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It might naturally be presumed that he would be rather a prejudiced person particularly as his reasoning, if successful, might get him OUT OF GAOL. This is a homely illustration, no doubt; all we would urge by it is, that Madame Sand having, according to the French newspapers, had a stern husband, and also having, according to the newspapers, sought "sympathy" elsewhere, her arguments may be considered to be somewhat partial, and received with some little caution.
Three soldiers were quartered upon her at the Wheatsheaf, and though, on the whole, they were more civil and much less riotous than some of her Cavalier lodgers had been, she was always in dread of their taking offence at the doctor and hauling him off to gaol. Steadfast confided to her Patience's commission, which she undertook to execute herself.
He gave him the option of paying a fine, together with costs and the bill for repairing the window, or of going to prison for one calendar month; and he warned the public that any other person who broke a window, however loyal he might be, would be sent to gaol without the option of a fine.
"If you like it," said I, "I will say all your family are horrid except yourself and your aunt Alethea. The greater part of every family is always odious; if there are one or two good ones in a very large family, it is as much as can be expected." "Thank you," he replied, gratefully, "I think I can now stand almost anything. I will come and see you as soon as I come out of gaol. Good- bye."
Gaolers are Gaolers all over the world, and Golden Fetters are always the lightsomest. They brought us some Straw every day, and littered us down Dog Fashion, and that was all we had for Lodging Gear. It mattered little. There was a Roof to the Gaol that was weather-tight, and what more could a Man want? until things got better at least.
"You'll be able to see after, and live with your own sister yet; and who knows but you may yet beat Keegan out of Ballycloran?" "Oh, no, Father John! av they don't hang me out and out av they don't put an end to me altogether, I'll be transported, or sent back here to gaol. I'll never be at Ballycloran again. Bad as the place is, I loved it.
But, by heavens, I can't: and I feel for Philoxenus, who preferred a return to gaol. However, in my present retirement I am thinking over how to express my rejection of the old policy, and when we meet you will strengthen me in it. I notice that you have written to me at frequent intervals, but I received all the letters at once. This circumstance increased my grief.
The Home Secretary entered the room a moment later, disaster written on his face. "He won't go!" he exclaimed. "Won't go? Won't leave gaol?" "He won't go unless he has a brass band. He says he never has left prison without a brass band to play him out, and he's not going to go without one now."
"Iss, I was." "An' saved his life, though you did get 'en two months in Bodmin Gaol by it. Up to the arm-pits he was, an' not five minutes to live, when we hauled 'en out, an' wonderin' what he could be doin' there, found he'd been stealin' our eggs. He inquired after you to-day." "Did he?" "Iss. 'How's Miss Marty? says he. 'Agein' rapidly, says I. The nerve that some folks have!
For those who went to gaol for doing wrong there was hope; not so for the penniless, friendless incapables who drifted or were dragged into the dreary refuge of the "House."
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