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twg_000000047100 | enemy and by his own men. "Here die I, Richard Grenville," said he, "with a joyful and quiet mind; for that I have ended my life as a true soldier ought to do, that hath fought for his country, queen, religion and honour. Whereby my soul most joyfully departeth out of this body, and shall always leave behind it an | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047101 | everlasting fame of a valiant and true soldier, that hath done his duty as he was bound to do." The reason the other British ships did not take part in the contest was that it was altogether hopeless; and that, had the admiral ordered it, the entire fleet would probably have fallen into the hands of the Spaniards, seeing that | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047102 | they so greatly outnumbered the British ships. Six small ships ill supplied with fighting men against fifty-three bigger ones filled with soldiers was too great a disparity of force to give even a hope of victory. And, although Lord Howard would himself have gone into battle even against such odds as that, yet the other commanders were greatly opposed to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047103 | so rash an enterprise; and the master of his own ship said he would rather jump into the sea than conduct her Majesty's ship and the rest to be a prey to the enemy. Hence it was that _The Revenge_ fought alone on that September day the entire Spanish fleet, and has given us one of the most glorious pages | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047104 | in the annals of our national history. ONE WHO LEFT ALL. THE STORY OF BISHOP HANNINGTON. Fancy Hannington, of all persons in the world, turning missionary, and going out to preach the Gospel to the blacks! It is well-nigh incredible at first thought that such a light-hearted, rollicking, jovial fellow could have given up _everything_ for such a work as | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047105 | that! He had plenty of money, hosts of friends, wife, children, any amount of useful work to do at home,--everything, in fact, that can make life worth living. What could possibly make such a man as that go into the wilds of Africa to be tormented, tortured, and slain by savages? I will try and show briefly how it came | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047106 | about. At school Hannington was the veriest pickle, and was nicknamed "Mad Jim". On one occasion he lit a bonfire in his dormitory, he pelted the German master with rejected examination papers, and in a single day was caned over a dozen times. Yet he fought the bullies, and kept his word; he was brave, honest and manly, and was | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047107 | a great favourite. When about fifteen years old he was put into his father's business at Brighton. His life there was certainly not hard or trying. He was allowed to travel a great deal, and thus went over a considerable part of Europe, enjoying himself immensely when so doing. Still, he had no taste for the counting-house; and after six | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047108 | years gave it up to become a clergyman, and forthwith proceeded to Oxford. Both at Oxford and at Martinhoe, in North Devon, where he spent some time during the vacations, Hannington preserved his reputation for fun and love of adventure. At Oxford he took part in practical jokes innumerable; at Martinhoe cliff-climbing and adventurous scrambles occupied some little of his | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047109 | time. One day he went with two companions to explore a cave called "The Eyes". Adjoining this they discovered a narrow hole leading to a further cave, which was below high-water mark. Into this with great exertion Jim managed to squeeze himself. It was quite dark inside, and whilst he was describing it to his companions they suddenly noticed that | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047110 | the tide was fast coming in, and implored him to get out of his perilous position at once. Easier said than done. The difficulty he had found in getting in was a trifle compared with the passage out. He tried head first, then feet first, and whilst his friends tugged he squeezed. It was of no use. The sea had | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047111 | almost reached him, and drowning seemed certain. Then, quite hopeless of escape, he bade his companions good-bye. All at once it occurred to him to try taking off his clothes. This made just the difference required, and with a tremendous effort he got out of his prison-house in the very nick of time. A little later comes an important entry | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047112 | in his diary: "---- opened a correspondence with me to-day, which I speak of as delightful; it led to my conversion". Thereafter followed a change in Hannington's life--he prayed more. It seems that about this time a college friend began to think much of him, and to pray earnestly for him; and finally wrote to him a serious, simple, earnest | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047113 | letter, which had much effect on Hannington. The letter was unanswered for over a year; but coming at a time when the man of twenty-five was beginning to find that there were better things to be done in life than cliff-climbing in the country, or giving pleasant parties at Oxford, it wrought its purpose, and formed the first step towards | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047114 | the new life. Having spent some time in study, Hannington went up for his ordination examination. He did very well the first day; the second he was ill and could do nothing; the third the same; and when he was dismissed by the bishop he was in a state akin to despair. The next examination was better, but he was | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047115 | nervous, and found his mind at times a hopeless blank. He passed, but not in such a way as he desired. At the examination for priest's orders he came out at the top of the list. The first portion of his life as a curate did not seem to point to his making any mark upon his Devonshire flock. His | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047116 | audiences were sleepy, and paid little attention to his sermons. One day he got lost on Exmoor in trying to make a short cut to a place where he was to conduct service. He was consequently late in arriving, and found the congregation waiting. On explaining why he was late to the clerk:-- "Iss," said that official, "we reckoned you | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047117 | was lost, but now you are here go and put on your surples and be short, for we all want to get back to dinner". Truly he was no Wesley in those days! But to him, as to every true-hearted seeker, light came at last. Not long afterwards he could write, "I know now that Jesus Christ died for me, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047118 | and that He is mine and I am His". After little more than a year in Devonshire, Hannington was appointed curate in charge of St. George's, Hurstpierpoint, near Brighton. By his earnestness he roused the people to a fuller faith and to better works. Finding much drunkenness in the place he turned teetotaler, and persuaded many to sign the pledge. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047119 | He started Bible classes, prayer meetings, and mothers' meetings. Not only was he a shining light in his own parish, but he also went about the country and assisted at revival missions, showing himself everywhere a bright and helpful minister of the Gospel. In the year Hannington heard of the violent deaths which had befallen Lieut. Shergold Smith and Mr. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047120 | O'Neil in Central Africa. From this time he became drawn towards mission work in that district. It was not, however, till the year that he finally entered into arrangements with the Church Missionary Society to go to Africa. Their high estimation of his capacities may be gathered from the fact that he was appointed as leader of the expedition which | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047121 | was being sent out. It was a horrible wrench at last to leave wife and children. "My most bitter trial," he writes--"an agony that still cleaves to me--was saying good-bye to the little ones. Thank God the pain was all on one side. 'Come back soon, papa!' they cried." His wife had resolutely made up her mind to give him | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047122 | to God, and was brave to the last. "When at length the ship left England I watched and watched the retreating tow-boat," he continues, "until I could see it no longer, and then hurried down below. Indeed, I felt for the moment as one paralysed. Now is the time for reaction--to 'cast all your care upon Him'." Strangely enough, both | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047123 | his missionary journeys in Africa failed in their original aim, which was to reach the kingdom of Uganda. In the first journey the expedition started from the coast at the end of June, . After two months' difficult marching into the interior, amidst the constant difficulties which beset the African traveller, he writes on 1st August: "I am very happy. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047124 | Fever is trying, but it does not take away the joy of the Lord, and keeps one low in the right place". On, on they went. Fever was so heavy upon him that his temperature reached degrees; but still he struggled forward, insisting upon placing a weary companion on the beast which he ought himself to have ridden. By 4th | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047125 | September they reached Uyui, a place which was still far distant from Lake Victoria (or Victoria Nyanza); and now he was at death's door. So intense was the pain he suffered that he asked to be left alone that he might scream, as that seemed to bring some relief. Notwithstanding this suffering, the expedition started forward again on 16th October, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047126 | Hannington being placed in a hammock. They reached Lake Victoria, but the leader could go no further. He was utterly broken down by continued fever; and, though the thought of returning to England without accomplishing his mission was bitter to him, it was a necessity. By June, , he was again in London. How favourable was the impression Hannington had | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047127 | already made upon the Missionary Society is apparent from the fact that the bishopric of East Equatorial Africa was offered him. He was consecrated in June, ; and, after visiting Palestine to confirm the churches there, he arrived in Frere Town on the west coast of Africa in January, , and spent several months of useful work in organising. By | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047128 | July, , he was ready to attempt the second time to reach the kingdom of Uganda. He determined to try a different route from that taken before, in order to avoid the fevers from which the previous expedition had suffered so terribly. After surmounting many difficulties in his passage through Masai Land he had by October reached within a few | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047129 | days' journey of Uganda; but there, on the outskirts of the kingdom he sought to enter, a martyr's death crowned his brief but earnest mission life. On 21st October, , the bishop had started from his tent to get a view of the river Nile when about twenty of the natives set upon him, robbed him, and hurried him off | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047130 | to prison. He was violently dragged along, some trying to force him one way, some another, dashing him against trees in their hurry, and bruising and wounding him without thought or consideration. Although the bishop believed he was to be thrown over a precipice or murdered at once, he could still say, "Lord, I put myself in Thy hands; I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047131 | look to Thee alone," and sing, "Safe in the arms of Jesus". At length, after a journey of about five miles, he was pushed into a hut, and there kept prisoner. Whilst in this place he endured all kinds of horrors. Laughed at in his sufferings by the savages, almost suffocated by the bad smells about the hut, taken out | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047132 | at times to be the sport of his captors, unable to eat, full of aches and pains, he was yet able to look up and say, "Let the Lord do as He sees fit," and to read his Bible and feel refreshed. On 27th October he writes: "I am very low, and cry to God for release". On the 28th | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047133 | fever developed rapidly. Word was brought that messengers had arrived from Mwanga, King of Uganda. Three soldiers from this monarch had indeed arrived; but, instead of bringing orders for his release, doubtless conveyed instructions that the bishop should be put to death. It seems that Mwanga had some fear of invasion from the East; and acting on his suspicions, without | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047134 | taking any trouble to ascertain the facts of the case, had sent the fatal command. On the day of the bishop's release, the 29th, he was held up by Psalm xxx., which came with great power. As he was led forth to execution he sang hymns nearly all the way. When his captors hesitated to launch their spears at him, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047135 | he spake gently to them and pointed to his gun. So, either by gunshot or spear wounds, died another of that glorious band of martyrs who have, century after century, fearlessly laid down their lives to advance the Kingdom of God. Mrs. Hannington has kindly made a tracing of the page in the bishop's little pocket diary for 28th October, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047136 | the day before his martyrdom took place. I am very glad to be able to give a reproduction of so interesting a memento. [Illustration: diary entry] _Seventh day's prison. Wednesday, 28th October_. A terrible night, 1st with noisy, drunken guard, and 2nd with vermin which have found out my tent and swarm. I don't think I got one sound hour's | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047137 | sleep, and woke with fever fast developing. O Lord, do have mercy upon me and release me. I am quite broken down and brought low. Comforted by reading 27th Psalm. In an hour or two's time fever developing rapidly. My tent was so stifling I was obliged to go inside the filthy hut, and soon was delirious. Evening: fever passed | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047138 | away. Word came that Mwanga had sent soldiers, but what news they bring they will not yet let me know. Much comforted by 28th Psalm. A MAN WHO CONQUERED DISAPPOINTMENTS. THE STORY OF SIR HENRY HAVELOCK. He was nicknamed "Phlos"--short for philosopher--even when at school. Havelock and a few companions at Charterhouse met together for devotion, and of course came | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047139 | in for a large amount of jeering from some of the other boys. But it was useless to call him "Methodist" and "hypocrite"; he had learnt from his mother the value of Bible reading, and possessed sufficient character to care little what his companions said. He knew the right, and did it--thus early he was a philosopher in a small | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047140 | way. It had been intended that Havelock should follow the law as a profession; and he was studying with this end in view when his father stopped the necessary supplies of money, and he had to turn to some other occupation for a living. He had always had a leaning towards a military life, and by his brother's aid obtained | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047141 | a commission as second lieutenant in , being then twenty years old. Unlike Colin Campbell, who was in the thick of the fight within a few months of joining his regiment, it was some years before Havelock had a chance of distinguishing himself; but meantime he set to work to study military history and tactics both ancient and modern. Not | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047142 | content with this, he learnt Persian and Hindostanee; and thus when he went to India in he was equipped as few young men of his day were. Havelock's faith, strong though it was, had to undergo a time of severe trial. Doubts arose in his mind, and made him miserable while they lasted. But on board ship he came across | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047143 | Lieut. Gardner, to whom, with others, he was giving lessons in languages; and as a result of his intercourse with this man he became again the same simple loving believer that he had been when he learnt to read the Bible at his mother's knee, or braved the taunts of his school-fellows. During the two months he was at Calcutta | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047144 | he held religious meetings, to which the soldiers were invited. At these, not only did he preach the Gospel of Christ, but he made a point of telling the men the blessings of temperance; and it was by his influence that later on a society was formed in the regiment, and various attractions were placed before the men to keep | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047145 | them from intemperance. Now came the chance of active service for which he had been longing. An expedition was planned against the Burmese, and Havelock was one of the members. But a great disappointment was in store for him. The ship in which he sailed was delayed, and did not arrive at Rangoon till the town was taken. Still, though | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047146 | there was no glory to be gained, there was much good work to be done in looking after his men's comfort and well-being; and this he did to the utmost of his power. He also held simple services, such as the men could appreciate, in one of the Buddhist temples. Though there was not a great deal of fighting to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047147 | do, there were great losses of men through disease; and Havelock himself was ere long so ill that he was told a voyage to England was the only thing to save his life. This, however, he objected to; and after a stay at Bombay he was sufficiently restored to rejoin his regiment. During this war a night attack was made | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047148 | by the enemy on an outpost; and the men ordered to repulse it were not ready when summoned. "Then call out Havelock's saints," said the commander-in-chief. "They are always sober, and can be depended upon, and Havelock himself is always ready." And, surely enough, "Havelock's saints" were among the enemy in double quick time, and soon gave them as much | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047149 | steel and lead as they had any wish for! "Every inch a soldier, and every inch a Christian,"--that was an exact description of this man. Even the day he got married to Hannah Marshman, the missionary's daughter, he showed that he was a soldier before all else. For, having been suddenly summoned to attend a military court of inquiry at | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047150 | twelve o'clock on his wedding day, he got married at an earlier hour than he had previously arranged, took a quick boat to Calcutta, returning to his bride when his business of the day was finished. Time passed on, and the leader of "the saints" was still but a junior lieutenant, though he had been seventeen years in the army. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047151 | Thrice were his hopes of promotion raised, and thrice doomed to disappointment. Still he murmured not. "I have only two wishes," he would say. "I pray that in life and death I may glorify God, and that my wife and children may be provided for." Heavy trials befel him. Death laid its hand on his little boy Ettrick, and another | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047152 | child was so burnt in a fire that happened at their bungalow that he died also, whilst his beloved wife narrowly escaped the same fate. Yet he bore all this with patience. Stern commander though he was, his men loved him so much that they wanted to give him a month of their pay to assist him in the loss | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047153 | of means occasioned by the fire. Though their offer was refused, yet Havelock could not but be thankful for the kind feeling which prompted it. At length, after over twenty years' service, he became a captain. In the Afghan war Havelock was with General Sale at Jellalabad at the time that Dr. Brydon brought the news of the massacre of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047154 | our men by the Afghans; and during the anxious time that followed he was able to render good service in the field and at the council table. He fought in the battles of Moodkee, Ferozeshah, and Sobraon. At the first-named he had two horses shot under him; and in all he distinguished himself by coolness and bravery. When the terrible | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047155 | mutiny broke out in India in the year , the hour of dire emergency had come, and with it had come the man. "Your excellency," said Sir Patrick Grant, presenting Havelock to Lord Canning, "I have brought the man." That was on 17th June, . Two days later Havelock was appointed to the command of the little army. His instructions | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047156 | were that, "after quelling all disturbances at Allahabad, he should not lose a moment in supporting Sir Henry Lawrence at Lucknow, and Sir Hugh Wheeler at Cawnpore; and that he should take prompt measures for dispersing and utterly destroying all mutineers and insurgents". A large order that to tell a commander with men, to take a dozen fortified places defended | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047157 | by ten times the number of his own force! Not a moment was to be lost, for both cities were in deadly peril. Alas! Early on the 1st July came news of the terrible massacre of the Cawnpore garrison,--men, women and children slain in one wanton, heartless slaughter, which still makes the blood run cold to read about. Out of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047158 | the men under Havelock's command only were British soldiers. But in that force every man was a hero. Notwithstanding the scorching heat of an Indian summer,--in spite, too, of the fact that a number of the men were obliged to march in heavy garments utterly unsuited to the climate; though death, disease, and a thousand perils lay in front of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047159 | them,--not a man of Havelock's "Ironsides" but was impatient to push onward to death or victory. The general himself was full of humble trust in the Lord, and was in good spirits notwithstanding--perhaps because of--the perils before him. For it is written of him that "he was always as sour as if he had swallowed a pint of vinegar except | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047160 | when he was being shot at,--and then he was as blithe as a schoolboy out for a holiday". Sour he was _not_, but he kept splendid discipline among his troops. "Soldiers," he said as they set out, "there is work before us. We are bound on an expedition whose object is the supremacy of British rule, and to avenge the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047161 | fate of British men and women." The first battle fought was at Futtehpore. Writing to his wife on the same night, Havelock said: "One of the prayers oft repeated throughout my life has been answered, and I have lived to command in a general action.... We fought, and in ten minutes' time the affair was decided.... But away with vain | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047162 | glory! Thanks to God Almighty, who gave me the victory." Day, after day, the men fought and marched--marched and fought. Battle after battle was won against foes of reckless daring, carefully entrenched, amply supplied with big guns, and infinitely superior in numbers. His men were often half famished. For two whole days they had but one meal, consisting of a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047163 | few biscuits and porter! Hearing that some of the women and children were still alive, having escaped the massacre of 27th June, Havelock pressed on with his wearied little army. "With God's help," said he, "we shall save them, or every man die in the attempt." Nana Sahib himself barred the way to Cawnpore. His men were well placed in | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047164 | good positions; but they were driven from post to post before the onset of the British. "Now, Highlanders!" shouted Havelock, as the men halted to re-form after one of their irresistible onslaughts; "another charge like the last wins the day!" And again the Scots scattered the enemy, at the bayonet's point. The sun was far towards the western horizon before | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047165 | the battle was finally over. The mutineers were brave men; and, though beaten, retreated, reformed, and fought again. The enemy had rallied at a village; and Havelock's men, after their day's fight, lagged a little when, having gone over ploughed fields and swamps, they came again under fire. [Illustration: THE RELIEF OF LUCKNOW.] But their general rode out under fire | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047166 | of the guns, and, smiling as a cannon ball just missed him by a hairsbreadth, said:-- "Come, who is to take that village--the Highlanders or the 64th?" That was enough: pell-mell went both regiments upon the enemy, who had a bad quarter of an hour between the two. Cawnpore was won; but, alas! the women and children had been slain | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047167 | whilst their countrymen had been fighting for their deliverance. And Lucknow was not yet to be relieved. For after advancing into Oude Havelock found that constant fighting, cholera, sunstroke and illness had so reduced his numbers that to go on would risk the extermination of his force. He therefore returned to await reinforcements. By the time these arrived, Sir James | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047168 | Outram had been appointed general of the forces in India; but he generously refused to accept the command till Lucknow had been relieved, saying that, Havelock having made such noble exertions, it was only right he should have the honour of leading the troops till this had been done. So he accompanied the army as a volunteer; and again the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047169 | men fought their way, this time right through the mutineers, accomplishing their object by the first relief of Lucknow. On the evening of 28th September, the soldiers reached the Residency, where the British had been shut up for so long face to face with death. The last piece of fighting was the worst they had had to face. Fired at | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047170 | from roof and window by concealed foes, they marched on with unwavering courage, and those who reached the Residency had a reward such as can come to few in this life. As the women and children frantic with joy rushed to welcome their rescuers the stern-set faces of the Highlanders changed to joy and gladness; hunger, thirst, wounds, weariness--all were | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047171 | forgotten as they clasped hands with those for whom they had fought and bled. "God bless you," they exclaimed; "why, we expected to have found only your bones!" "And the children living too!" Women and children, civilians and soldiers, gave themselves up to pure gladness of heart, and in that meeting all thought of past woes and dangers faded away. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047172 | After a series of the most thrilling incidents the world has known, Lucknow was finally relieved by Sir Colin Campbell. When Havelock came from the Residency to meet the troops the men flocked round him cheering, and their enthusiasm brought tears to the veteran's eyes. On the 17th November Lucknow was relieved, and on the 24th Havelock died. "I have," | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047173 | he said to Outram in his last illness, "for forty years so ruled my life that when death came I might face it without fear." A FRIEND OF PRISONERS. THE STORY OF JOHN HOWARD. In St. Paul's Cathedral there stands a monument representing a man with a key in his right hand and a scroll in his left, whilst on | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047174 | the pedestal from which he looks down are pictured relics of the prison life of the past. The man is John Howard, who travelled tens of thousands of miles, and spent many years in visiting gaols all over England and the Continent, and in endeavouring to render prison life less degrading and brutalising. Wherever he went prison doors were unlocked | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047175 | as if he possessed a magic key; and by his life and books he did more to help prisoners than any other man. It is only just over a hundred years since John Howard died; yet in his day persons could be put to death for stealing a horse or a sheep, for robbing dwellings, for defrauding creditors, for forgery, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047176 | for wounding deer, for killing or maiming cattle, for stealing goods to the value of five shillings, or even for cutting a band in a hop plantation. And many persons who were innocent of any offence would lie in dungeons for years! At his father's death John Howard came into possession of a good property; and, marrying a lady some | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047177 | years older than himself, settled down on his estate and passed three years of quiet happiness. Then a great grief came to him. His wife died, and Howard was bowed down with sorrow. But the distress brought with it a longing to be a comfort to others; and he set out for Lisbon, which had just been visited by the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047178 | great earthquake of , with the hope of assisting the homeless and suffering. France and England were then at war, and on his way thither he was captured by a French vessel and thrown into prison. He was placed in a dark, damp, filthy dungeon, and was half starved. For two months he was kept a prisoner, and as soon | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047179 | as he was free he set about obtaining the release of his fellow captives. Some years later he became a sheriff of Bedford, and began visiting the prisoners in the gaol where John Bunyan wrote the _Pilgrim's Progress_. From the inquiries he made during the course of his visitations he was astonished to find that the gaolers received no salary, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047180 | and that they lived on what they could make out of the prisoners. As a result it often happened that those who had been acquitted at their trial were kept in prison long afterwards, because they were unable to pay the fees which the gaoler demanded. Horrified at the state in which he found the prison and at the abuses | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047181 | of justice that prevailed, John Howard determined to find out what was done in other parts of the kingdom, and visited a number of gaols throughout the country. And fearful places he found them to be! Boys who were taken to gaol for the first time were put with old and hardened criminals; the prisons were dirty and ill-smelling; the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047182 | dungeons were dark and unhealthy; and, unless prisoners could afford to pay for comforts, they were obliged to sleep on cold bare floors, even delicate women not being exempted from such cruel treatment. At Exeter he found two sailors in gaol, having been fined one shilling each for some trifling offence, and owing 15s. 8d. for fees to the gaolers | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047183 | and clerk of the peace. When he visited Cardiff he heard a man had just died in prison after having been there ten years for a debt of seven pounds. At Plymouth he found that three men had been shut up in a little dark room only five and a half feet high, so that they could neither breathe freely | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047184 | nor stand upright. Hundreds of cases as bad or worse than these did he discover and bring before public notice. He gave evidence before the House of Commons of what he had seen. Then Acts of Parliament were passed, providing that gaolers should be paid out of the rates, that prisoners who were found not guilty should be set at | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047185 | liberty at once, that the prisons should be kept clean and healthy, and the prisoners properly clothed and attended to. Determined that these Acts should not remain a dead letter, he went about the country seeing that what Parliament required was actually carried out. Not contented with what he had already done, he travelled abroad, inspecting the prisons of France, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047186 | Russia, Holland, Switzerland, Germany, and other countries, in order to see how they compared with those in Great Britain. Strange to say, he discovered that in a number of cases they were in many ways better; and the prisoners, unlike their fellows in Britain, were generally employed in some useful manner. When he was in London on one occasion he | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047187 | heard that there had been a revolt in the military prison in the Savoy. Two of the gaolers had been killed, and the rioters held possession of the building. Howard set off for the prison, though he was warned that his life would not be safe if he ventured inside. Nothing daunted, he went amongst the prisoners, and soon persuaded | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047188 | them to go back to their cells peaceably, promising to bring their grievances before the authorities. At Paris he was unable for a long time to get into that great prison house which then existed called the Bastille. Try as he would, he could gain no admittance. One day when he was passing he went to the gate of the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047189 | prison, rang the bell and marched in. After passing the sentry he stopped and took a good look at the building, then he had to beat a hasty retreat, and narrowly escaped capture; but by that time he had partly accomplished his object. When Howard was in Russia the empress sent a message saying she desired to see him; but | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047190 | he returned an answer that he was devoting his time to inspecting prisons, and had no leisure for visiting the palaces of rulers. At Rome, however, he was prevailed on to go and see the Pope, on the express understanding that he should not be obliged to kiss his holiness's toe; and he came away with a very pleasant remembrance | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047191 | of the Holy Father. At Vienna the Emperor Joseph II. specially requested an interview. Howard refused at first to meet the emperor's wishes; but, on the English ambassador representing good might come of the visit, Howard went to see his majesty, and remained with him two hours in conversation, during which time he made the emperor acquainted with the bad | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047192 | state of some of the Austrian prisons. Once or twice the emperor was angered by Howard's plainness of speech, but told the ambassador afterwards that he liked the prison reformer all the better for his honesty. Having made up his mind to see the quarantine establishment at Marseilles, Howard made his way through France, though he was so feared and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047193 | disliked by the Government that he was warned if he were caught in that country he would be thrown into the Bastille. He disguised himself as a doctor, and after some narrow escapes arrived at Marseilles and visited the Lazaretto (or place of detention for the infected), though even Frenchmen were forbidden to do so. He took drawings of the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047194 | place, and then went on a tour to many southern cities. He was at Smyrna while fever was raging with fury, and went amongst the sick and fever-stricken, fearless of the consequences. In the course of his travels the ship in which he was a passenger was attacked by pirates, and John Howard showed himself as brave in actual battle | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047195 | as he was in fighting abuses; for he loaded the big gun with which the ship was armed nearly up to the muzzle with nails and spikes, and fired it into the pirate crew just in time to save himself and his companions from destruction. The books in which he gave an account of his experiences were eagerly read by | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047196 | the public, and produced a profound effect. His last journey was to Russia. At Cherson he received an urgent request to visit a lady who had the fever. The place where she lived was many miles off, and no good horses were to be obtained. But he was determined not to disappoint her; so he procured a dray horse and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047197 | started for his destination on a wintry night, with rain falling in torrents. As a result of this journey he was stricken down by the fever, and died 20th January, . Howard was a very hard worker, and a man of most frugal habits. He was often up by two o'clock in the morning writing and doing business till seven, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047198 | when he breakfasted. He ate no flesh food, and drank no wine or spirits. He had a great dislike to any fuss being made about him personally; and, though was subscribed during his life to erect a memorial, it was, at his earnest desire, either returned to the subscribers or spent in assisting poor debtors. But after his death a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000047199 | memorial was put up in St. Paul's, and quite recently a monument has been erected at Bedford, where he first began his labours on behalf of the prisoners. A HERO OF THE VICTORIA CROSS. THE STORY OF KAVANAGH. It was the time of the Indian Mutiny. Lucknow was in the hands of the rebels. Within the Residency Sir James Outram, | 60 | gutenberg |
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