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 torment1 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 slumbers2 as his may have that blessed name — by the roar of voices, and the struggling of a great crowd. He started up as these sounds met his ear, and, sitting on his bedstead, listened.
After a short interval3 of silence the noise burst out again. Still listening attentively4, he made out, in course of time, that the jail was besieged5 by a furious multitude. His guilty conscience instantly arrayed these men against himself, and brought the fear upon him that he would be singled out, and torn to pieces.
Once impressed with the terror of this conceit7, everything tended to confirm and strengthen it. His double crime, the circumstances 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 wrath9. In all the crime and vice10 and moral gloom of the great pest-house of the capital, he stood alone, marked and singled out by his great guilt6, 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, solitary11, lonely man, from whom the very captives in the jail fell off and shrunk appalled12.
It might be that the intelligence of his capture having been bruited13 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 frantic14 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 rabble16; or put him in some dungeon17 underground, no matter of what depth, how dark it was, or loathsome18, or beset19 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 bye, he saw, as he looked from his grated window, a strange glimmering20 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, spattering the ground with fire, and burning sullenly21 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 of the prison which was blazing nigh, began to fall before his door. Remembering that it opened outwards23, he knew that every spark which fell upon the heap, and in the act lost its bright life, and died an ugly speck25 of dust and rubbish, helped to entomb him in a living grave. Still, though the jail resounded26 with shrieks27 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 suffocating28, and the clamour without increased, and the danger of his situation even from one merciless 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 clue to his place of confinement29. Thus fearful alike, of those within the prison and of those without; of noise and silence; light and darkness; of being released, and being left there to die; he was so tortured and tormented30, 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 vaulted31 passages; clashing the iron gates dividing yard from yard; beating at the doors of cells and wards24; wrenching32 off bolts and locks and bars; tearing down the door-posts to get men out; endeavouring to drag them by main force through gaps and windows where a child could scarcely pass; whooping33 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 frenzied34 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 darting35 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 bleeding 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 out for help, as loudly as before. Anon some famished36 wretch37 whose theft had been a loaf of bread, or scrap38 of butcher’s meat, came skulking39 past, barefooted — going slowly away because 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 muffled40 their fetters41 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 distraction42, 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 casement43; not only that, indeed, but with pickaxes to hew44 down the very stones in the wall.
As soon as they had made a breach45 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. He staggered to his feet, incredulous of what had happened, when the yard was filled again, and a crowd rushed on, hurrying Barnaby among them. In another minute — not so much: another minute! the same instant, with no lapse8 or interval between!— he and his son were being passed from hand to hand, through the dense46 crowd in the street, and were glancing backward at a burning pile which some one said was Newgate.
From the moment of their first entrance into the prison, the crowd dispersed47 themselves about it, and swarmed48 into every chink and crevice49, as if they had a perfect acquaintance with its innermost parts, and bore in their minds an exact plan of the whole. For this immediate50 knowledge of the place, they were, no doubt, in a great degree, indebted to the hangman, who stood in the lobby, directing some to go this way, some that, and some the other; and who materially assisted in bringing about the wonderful rapidity with which the release of the prisoners was effected.
But this functionary51 of the law reserved one important piece of intelligence, and kept it snugly52 to himself. When he 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 kind of passage near the chapel53 (it joined the governors house, and was then on fire), betook himself to the condemned54 cells, which were a series of small, strong, dismal55 rooms, opening on a low gallery, guarded, at the end at which he entered, by a strong iron wicket, and at its opposite extremity56 by two doors and a thick grate. Having double locked the wicket, and assured himself that the other entrances were well secured, he sat down on a bench in the gallery, and sucked the head of his stick with the utmost complacency, tranquillity57, 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 tumult58 was cleaving59 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 our through the gratings in their cell-doors, clasped in frantic entreaty60 before his very eyes, it was particularly remarkable61. Indeed, Mr Dennis appeared to think it an uncommon62 circumstance, and to banter63 himself upon it; for he thrust his hat on one side as some men do when they are in a waggish64 humour, sucked the head of his stick with a higher relish65, 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, who were certain that somebody had entered the gallery, but could not see who, gave vent15 to such piteous entreaties66 as wretches67 in their miserable68 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 fervour, and truly enough, perhaps, for the time, that if they escaped, they would amend69 their ways, and would never, never, never again do wrong before God or man, but would lead penitent70 and sober lives, and sorrowfully repent71 the crimes they had committed. The terrible energy with which they spoke72, 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 have set them at liberty: and, while he would have left any other punishment to its free course, to have saved them from this last dreadful and repulsive73 penalty; which never turned a man inclined to evil, and has hardened thousands who were half inclined to good.
Mr Dennis, who had been bred and nurtured74 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?’
At this they all cried together that they were to be hanged on the next day but one; and again implored75 his aid.
‘Aid! For what!’ said Mr Dennis, playfully rapping the knuckles76 of the hand nearest him.
‘To save us!’ they cried.
‘Oh, certainly,’ said Mr Dennis, winking77 at the wall in the absence of any friend with whom he could humour the joke. ‘And so you’re to be worked off, are you, brothers?’
‘Unless we are released to-night,’ one of them cried, ‘we are dead men!’
‘I tell you what it is,’ said the hangman, gravely; ‘I’m afraid, my friend, that you’re not in that ‘ere state of mind that’s suitable to your condition, then; you’re not a-going to be released: don’t think it — Will you leave off that ‘ere indecent row? I wonder you an’t ashamed of yourselves, I do.’
He followed up this reproof78 by rapping every set of knuckles one after the other, and having done so, resumed his seat again with a cheerful countenance79.
‘You’ve had law,’ he said, crossing his legs and elevating his eyebrows80: ‘laws have been made a’ purpose for you; a wery handsome prison’s been made a’ purpose for you; a parson’s kept a purpose for you; a constitootional officer’s appointed a’ purpose for you; carts is maintained a’ purpose for you — and yet you’re not contented81!— WILL you hold that noise, you sir in the furthest?’
A groan82 was the only answer.
‘So well as I can make out,’ said Mr Dennis, in a tone of mingled83 badinage84 and remonstrance85, ‘there’s not a man among you. I begin to think I’m on the opposite side, and among the ladies; though for the matter of that, I’ve seen a many ladies face it out, in a manner that did honour to the sex.— You in number two, don’t grind them teeth of yours. Worse manners,’ said the hangman, rapping at the door with his stick, ‘I never see in this place afore. I’m ashamed of you. You’re a disgrace to the Bailey.’
After pausing for a moment to hear if anything could be pleaded in justification86, Mr Dennis resumed in a sort of coaxing87 tone:
‘Now look’ee here, you four. I’m come here to take care of you, and see that you an’t burnt, instead of the other thing. It’s no use your making any noise, for you won’t be found out by them as has broken in, and you’ll only be hoarse88 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 maxim89. 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 eloquence90 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 — sociable91. 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 snivelling. It’s ten to one a better frame of mind, every way!’
While the hangman addressed them to this effect, in the tone and with the air of a pastor92 in familiar conversation with his flock, the noise had been in some degree subdued93; for the rioters were busy in conveying the prisoners to the Sessions House, which was beyond the main walls of the prison, though connected with it, and the crowd were busy too, in passing them from thence along the street. But when he had got thus far in his discourse94, the sound of voices in the yard showed plainly that the mob had returned and were coming that way; and directly afterwards a violent crashing at the grate below, gave note of their attack upon the cells (as they were called) at last.
It was in vain the hangman ran from door to door, and covered the grates, one after another, with his hat, in futile95 efforts to stifle96 the cries of the four men within; it was in vain he dogged their outstretched hands, and beat them with his stick, or menaced them with new and lingering pains in the execution of his office; the place resounded with their cries. These, together with the feeling that they were now the last men in the jail, so worked upon and stimulated97 the besiegers, that in an incredibly short space of time they forced the strong grate down below, which was formed of iron rods two inches square, drove in the two other doors, as if they had been but deal partitions, and stood at the end of the gallery with only a bar or two between them and the cells.
‘Halloa!’ cried Hugh, who was the first to look into the dusky passage: ‘Dennis before us! Well done, old boy. Be quick, and open here, for we shall be suffocated98 in the smoke, going out.’
‘Go out at once, then,’ said Dennis. ‘What do you want here?’
‘Want!’ echoed Hugh. ‘The four men.’
‘Four devils!’ cried the hangman. ‘Don’t you know they’re left for death on Thursday? Don’t you respect the law — the constitootion — nothing? Let the four men be.’
‘Is this a time for joking?’ cried Hugh. ‘Do you hear ’em? Pull away these bars that have got fixed99 between the door and the ground; and let us in.’
‘Brother,’ said the hangman, in a low voice, as he stooped under pretence100 of doing what Hugh desired, but only looked up in his face, ‘can’t you leave these here four men to me, if I’ve the whim101! You do what you like, and have what you like of everything for your share,— give me my share. I want these four men left alone, I tell you!’
‘Pull the bars down, or stand out of the way,’ was Hugh’s reply.
‘You can turn the crowd if you like, you know that well enough, brother,’ said the hangman, slowly. ‘What! You WILL come in, will you?’
‘Yes.’
‘You won’t let these men alone, and leave ’em to me? You’ve no respect for nothing — haven’t you?’ said the hangman, retreating to the door by which he had entered, and regarding his companion with a scowl102. ‘You WILL come in, will you, brother!’
‘I tell you, yes. What the devil ails103 you? Where are you going?’
‘No matter where I’m going,’ rejoined the hangman, looking in again at the iron wicket, which he had nearly shut upon himself, and held ajar. ‘Remember where you’re coming. That’s all!’
With that, he shook his likeness104 at Hugh, and giving him a grin, compared with which his usual smile was amiable105, disappeared, and shut the door.
Hugh paused no longer, but goaded106 alike by the cries of the convicts, and by the impatience107 of the crowd, warned the man immediately behind him — the way was only wide enough for one abreast108 — to stand back, and wielded109 a sledge-hammer with such strength, that after a few blows the iron bent110 and broke, and gave them free admittance.
It the two sons of one of these men, of whom mention has been made, were furious in their zeal111 before, they had now the wrath and vigour112 of lions. Calling to the man within each cell, to keep as far back as he could, lest the axes crashing through the door should wound him, a party went to work upon each one, to beat it in by sheer strength, and force the bolts and staples113 from their hold. But although these two lads had the weakest party, and the worst armed, and did not begin until after the others, having stopped to whisper to him through the grate, that door was the first open, and that man was the first out. As they dragged him into the gallery to knock off his irons, he fell down among them, a mere114 heap of chains, and was carried out in that state on men’s shoulders, with no sign of life.
The release of these four wretched creatures, and conveying them, astounded115 and bewildered, into the streets so full of life — a spectacle they had never thought to see again, until they emerged from solitude116 and silence upon that last journey, when the air should be heavy with the pent-up breath of thousands, and the streets and houses should be built and roofed with human faces, not with bricks and tiles and stones — was the crowning horror of the scene. Their pale and haggard looks and hollow eyes; their staggering feet, and hands stretched out as if to save themselves from falling; their wandering and uncertain air; the way they heaved and gasped117 for breath, as though in water, when they were first plunged118 into the crowd; all marked them for the men. No need to say ‘this one was doomed119 to die;’ for there were the words broadly stamped and branded on his face. The crowd fell off, as if they had been laid out for burial, and had risen in their shrouds120; and many were seen to shudder121, as though they had been actually dead men, when they chanced to touch or brush against their garments.
At the bidding of the mob, the houses were all illuminated122 that night — lighted up from top to bottom as at a time of public gaiety and joy. Many years afterwards, old people who lived in their youth near this part of the city, remembered being in a great glare of light, within doors and without, and as they looked, timid and frightened children, from the windows, seeing a FACE go by. Though the whole great crowd and all its other terrors had faded from their recollection, this one object remained; alone, distinct, and well remembered. Even in the unpractised minds of infants, one of these doomed men darting past, and but an instant seen, was an image of force enough to dim the whole concourse; to find itself an all-absorbing place, and hold it ever after.
When this last task had been achieved, the shouts and cries grew fainter; the clank of fetters, which had resounded on all sides as the prisoners escaped, was heard no more; all the noises of the crowd subsided123 into a hoarse and sullen22 murmur124 as it passed into the distance; and when the human tide had rolled away, a melancholy125 heap of smoking ruins marked the spot where it had lately chafed126 and roared.
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maxim
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