Chapter LXXX.

The State Prisoners.

(From 'The Age', February 14th, 1855.)

The following is the copy of a letter addressed by the state prisoners now

awaiting their trial in the Melbourne Gaol, to the Sheriff, complaining

of the treatment they have received:-

Her Majesty's Gaol, Melbourne,

February 6th, 1855.

To the Sheriff of the Colony of Victoria:-

Sir--As the chief officer of the government, regulating

prison discipline in Victoria, we, the undersigned Ballaarat

state prisoners, respectfully beg to acquaint you with

the mode of our treatment since our imprisonment in this

gaol, in the hope that you will be pleased to make some

alteration for the better.

At seven o'clock in the morning we are led into a small

yard of about thirty yards long and eight wide, where

we must either stand, walk or seat ourselves upon the

cold earth (no seats or benches being afforded us), and

which at meal times serves as chair, table, etc., with

the additional consequence of having our food saturated

with sand, dust, and with every kind of disgusting filth

which the wind may happen to stir up within the yard.

We are locked in, about three o'clock in the afternoon,

four or five of us together, in a cell whose dimensions

are three feet by twelve, being thus debarred from the

free air of heaven for sixteen hours out of the twenty-four.

The food is of the very worst description ever used by

civilized beings. We are debarred the use of writing

materials, except for purposes of pressing necessity; are

never permitted to see a newspaper; and strictly prohibited

the use of tobacco and snuff. We have been subjected to

the annoyance of being stripped naked, a dozen men together,

when a process of 'searching' takes place that is debasing

to any human being, but perfectly revolting to men whose

sensibilities have never been blunted by familiarity with

crime--an ordeal of examination, and the coarse audacity

with which it is perpetrated, as would make manhood blush,

and which it would assuredly resent, as an outrage upon

common decency, in any other place than a prison. And again,

when the visiting justice makes his rounds, we are made

to stand bareheaded before him, as if--etc.

We give the government the credit of believing that it is

not its wish we should be treated with such apparent malignity

and apparent malice; and also believe that if you, sir,

the representative of government in this department, had

been previously made acquainted with this mode of treatment,

you would have caused it to be altered. But we have hitherto

refrained from troubling the government on the subject,

in expectation of a speedy trial, which now appears to be

postponed sine die.

We, each of us, can look back with laudable pride upon

our lives, and not a page in the record of the past can

unfold a single transgression which would degrade us before

man, or for which we would be condemned before our Maker.

And we naturally ask why we should be treated as if our

lives had been one succession of crime, or as if society

breathed freely once more at being rid of our dangerous

and demoralising presence. Even the Sunday, that to all

men in Christendom is a day of relaxation and comparative

enjoyment, to us is one of gloom and weariness, being locked

up in a dreary cell from three o'clock Saturday evening

till seven on Monday morning (except for about an hour

and a half on Sunday); thus locked up in a narrow dungeon

for forty consecutive hours! We appeal to you, and ask,

was there ever worse treatment, in the worst days of the

Roman inquisition, for men whose reputation had never

been sullied with crime?

We therefore humbly submit, that, as the state looks only

at present to our being well secured, we ought to be treated

with every liberality consistent with our safe custody;

and that any unnecessary harshness, or arrogant display

of power, is nothing more or less than wanton cruelty.

Some of us, for instance, could wile away several hours

each day in writing, an occupation which, while it would

fill up the dreary vacuum of a prison life, as would the

moderate use of snuff and tobacco cheer it, and soothe

that mental irritation consequent upon seclusion. But that

system of discipline which would paralyse the mind and

debilitate the body--that would destroy intellectual as

well as physical energy and vigour, cannot certainly be

of human origin.

Trusting you will remove these sources of annoyance and

complaint,

We beg to subscribe ourselves,

Sir

Your obedient servants.

[Here follow the names.]

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Sheriff CLAUDE FARIE, Inspector PRICE, Turnkey HACKETT, they will praise

your names in hell!

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