners, and customs of all the countries, and all their bounda-
ries and bearings on the two-and-thirty points of the compass.
Ah, rather overdone, M'Choakumchild. If he had only learned a
little less, how infinitely better he might have taught much
more!
He went to work in this preparatory lesson not unlike Mor-
giana in the 'Forty Thieves': looking into all the vessels ranged
before him, one after another, to see what they contained. Say,
good M'Choakumchild. When from thy boiling store thou shalt
fill each jar brim-full, by-and-by, dost thou think that thou wilt.
always kill outright the robber Fancy lurking within-or some-
times only maim him and distort him!
THE BOY AT MUGBY
From Mugby Junction'
AM the boy at Mugby. That's about what I am.
I
You don't know what I mean? What a pity! But I think
you do.
I think you must. Look here. I am the Boy at
what is called The Refreshment Room at Mugby Junction, and
what's proudest boast is, that it never yet refreshed a mortal
being.
Up in a corner of the Down Refreshment Room at Mugby
Junction, in the height of twenty-seven cross draughts (I've often
counted 'em while they brush the First Class hair twenty-seven
ways), behind the bottles, among the glasses, bounded on the
nor'west by the beer, stood pretty far to the right of a metallic
object that's at times the tea-urn and at times the soup-tureen,
according to the nature of the last twang imparted to its contents,
which are the same groundwork, fended off from the traveler by
a barrier of stale sponge-cakes erected atop of the counter, and
lastly exposed sideways to the glare of Our Missis's eye-you
ask a Boy so sitiwated, next time you stop in a hurry at Mugby,
for anything to drink; you take particular notice that he'll try
to seem not to hear you, that he'll appear in a absent manner
to survey the Line through a transparent medium composed of
your head and body, and that he won't serve you as long as you
can possibly bear it.
That's me.
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What a lark it is! We are the Model Establishment, we are,
at Mugby. Other Refreshment Rooms send their imperfect young
ladies up to be finished off by our Missis. For some of the
young ladies, when they're new to the business, come into it
mild! Ah! Our Missis, she soon takes that out of 'em. Why,
I originally come into the business meek myself. But Our
Missis, she soon took that out of me.
What a delightful lark it is! I look upon us Refreshmenters
as ockipying the only proudly independent footing on the Line.
There's Papers, for instance,- my honorable friend, if he will
allow me to call him so,-him as belongs to Smith's bookstall.
Why, he no more dares to be up to our Refreshmenting games
than he dares to jump atop of a locomotive with her steam at
full pressure, and cut away upon her alone, driving himself, at
limited-mail speed. Papers, he'd get his head punched at every
compartment, first, second, and third, the whole length of a
train, if he was to ventur' to imitate my demeanor. It's the
same with the porters, the same with the guards, the same with
the ticket clerks, the same the whole way up to the secretary,
traffic manager, or very chairman. There ain't a one among 'em
on the nobly independent footing we are. Did you ever catch
one of them, when you wanted anything of him, making a sys-
tem of surveying the Line through a transparent medium com-
posed of your head and body? I should hope not.
You should see our Bandolining Room at Mugby Junction.
It's led to by the door behind the counter, which you'll notice
usually stands ajar, and it's the room where Our Missis and our
young ladies Bandolines their hair. You should see 'em at it,
betwixt trains, Bandolining away, as if they was anointing them-
selves for the combat. When you're telegraphed you should see
their noses all agoing up with scorn, as if it was a part of the
working of the same Cooke and Wheatstone electrical machinery.
You should hear Our Missis give the word, "Here comes the
Beast to be Fed! " and then you should see 'em indignantly
skipping across the Line, from the Up to the Down, or Wicer
Warsaw, and begin to pitch the stale pastry into the plates, and
chuck the sawdust sangwiches under the glass covers, and get
out the-ha, ha, ha! - the Sherry,-O my eye, my eye! - for
your Refreshment.
It's only in the Isle of the Brave and Land of the Free (by
which of course I mean to say Britannia) that Refreshmenting
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is so effective, so 'olesome, so constitutional a check upon the
public. There was a foreigner, which having politely, with his
hat off, beseeched our young ladies and Our Missis for "a leetel
gloss hoff prarndee," and having had the Line surveyed through
him by all, and no other acknowledgment, was a-proceeding at
last to help himself, as seems to be the custom in his own coun-
try, when Our Missis, with her hair almost a-coming un-Bando-
lined with rage, and her eyes omitting sparks, flew at him,
cotched the decanter out of his hand, and said, "Put it down!
I won't allow that! " The foreigner turned pale, stepped back
with his arms stretched out in front of him, his hands clasped,
and his shoulders riz, and exclaimed:-"Ah! Is it possible, this!
That these disdaineous females and this ferocious old woman are
placed here by the administration, not only to empoison the
voyagers, but to affront them! Great Heaven! How arrives
it? The English people. Or is he then a slave? Or idiot? "
Another time a merry, wide-awake American gent had tried the
sawdust and spit it out, and had tried the Sherry and spit that
out, and had tried in vain to sustain exhausted natur' upon But-
ter-Scotch, and had been rather extra Bandolined and Line-sur-
veyed through, when as the bell was ringing and he paid Our
Missis, he says, very loud and good-tempered:-"I tell Yew what
'tis, ma'arm. I la'af. Theer! I la'af. I Dew. I oughter ha'
seen most things, for I hail from the Onlimited side of the
Atlantic Ocean, and I haive traveled right slick over the Limited,
head on through Jeerusalemm and the East, and likeways France
and Italy Europe Old World, and am now upon the track to the
Chief Europian Village; but such an Institution as Yew, and
Yewer young ladies, and Yewer fixin's solid and liquid, afore
the glorious Tarnal I never did see yet! And if I hain't found
the eighth wonder of monarchical Creation, in finding Yew, and
Yewer young ladies, and Yewer fixin's solid and liquid, all as
aforesaid, established in a country where the people air not abso-
lute Loo-naticks, I am Extra Double Darned with a Nip and
Frizzle to the innermostest grit! Wheerfur - Theer! I la'af!
I Dew, ma'arm. I la'af! " And so he went, stamping and shak-
ing his sides, along the platform all the way to his own com-
partment.
I think it was her standing up agin the Foreigner as give
Our Missis the idea of going over to France, and droring a com-
parison betwixt Refreshmenting as followed among the frog-eaters
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and Refreshmenting as triumphant in the Isle of the Brave
and Land of the Free (by which of course I mean to say agin,
Britannia). Our young ladies, Miss Whiff, Miss Piff, and Mrs.
Sniff, was unanimous opposed to her going: for, as they says to
Our Missis one and all, it is well beknown to the hends of the
herth as no other nation except Britain has a idea of anythink,
but above all of business. Why then should you tire yourself to
prove what is a'ready proved? Our Missis, however (being a
teazer at all pints), stood out grim obstinate, and got a return
pass by Southeastern Tidal, to go right through, if such should
be her dispositions, to Marseilles.
Sniff is husband to Mrs. Sniff, and is a regular insignificant
cove. He looks arter the sawdust department in a back room,
and is sometimes, when we are very hard put to it, let behind
the counter with a corkscrew; but never when it can be helped,
his demeanor towards the public being disgusting servile. How
Mrs. Sniff ever come so far to lower herself as to marry him, I
don't know; but I suppose he does, and I should think he wished
he didn't, for he leads a awful life. Mrs. Sniff couldn't be
much harder with him if he was public. Similarly, Miss Whiff
and Miss Piff, taking the tone of Mrs. Sniff, they shoulder Sniff
about when he is let in with a corkscrew, and they whisk things.
out of his hands when in his servility he is a-going to let the
public have 'em, and they snap him up when in the crawling
baseness of his spirit he is a-going to answer a public question,
and they drore more tears into his eyes than ever the mustard
does, which he all day long lays on to the sawdust. (But it ain't
strong. ) Once when Sniff had the repulsiveness to reach across
to get the milkpot to hand over for a baby, I see Our Missis in
her rage catch him by both his shoulders, and spin him out into
the Bandolining Room.
But Mrs. Sniff-how different! She's the one! She's the
one as you'll notice to be always looking another away from you
when you look at her. She's the one with the small waist
buckled in tight in front, and with the lace cuffs at her wrists,
which she puts on the edge of the counter before her, and stands
a-smoothing while the public foams. This smoothing the cuffs
and looking another way while the public foams is the last
accomplishment taught to the young ladies as come to Mugby
to be finished by Our Missis; and it's always taught by Mrs.
Sniff.
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When Our Missis went away upon her journey, Mrs. Sniff
was left in charge. She did hold the public in check most beau-
tiful! In all my time, I never see half so many cups of tea
given without milk to people as wanted it with, nor half so
many cups of tea with milk given to people as wanted it with-
When foaming ensued, Mrs. Sniff would say, "Then you'd
better settle it among yourselves, and change with one another. "
It was a most highly delicious lark. I enjoyed the Refreshment-
ing business more than ever, and was so glad I had tock to it
when young.
out.
Our Missis returned. It got circulated among the young
ladies, and it, as it might be, penetrated to me through the crev-
ices of the Bandolining Room, that she had Orrors to reveal, if
revelations so contemptible could be dignified with the name.
Agitation become weakened. Excitement was up in the stirrups.
Expectation stood a-tiptoe. At length it was put forth that on
our slackest evening in the week, and at our slackest time of
that evening betwixt trains, Our Missis would give her views
of foreign Refreshmenting, in the Bandolining Room.
It was arranged tasteful for the purpose. The Bandolining
table and glass was hid in a corner, a arm-chair was elevated
on a packing-case for Our Missis's ockypation, a table and a
tumbler of water (no sherry in it, thankee) was placed beside it.
Two of the pupils, the season being autumn, and hollyhocks and
daliahs being in, ornamented the wall with three devices in those.
flowers. On one might be read, "MAY ALBION NEVER LEARN";
on another, "KEEP THE PUBLIC DOWN"; on another, "OUR RE-
FRESHMENTING CHARTER. " The whole had a beautiful appearance,
with which the beauty of the sentiments corresponded.
On Our Missis's brow was wrote Severity, as she ascended the
fatal platform. (Not that that was anythink new. ) Miss Whiff
and Miss Piff sat at her feet. Three chairs from the Waiting
Room might have been perceived by a average eye, in front of
her, on which the pupils was accommodated. Behind them a
very close observer might have discerned a Boy.
"Where," said Our Missis, glancing gloomily around, "is
Myself.
Sniff? "
"I thought it better," answered Mrs. Sniff, "that he should
not be let come in. He is such an Ass. "
"No doubt," assented Our Missis. "But for that reason is it
not desirable to improve his mind? "
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"Oh, nothing will ever improve him," said Mrs. Sniff.
"However," pursued Our Missis, "call him in, Ezekiel. "
I called him in. The appearance of the low-minded cove was
hailed with disapprobation from all sides, on account of his
having brought his corkscrew with him. He pleaded "the force
of habit. "
"The force! " said Mrs. Sniff. "Don't let us have you talking
about force, for Gracious's sake. There! Do stand still where
you are, with your back against the wall. "
He is a smiling piece of vacancy, and he smiled in the mean
way in which he will even smile at the public if he gets a chance
(language can say no meaner of him), and he stood upright near
the door, with the back of his head agin the wall, as if he was a
waiting for somebody to come and measure his heighth for the
Army.
"I should not enter, ladies," says Our Missis, "on the revolt-
ing disclosures I am about to make, if it was not in the hope
that they will cause you to be yet more implacable in the exer-
cise of the power you wield in a constitutional country, and yet
more devoted to the constitutional motto which I see before
me," it was behind her, but the words sounded better so,-
< May Albion never learn! '»
――――――――――
Here the pupils as had made the motto admired it, and cried,
"Hear! Hear! Hear! " Sniff, showing an inclination to join in
chorus, got himself frowned down by every brow.
"The baseness of the French," pursued Our Missis,
«< as dis-
played in the fawning nature of their Refreshmenting, equals, if
not surpasses, anythink as was ever heard of the baseness of the
celebrated Bonaparte. "
Miss Whiff, Miss Piff, and me, we drored a heavy breath,
equal to saying, "We thought as much! " 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
punishment for a cove so groveling. In the midst of a silence
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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
round the middle of the whole to bind it together. Add at one
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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.
Sniff had got her eye upon him.
But I did not take more
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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
and a higher relish, and was now discovered to be waving his
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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
boasting that even the civil authorities were opposed to the
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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-
ber, and every man had known his place.
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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
bore down straight on Newgate and halted in a dense mass be-
fore the prison gate.
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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.
"Mr. Akerman! " cried Gabriel, "Mr. Akerman! "
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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
missiles compelled the keeper of the jail to retire; and the mob,
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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. Another
man was with him, and both caught the locksmith roughly in
their grasp.
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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
and rosin they had brought, and sprinkled it with turpentine.
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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.
were mad.
The whole great mass
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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.
Mr. Gradgrind was much obliged. "Mr. M'Choakumchild, we
only wait for you.
So Mr. M'Choakumchild began in his best manner. He and
some one hundred and forty other schoolmasters had been lately
turned at the same time, in the same factory, on the same prin-
ciples, like so many pianoforte legs. He had been put through
an immense variety of paces, and had answered volumes of head-
breaking questions. Orthography, etymology, syntax, and prosody,
biography, astronomy, geography, and general cosmography, the
sciences of compound proportion, algebra, land-surveying and
leveling, vocal music, and drawing from models, were all at the
ends of his ten chilled fingers. He had worked his stony way
into her Majesty's most Honorable Privy Council's Schedule B,
and had taken the bloom off the higher branches of mathematics
and physical science, French, German, Latin, and Greek. He
knew all about all the Water Sheds of all the world (whatever
they are), and all the histories of all the peoples, and all the
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names of all the rivers and mountains, and all the productions,
manners, and customs of all the countries, and all their bounda-
ries and bearings on the two-and-thirty points of the compass.
Ah, rather overdone, M'Choakumchild. If he had only learned a
little less, how infinitely better he might have taught much
more!
He went to work in this preparatory lesson not unlike Mor-
giana in the 'Forty Thieves': looking into all the vessels ranged
before him, one after another, to see what they contained. Say,
good M'Choakumchild. When from thy boiling store thou shalt
fill each jar brim-full, by-and-by, dost thou think that thou wilt.
always kill outright the robber Fancy lurking within-or some-
times only maim him and distort him!
THE BOY AT MUGBY
From Mugby Junction'
AM the boy at Mugby. That's about what I am.
I
You don't know what I mean? What a pity! But I think
you do.
I think you must. Look here. I am the Boy at
what is called The Refreshment Room at Mugby Junction, and
what's proudest boast is, that it never yet refreshed a mortal
being.
Up in a corner of the Down Refreshment Room at Mugby
Junction, in the height of twenty-seven cross draughts (I've often
counted 'em while they brush the First Class hair twenty-seven
ways), behind the bottles, among the glasses, bounded on the
nor'west by the beer, stood pretty far to the right of a metallic
object that's at times the tea-urn and at times the soup-tureen,
according to the nature of the last twang imparted to its contents,
which are the same groundwork, fended off from the traveler by
a barrier of stale sponge-cakes erected atop of the counter, and
lastly exposed sideways to the glare of Our Missis's eye-you
ask a Boy so sitiwated, next time you stop in a hurry at Mugby,
for anything to drink; you take particular notice that he'll try
to seem not to hear you, that he'll appear in a absent manner
to survey the Line through a transparent medium composed of
your head and body, and that he won't serve you as long as you
can possibly bear it.
That's me.
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What a lark it is! We are the Model Establishment, we are,
at Mugby. Other Refreshment Rooms send their imperfect young
ladies up to be finished off by our Missis. For some of the
young ladies, when they're new to the business, come into it
mild! Ah! Our Missis, she soon takes that out of 'em. Why,
I originally come into the business meek myself. But Our
Missis, she soon took that out of me.
What a delightful lark it is! I look upon us Refreshmenters
as ockipying the only proudly independent footing on the Line.
There's Papers, for instance,- my honorable friend, if he will
allow me to call him so,-him as belongs to Smith's bookstall.
Why, he no more dares to be up to our Refreshmenting games
than he dares to jump atop of a locomotive with her steam at
full pressure, and cut away upon her alone, driving himself, at
limited-mail speed. Papers, he'd get his head punched at every
compartment, first, second, and third, the whole length of a
train, if he was to ventur' to imitate my demeanor. It's the
same with the porters, the same with the guards, the same with
the ticket clerks, the same the whole way up to the secretary,
traffic manager, or very chairman. There ain't a one among 'em
on the nobly independent footing we are. Did you ever catch
one of them, when you wanted anything of him, making a sys-
tem of surveying the Line through a transparent medium com-
posed of your head and body? I should hope not.
You should see our Bandolining Room at Mugby Junction.
It's led to by the door behind the counter, which you'll notice
usually stands ajar, and it's the room where Our Missis and our
young ladies Bandolines their hair. You should see 'em at it,
betwixt trains, Bandolining away, as if they was anointing them-
selves for the combat. When you're telegraphed you should see
their noses all agoing up with scorn, as if it was a part of the
working of the same Cooke and Wheatstone electrical machinery.
You should hear Our Missis give the word, "Here comes the
Beast to be Fed! " and then you should see 'em indignantly
skipping across the Line, from the Up to the Down, or Wicer
Warsaw, and begin to pitch the stale pastry into the plates, and
chuck the sawdust sangwiches under the glass covers, and get
out the-ha, ha, ha! - the Sherry,-O my eye, my eye! - for
your Refreshment.
It's only in the Isle of the Brave and Land of the Free (by
which of course I mean to say Britannia) that Refreshmenting
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is so effective, so 'olesome, so constitutional a check upon the
public. There was a foreigner, which having politely, with his
hat off, beseeched our young ladies and Our Missis for "a leetel
gloss hoff prarndee," and having had the Line surveyed through
him by all, and no other acknowledgment, was a-proceeding at
last to help himself, as seems to be the custom in his own coun-
try, when Our Missis, with her hair almost a-coming un-Bando-
lined with rage, and her eyes omitting sparks, flew at him,
cotched the decanter out of his hand, and said, "Put it down!
I won't allow that! " The foreigner turned pale, stepped back
with his arms stretched out in front of him, his hands clasped,
and his shoulders riz, and exclaimed:-"Ah! Is it possible, this!
That these disdaineous females and this ferocious old woman are
placed here by the administration, not only to empoison the
voyagers, but to affront them! Great Heaven! How arrives
it? The English people. Or is he then a slave? Or idiot? "
Another time a merry, wide-awake American gent had tried the
sawdust and spit it out, and had tried the Sherry and spit that
out, and had tried in vain to sustain exhausted natur' upon But-
ter-Scotch, and had been rather extra Bandolined and Line-sur-
veyed through, when as the bell was ringing and he paid Our
Missis, he says, very loud and good-tempered:-"I tell Yew what
'tis, ma'arm. I la'af. Theer! I la'af. I Dew. I oughter ha'
seen most things, for I hail from the Onlimited side of the
Atlantic Ocean, and I haive traveled right slick over the Limited,
head on through Jeerusalemm and the East, and likeways France
and Italy Europe Old World, and am now upon the track to the
Chief Europian Village; but such an Institution as Yew, and
Yewer young ladies, and Yewer fixin's solid and liquid, afore
the glorious Tarnal I never did see yet! And if I hain't found
the eighth wonder of monarchical Creation, in finding Yew, and
Yewer young ladies, and Yewer fixin's solid and liquid, all as
aforesaid, established in a country where the people air not abso-
lute Loo-naticks, I am Extra Double Darned with a Nip and
Frizzle to the innermostest grit! Wheerfur - Theer! I la'af!
I Dew, ma'arm. I la'af! " And so he went, stamping and shak-
ing his sides, along the platform all the way to his own com-
partment.
I think it was her standing up agin the Foreigner as give
Our Missis the idea of going over to France, and droring a com-
parison betwixt Refreshmenting as followed among the frog-eaters
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and Refreshmenting as triumphant in the Isle of the Brave
and Land of the Free (by which of course I mean to say agin,
Britannia). Our young ladies, Miss Whiff, Miss Piff, and Mrs.
Sniff, was unanimous opposed to her going: for, as they says to
Our Missis one and all, it is well beknown to the hends of the
herth as no other nation except Britain has a idea of anythink,
but above all of business. Why then should you tire yourself to
prove what is a'ready proved? Our Missis, however (being a
teazer at all pints), stood out grim obstinate, and got a return
pass by Southeastern Tidal, to go right through, if such should
be her dispositions, to Marseilles.
Sniff is husband to Mrs. Sniff, and is a regular insignificant
cove. He looks arter the sawdust department in a back room,
and is sometimes, when we are very hard put to it, let behind
the counter with a corkscrew; but never when it can be helped,
his demeanor towards the public being disgusting servile. How
Mrs. Sniff ever come so far to lower herself as to marry him, I
don't know; but I suppose he does, and I should think he wished
he didn't, for he leads a awful life. Mrs. Sniff couldn't be
much harder with him if he was public. Similarly, Miss Whiff
and Miss Piff, taking the tone of Mrs. Sniff, they shoulder Sniff
about when he is let in with a corkscrew, and they whisk things.
out of his hands when in his servility he is a-going to let the
public have 'em, and they snap him up when in the crawling
baseness of his spirit he is a-going to answer a public question,
and they drore more tears into his eyes than ever the mustard
does, which he all day long lays on to the sawdust. (But it ain't
strong. ) Once when Sniff had the repulsiveness to reach across
to get the milkpot to hand over for a baby, I see Our Missis in
her rage catch him by both his shoulders, and spin him out into
the Bandolining Room.
But Mrs. Sniff-how different! She's the one! She's the
one as you'll notice to be always looking another away from you
when you look at her. She's the one with the small waist
buckled in tight in front, and with the lace cuffs at her wrists,
which she puts on the edge of the counter before her, and stands
a-smoothing while the public foams. This smoothing the cuffs
and looking another way while the public foams is the last
accomplishment taught to the young ladies as come to Mugby
to be finished by Our Missis; and it's always taught by Mrs.
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When Our Missis went away upon her journey, Mrs. Sniff
was left in charge. She did hold the public in check most beau-
tiful! In all my time, I never see half so many cups of tea
given without milk to people as wanted it with, nor half so
many cups of tea with milk given to people as wanted it with-
When foaming ensued, Mrs. Sniff would say, "Then you'd
better settle it among yourselves, and change with one another. "
It was a most highly delicious lark. I enjoyed the Refreshment-
ing business more than ever, and was so glad I had tock to it
when young.
out.
Our Missis returned. It got circulated among the young
ladies, and it, as it might be, penetrated to me through the crev-
ices of the Bandolining Room, that she had Orrors to reveal, if
revelations so contemptible could be dignified with the name.
Agitation become weakened. Excitement was up in the stirrups.
Expectation stood a-tiptoe. At length it was put forth that on
our slackest evening in the week, and at our slackest time of
that evening betwixt trains, Our Missis would give her views
of foreign Refreshmenting, in the Bandolining Room.
It was arranged tasteful for the purpose. The Bandolining
table and glass was hid in a corner, a arm-chair was elevated
on a packing-case for Our Missis's ockypation, a table and a
tumbler of water (no sherry in it, thankee) was placed beside it.
Two of the pupils, the season being autumn, and hollyhocks and
daliahs being in, ornamented the wall with three devices in those.
flowers. On one might be read, "MAY ALBION NEVER LEARN";
on another, "KEEP THE PUBLIC DOWN"; on another, "OUR RE-
FRESHMENTING CHARTER. " The whole had a beautiful appearance,
with which the beauty of the sentiments corresponded.
On Our Missis's brow was wrote Severity, as she ascended the
fatal platform. (Not that that was anythink new. ) Miss Whiff
and Miss Piff sat at her feet. Three chairs from the Waiting
Room might have been perceived by a average eye, in front of
her, on which the pupils was accommodated. Behind them a
very close observer might have discerned a Boy.
"Where," said Our Missis, glancing gloomily around, "is
Myself.
Sniff? "
"I thought it better," answered Mrs. Sniff, "that he should
not be let come in. He is such an Ass. "
"No doubt," assented Our Missis. "But for that reason is it
not desirable to improve his mind? "
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"Oh, nothing will ever improve him," said Mrs. Sniff.
"However," pursued Our Missis, "call him in, Ezekiel. "
I called him in. The appearance of the low-minded cove was
hailed with disapprobation from all sides, on account of his
having brought his corkscrew with him. He pleaded "the force
of habit. "
"The force! " said Mrs. Sniff. "Don't let us have you talking
about force, for Gracious's sake. There! Do stand still where
you are, with your back against the wall. "
He is a smiling piece of vacancy, and he smiled in the mean
way in which he will even smile at the public if he gets a chance
(language can say no meaner of him), and he stood upright near
the door, with the back of his head agin the wall, as if he was a
waiting for somebody to come and measure his heighth for the
Army.
"I should not enter, ladies," says Our Missis, "on the revolt-
ing disclosures I am about to make, if it was not in the hope
that they will cause you to be yet more implacable in the exer-
cise of the power you wield in a constitutional country, and yet
more devoted to the constitutional motto which I see before
me," it was behind her, but the words sounded better so,-
< May Albion never learn! '»
――――――――――
Here the pupils as had made the motto admired it, and cried,
"Hear! Hear! Hear! " Sniff, showing an inclination to join in
chorus, got himself frowned down by every brow.
"The baseness of the French," pursued Our Missis,
«< as dis-
played in the fawning nature of their Refreshmenting, equals, if
not surpasses, anythink as was ever heard of the baseness of the
celebrated Bonaparte. "
Miss Whiff, Miss Piff, and me, we drored a heavy breath,
equal to saying, "We thought as much! " 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
punishment for a cove so groveling. In the midst of a silence
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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
round the middle of the whole to bind it together. Add at one
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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.
Sniff had got her eye upon him.
But I did not take more
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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
and a higher relish, and was now discovered to be waving his
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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
boasting that even the civil authorities were opposed to the
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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-
ber, and every man had known his place.
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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
bore down straight on Newgate and halted in a dense mass be-
fore the prison gate.
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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.
"Mr. Akerman! " cried Gabriel, "Mr. Akerman! "
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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
missiles compelled the keeper of the jail to retire; and the mob,
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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. Another
man was with him, and both caught the locksmith roughly in
their grasp.
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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
and rosin they had brought, and sprinkled it with turpentine.
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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.
were mad.
The whole great mass
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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.
