"Well, give him twenty lashes. Eh: Palmer?"
Mr. Palmer a.s.sented by a nod.
"I beg your pardon, sir," said Hawes, "but will you allow me to make a remark?"
"Certainly, Mr. Hawes, certainly!"
"I find twenty lashes all at once rather too much for a lad of that age.
Now, if you would allow me to divide the punishment into two so that his health might not be endangered by it, then we could give him ten or even twelve, and after a day or two as many more."
"That speaks well for your humanity, Mr. Hawes; your zeal we have long known."
"Augh, sir! sir!"
"I will sign the order, and we authorize you here to divide the punishment according to your own suggestion." (Order signed.)
The justices then went round the cells accompanied by Hawes. They went into the cells with an expression of a little curiosity but more repugnance on their faces, and asked several prisoners if they were well and contented. The men looked with the shrewdness of their cla.s.s into their visitors" faces and measured them; saw there, first a feeble understanding, secondly an adamantine prejudice; saw that in those eyes they were wild beasts and Hawes an angel, and answered to please Hawes, whose eye was fixed on them all this time and in whose power they felt they were.
All expressed their content. Some in tones so languid and empty of heart that none but Justice Shallow could have helped seeing through the humbug. Others did it better; and not a few overdid it, so that any but Justice Shallow would have seen through them. These last told Messrs.
Shallow and Slender that the best thing that ever happened to them was coming to ---- Jail. They thanked Heaven they had been pulled up short in an evil career that must have ended in their ruin body and soul. As for their present situation, they were never happier in their lives, and some of them doubted much whether, when they should reach the penal settlements, the access of liberty would repay them for the increased temptations and the loss of quiet meditation and self-communion and the good advice of Mr. Hawes and of his reverence, the chaplain.
The jail-birds who piped this tune were without a single exception the desperate cases of this moral hospital. They were old offenders--hardened scoundrels who meant to rob and kill and deceive to their dying day. While in prison their game was to be as comfortable as they could. Hawes could make them uncomfortable; he was always there.
Under these circ.u.mstances to lie came on the instant as natural to them as to rob would have come had some power transported them outside the prison doors with these words of penitence on their lips.
They asked where that Josephs" cell was. Hawes took them to him. They inspected him with a profound zoological look, to see whether it was more wolf or badger. Strange to say, it looked neither, but a simple quiet youth of the human genus--species sn.o.b.
"He is very small to be a ruffian," said Mr. Palmer.
"I am sorry, Josephs," said Mr. Williams pompously, "to find your name so often down for punishment."
Josephs looked up, hoping to see the light of sympathy in this speaker"s eyes. He saw two owls" faces attempting eagle but not reaching up to sparrow-hawk, and he was silent. He had no hope of being believed; moreover, the grim eye of Hawes rested on him, and no feebleness in it.
Messrs. Shallow and Slender, receiving no answer from Josephs, who was afraid to tell the truth, were nettled, and left the cell shrugging their shoulders.
In the corridor they met the train just coming along the banisters with supper. Pompous Mr. Williams tasted the prison diet on the spot.
"It is excellent," cried he; "why the gruel is like glue." And he fell into a meditation.
"So far everything is as we could wish, Mr. Hawes, and it speaks well for the discipline and for yourself."
Hawes bowed with a gratified air.
"I will complete the inspection to-morrow."
Hawes accompanied the gentlemen to the outside gate. Here Mr. Williams turned. For the last minute or two he had been in the throes of an idea, and now he delivered himself of it.
"It would be well if Josephs" gruel were not made so strong for him."
Mr. Williams was not one of those who often say a great thing, but this deserves immortality, and could I confer immortality this of Williams"
should never die! Unlike most of the things we say, it does not deserve ever to die--
"IT WOULD BE WELL IF JOSEPHS" GRUEL WERE NOT MADE SO STRONG FOR HIM!!"
CHAPTER XII.
"WILL you eat your mutton with me to-day, Palmer?" said Mr. Williams at the gate of the jail.
"I should be very happy, but I am engaged to dine with the lord-lieutenant."
So Mr. Williams drove home to Ashtown Park, and had to sit down to dinner with his own small family party.
Mr. Williams" mutton consisted of first a little strong gravy soup lubricated and gelatinized with a little tapioca; vis-a-vis the soup a little piece of salmon cut out of the fish"s center; lobster patties, rissoles, and two things with French names, stinking of garlic, on the flank.
Enter a boiled turkey poult with delicate white sauce; a nice tongue, not too green nor too salt, and a small saddle of six-tooth mutton, home-bred, home-fed; after this a stewed pigeon, faced by greengage tart, and some yellow cream twenty-four hours old; item, an iced pudding. A little Stilton cheese brought up the rear with a nice salad.
This made way for a foolish trifling dessert of muscatel grapes, guava jelly and divers kickshaws diluted with agreeable wines varied by a little gla.s.s of Marasquino & Co., at junctures. So far so nice!
But alas! nothing is complete in this world, not even the dinner of a fair round justice with fat capon lined. There is always some drawback or deficiency here below--confound it! The wretch of a cook had forgotten to send up the gruel a la Josephs.
Next day, after Mr. Williams had visited the female prisoners and complimented Hawes on having initiated them into the art of silence, he asked where the chaplain was. Hawes instantly dispatched a messenger to inquire, and remembering that gentleman"s threatened remonstrance, parried him by antic.i.p.ation, thus:
"By-the-by, sir, I have a little complaint to make of him."
"Indeed!" said Mr. Williams, "what is that?"
"He took a prisoner"s part against the discipline; but he doesn"t know them, and they humbug him. But, sir, ought he to preach against me in the chapel of the jail?"
"Certainly not! Surely he has not been guilty of such a breach of discipline and good taste."
"Oh! but wait, sir," said Hawes, "hear the whole truth, and then perhaps you will blame me. You must know, sir, that I sometimes let out an oath.
I was in the army, and we used all to swear there; and now a little of it sticks to me in spite of my teeth, and if his reverence had done me the honor to take me to task privately about it, I would have taken off my hat to him; but it is another thing to go and preach at me for it before all the jail."
"Of course it is. Do you mean to say he did that?"
"He did, sir. Of course, he did not mention my name, but he preached five-and-thirty minutes all about swearing, and they all knew who he was. .h.i.tting. I could see the warders grinning from ear to ear, as much as to say, "There"s another rap for you, governor!""
"I"ll speak to him."
"Thank you, sir; don"t be hard on him, for he is a deserving officer; but if you would give him a quiet hint not to interfere with me. We have all of us plenty to do of our own in a jail, if he could but see it. Ah!
here comes the chaplain, sir. I will leave you together, if you please;"
and Mr. Hawes made off with a business air.
The chaplain came up and bowed to Mr. Williams, who saluted him in turn somewhat coldly. There was a short silence. Mr. Williams was concocting a dignified rebuke. Before he could get it out the chaplain began:
"I wished to speak with you yesterday, sir.
"I am at your service, Mr. Jones. What is it?"