Then, in a moment, by the magic of eloquence, the great day of retribution was no longer faint and distant, but upon them in all its terrors; and they who in the morning had leaned forward eagerly to catch the message of mercy now shrank and cowered from the thunder that pealed over their heads, and the lightning of awful words that showed them by flashes the earth quaking and casting forth her dead--the sea trembling and casting forth her dead--the terrible trumpet pealing from pole to pole-the books opened--the dread Judge seated--and h.e.l.l yawning for the guilty.
"Well, sir, how did you like this sermon?" said Fry, respectfully.
"He won"t preach many more such, (imperative mood) him. I"ll teach him to preach at people from the pulpit."
"Well, that is what I say, sir, but you said you liked to hear him preach at folk."
"So I do," replied Hawes angrily, "but not at me, ye fool!"
This afternoon two of the prisoners rang their bells, and on the warder coming to them begged in much agitation to see the chaplain. Mr. Eden was always at the prisoners" orders and came to both of these; one was a man about thirty, the other a mere boy. The same evening Mr. Hawes sat down, his features working wrathfully, and dispatched a note to Mr.
Loc.o.c.k, one of the visiting justices and a particular admirer of his.
Meeting Mr. Eden in the prison, he did not return that gentleman"s salute. This was his way of implying war; events were thickening, a storm was brewing. This same evening there was a tap at Mr. Eden"s private door and Evans entered the room. The man"s manner was peculiar.
He wore outside a dogged look, as if fighting against some inward feeling; he entered looking down most perniciously at the floor. "Well, Evans?"
Evans approached, his eyes still glued upon the floor. He shoved a printed paper roughly into Mr. Eden"s hand, and said in a tone of sulky reproach, "Saw ye fret because ye could not get it, and couldn"t bear to see ye fret."
"Thank you, Evans, thank you!"
"You are very welcome, sir," said Evans, with momentary deference and kindness. Then turning suddenly at the door in great wrath, with a tendency to whimper, he roared out, "Ye"ll get me turned out of my place, that"s what ye"ll do!" and went off apparently in tremendous dudgeon. The printed paper contained "the rules of the prison," a copy of which Mr. Eden had asked from Hawes and been refused. Evans had watched his opportunity, got them from another warder in return for two gla.s.ses of grog outside the jail.
Mr. Eden fell to and studied the paper carefully till bed-time. As he read it his eye more than once flashed with satisfaction in spite of a great despondency that had now for a day or two been creeping upon him.
This depression dated from biped Carter"s crucifixion or soon after. He struggled gallantly against it; it appeared in none of his public acts.
But when alone his heart seemed to have turned to lead. A cold, languid hopelessness most foreign to his high, sanguine nature weighed him to the earth, and the Dead Sea rolled over his spirit.
Earnest Mr. Hawes hated good Mr. Eden; one comfort, by means of his influence with the justices he could get him turned out of the prison. Meantime what could he do to spite him? Begin by punishing a prisoner--that is the only thing that stings him. With these good intentions earnest Hawes turned out and looked about for a prisoner to punish; unfortunately for poor Josephs the governor"s eye fell upon him as he came out of the chapel. The next minute he was put on a stiff crank, which led in due course to the pillory. When he had been in about an hour and a half, Hawes winked to Fry, and said to him under his breath, "Let the parson know."
Fry strolled into the prison. He met Mr. Eden at a cell door. "Josephs refractory again, sir," said he, with mock civility.
Mr. Eden looked him in the face, but said nothing. He went to his own room, took a paper off the table, and came into the yard. Josephs was beginning to sham and a bucket had just been thrown over him amid the coa.r.s.e laughter of Messrs. Fry, Hodges and Hawes. Evans, who happened to be in attendance, stood aloof with his eyes fixed on the ground.
As soon as he saw Mr. Eden coming Hawes gave a vindictive chuckle.
"Another bucket," cried he, and taking it himself, he contrived to sprinkle Mr. Eden as well as to sluice his immediate victim.
Mr. Eden took no notice of this impertinence, but to the surprise of all there he strode between the victim and his tormentors, and said sternly, "Do you know that you are committing an illegal a.s.sault upon this prisoner?"
"No, I don"t," said Hawes, with a cold sneer.
"Then I shall show you. Here are the printed rules of the prison; you have no authority over a prisoner but what these rules give you. Now show me where they permit you to pillory a prisoner?"
"They don"t forbid it, that is enough."
"No! it is not. They don"t forbid you to hang him, or to sear him with a hot iron, but they tell you in this paragraph what punishments you may inflict, and that excludes all punishments of your own invention. You may neither hang him nor burn him nor famish him nor crucify him, all these acts are equally illegal. So take warning, all of you here--you are all servants of the law--don"t let me catch you a.s.saulting a prisoner contrary to the law, or you shall smart to the uttermost.
Evans, I command you, in the name of the law, release that prisoner."
Evans, thus appealed to, fidgeted and turned color, and his hands worked by his side. "Your reverence!" cried he, in an imploring tone, and stayed where he was. On this Mr. Eden made no more ado, but darted to Josephs" side and began to unfasten him with nimble fingers.
Hawes stood dumfounded for a minute or two, then recovering himself he roared out:
"Officers, do your duty!"
Fry and Hodges advanced upon Mr. Eden, but before they could get at him the huge body of Evans interposed itself. The man was pale but doggedly resolved.
"Mustn"t lay a finger on his reverence," said he, almost in a whisper, but between his clinched teeth and with the look of a bulldog over a bone.
"What, do you rebel against me, Evans?"
"No, sir," answered Evans softening his tone, "but n.o.body must affront his reverence. Look here, sir, his reverence knows a great deal more than I do, and he says this is against the law. He showed you the Act, and you couldn"t answer him except by violence, which ain"t no answer at all. Now I am the servant of the law, and I know better than go against the law."
"There, I want no more of your chat. Loose the prisoner."
"Seems to me he is loosed," said Fry.
"Go to the 5-lb. crank, Josephs, and let me see how much you can do in half an hour."
"That I will, your reverence," and off he ran.
"Now, sir," said Hawes sternly, "I put up with this now because it must end next week. I have written to the visiting justices, and they will settle whether you are to be master in the jail or I."
"Neither, Mr. Hawes. The law shall be your master and mine."
"Very good! but there"s a hole in your coat; for, as clever as you are, every jail has its customs as well as its rules."
"Which customs, if illegal, are abuses, and shall be swept out of it."
"I"ll promise you one thing--the justices shall sweep you out of the jail."
"How can you promise that?"
"Because they only see with my eyes, and, hear with my ears; they would do a great deal more for me than kick out a refractory chaplain."
Mr. Eden"s eye flashed, he took out his note-book.
"Present Fry, Hodges, Evans. Mr. Hawes a.s.serts that the visiting justices see only with his eyes and hear with his ears."
Hawes laughed insolently, but a little uneasily.
"In spite of your statement that the magistrates are unworthy of their office, I venture to hope, for the credit of the county, there will not be found three magistrates to countenance your illegal cruelties. But should there be--"
"Ay; what then?"
"I shall go higher and appeal to the Home Secretary."
"Ha! ha! He won"t take any notice of you."
"Then I shall appeal to the sovereign."