CHAPTER XLIX.

I FLUSTER THE GREAT JUPITER OF MY LITTLE WORLD.

The successful issue of this little enterprise gave me great

satisfaction. There was, of course, nothing in it for me, nor did I want

anything, but it furnished me with an excellent standpoint from which to

address the Home Secretary should the occasion ever arise.

The occasion did arise some time after, and I utilized it in this way: A

friend of mine had come over from America to see me and to try if it

were not possible to obtain some reduction in the sentence. My postman

warder was away at the moment, so letter-carrier facilities were cut

off. I wanted very much indeed to communicate with my friend, and

applied to the Home Secretary explaining the position and asking him to

let me write two letters immediately. At the end of eight weeks an

answer came back that the Home Secretary had carefully considered the

application and could find no sufficient grounds for advising Her

Majesty to grant the prayer thereof. The next day I obtained a petition

sheet from the governor and wrote the following petition:

"To the Right Hon. Sir William V. Harcourt, Secretary of State for the

Home Department:

"The petition of, etc., humbly showeth: That two months ago I petitioned

the Home Secretary for permission to write two letters, explaining the

urgency of the occasion and pointing out that the request was by no

means unusual. Yesterday the answer arrived telling me, with as much

truth, I have no doubt, as kindness, the anxiety with which the right

honorable gentleman has been for eight weeks considering the petition.

"I hasten to express to the Home Secretary the regret I cannot but feel

at the thought of causing him so much concern, which I sincerely trust

has had no prejudicial effect upon his health. I regret this the more as

there was really no necessity for requiring eight whole weeks of his

time to the inevitable great neglect of the public business, for no man

who owns or who is known to be able to get a half sovereign ever has the

slightest difficulty in sending out as many clandestine letters as he

chooses. This, of course, is an infraction of the rules, and any

reasonable man would rather get along in a friendly spirit with the

prison authorities than be at war with them, but when trifling favors

which it requires but to stretch out the hand to take are refused,

rules, prison authorities and the Home Secretary himself are

contemptuously set aside and the forbidden favor taken.

"I trust that this knowledge will save the Home Secretary any repetition

of the anxiety he has suffered on this occasion, but while regretting my

want of success in petitions for myself I desire to thank the right

honorable gentleman for the kind attention he pays to my petitions for

others.

"The Home Secretary will perhaps remember his merciful consideration of

the case of Mr. Frederick Barton, whom he released some short time ago,

but it will perhaps be news to him to hear that it was I who invented

Mr. Barton's fortune and wrote the petition which furnished the grounds

for advising Her Most Gracious Majesty to extend her royal clemency to

the deserving young man. The result of my petition by no means surprised

me, for I was always confident that an English gentleman could never be

guilty of the solecism against English customs implied by keeping in

prison a young gentleman who could perform so meritorious an act as to

fall heir to many bags of gold and sixteen thousand acres of cotton land

in India.

"Mr. Barton had previously petitioned for mercy pointing out that he was

but 17 years old at the time of his arrest, and asking that his extreme

youth might plead for him. This petition the Home Secretary treated with

very proper contempt, but it was really delightful to contrast that

contempt with the respectful and instant attention shown to the

petition of the young heir.

"I have a difficulty in expressing the comfort with which I saw an

English Home Secretary, with all the power of the Empire in his hands to

protect him against imposition, releasing a criminal after reading a

sheet of foolscap covered with lies, which had been left at the Home

Office by a released convict within half an hour after passing through

the gates of Millbank. It is but the merest justice, however, to add

that poor Mr. Smith, the presenter of the petition, was as badly

humbugged as the Home Secretary himself. The glitter of gold was flashed

before his eyes as it was before the eyes of Sir William Vernon

Harcourt, and with equal effect.

"To me this effect was certain, as not the slightest doubt existed in my

mind that the moment it became a question of great sums of money all

distinctions would vanish and pickpocket and Home Secretary would

scramble on to the same foothold.

"The result, it is unnecessary to add, perfectly justified me. As I

watched the lucky Frederick set out to return to the stable he came from

it occurred to me that had he understood German, which he did not, nor

English either, for that matter, he might have whispered joyfully to

himself, in the words of another dealer in ways that are dark and tricks

which are vain:

"'Es ist gar hubsch von einem grossen Herrn,

So menschlich mit dem Teufel selbst zu sprechen.'

"Doubtless, however, the Home Secretary will feel, as I do myself,

that he acted in this matter in accordance with the commonest

dictates of duty, and I beg to assure him that, having every

facility for sending out as many letters as I please, I shall never

again cause him weeks of anxious consideration. Respectfully

submitted,

"AUSTIN BIDWELL."

Whatever Sir William Vernon Harcourt may have thought about the

petition, he said nothing, but I dare say he did not feel flattered. It

required no small daring to send it, but as I knew I had nothing to hope

from him I could look with perfect equanimity upon any consequences

likely to follow.

The governor of the prison did not dare to violate the regulations by

refusing to send my petition, written as it was on an official form and

duly entered on the books of the establishment, but he sent for me in

hot haste. Assuming a threatening air, he demanded how I dared to play

such monkey tricks. Officially the governor was a hot member and

enforced an iron discipline both with wardens and the men, but

personally he was not a bad fellow, so I merely laughed and asked him if

he was a critic and reviser of petitions; therefore, a local Home

Secretary. He saw I was not to be intimidated, and almost begged of me

not to do so any more. As he was a pretty good fellow, and I had no wish

to cause him any embarrassment, I readily promised, provided I was

permitted now and then to write a special letter. This permission he

intimated would not be withheld, and there, so far as the governor was

concerned, the incident ended. But so unheard-of a document emanating

from a prisoner created a sensation among the officers, who all came to

know of the matter, and added several degrees to whatever respect they

were inclined to have for me.

As there is no attempt at humor in this book, and since I am on the

subject of petitions, I will give here a copy of one sent by a fellow

prisoner who was somewhat of a character and whose name was Niblo Clark.

To some of the prisoners the art of reading and writing is an all but

insoluble mystery. Every man is allowed a small slate, and many of the

prisoners spend an incredible amount of painful toil and mental

wrestling in preparing a petition, which, by the way, never does any

good. Poor Niblo for a whole year, through all the Summer's warmth and

Winter's frost, spent his spare hours producing this petition, and I

think my reader will agree with me that it is a masterpiece of its

kind.

PETITION.

Register No. Y 19. Name, Niblo Clark,

Present Age, 40. Confined in Chatham Prison.

Date of Petition, January 15, 1890.

CONVICTED. CRIME. SENTENCE. REMARKS.

When. Where.

1880. Old Bailey, Burglary. 15 Years. In Hospital.

London. Troublesome.

To the Right Honorable Henry Mathews, Her Majesty's Principal

Secretary of State for the Home Department:

The Petition of Niblo Clark Humbly Sheweth--

The Right Honorable Secretary the great benefit your humble

petitioner would derive by a speedy removal from this damp and

foggy inhospitable Climate to a milder one; the atmostphere here

his thoroughly prejudicial to your petitioners health and causes me

to be a great Sufferer i am Suffering from asthma accompanied with

bad attacks of Chronic bronchitis and have been now 3 long years

Confined to a bed of Sickness in a Sad and pitable Condition and

upon those Clear grounds and physical proofs your petitioner humbly

prays that it may please the Right Honorable Secretary to order my

removal to a warmer and milder Climate necessity also compels me to

complain of repeated acts of injustice and Cruely committed again

me, and which in some respects Might Justly undergo the imputation

of ferocity there are numbers and frivolous and false charges

conspired against me and every time i am discharged from here the

Governor takes them Seperate one each and trys to murder me: i have

been No less then Six weeks at one time on bread and Water

accompanied with a little penal Class and all the officers are

incouraged to practise all kinds of barbarious maltreatment against

me and other sick men--theres is one officer here place here for

the express purpose of tantelizing me and other his Name is Warder

Newcombe this officer sir has barbariously struck and assaulted

patients on there Sick bed and Several has complained of it to the

Governor--But i am Sorry to say its greatly fostered and incouraged

especially upon me it is quite useless to complain of anything to

the Governor.

Right Honourable Sir i humbly beg that you will listen to my woe

for what i Suffer in Chatham prison the one half you do not Know

From repeated attacks of this frightful disease i am getting worse

each day

So i humbly trust you will have me removed without the least delay

In making my request in poetry Sir i hope you wont think i am Joking

for the greatest favour you can bestowe upon me is to Send me back to

Woking

For in this damp and foggy Climate its impossible to ever get better

So i humbly trust in addition to this you will grant me a Special letter

Another little case i wish to State if you Sir will Kindly listen

has it would Cause a Vast amount of talk all round and about the prison

I mean if Niblo Clark Should be sent upon some public Works

it would cause more talk then the late dispute between the russians and

the turks

in foggy wheather with my disease it would be impossible to larst one

hour

and if you doubt the accuracy of what i say i refere to doctor Power

or any other naval doctor or one from the army garrison

they one and all would say the Same and likewise Doctor Harrison

Since my reception in this here prison i have been a most unfortunate man

and i will tell you the why and wherefore as well as i possibly Can

for every time i been in this hospital its the whole truth what i Say

for my medical treatment i assure Sir i have dearly had to pay

A regular marked man i have been for them all its well known to Captain

Harris

for the list of reports against me would reach from this place to paris

So i humbly beg Right Honourable Sir you will grant this humble petition

for i am sorry to State i have nothing to pay having lost both health

and remission

Such Cruel injustice to poor Sick men is far from being just and right

but to report Sick patients in hospital is the officers Chief delight

But perhaps kind Sir you might imagine that they only do this to a dodger

But its done to all--Austin Bidwell as well and likewise to poor Sir

Roger (Tichborne).

like Savage lions in this infirmary the Officers about are walking

to Catch and report a dying poor man for the frivolous Charge of talking

and when we go out from hospital our poor bodies they try to Slaughter

by taking these reports one at the time and Killing us on bread and water

I am suffering a Chest and throat disease a frightful Chronic disorder

and to go out from hospital is attempting Suicide to get heaps of bread

and Water

for it is such cruel treatment made me as i am and brought me to the

Verge of the grave

So in conclusion Right Honourable Sir a removal i humbly Crave

if this petition should not be sent prisoners abstain from further

writting who will explain his case more Clearly to the Visiting director

and i wish to have this petition Submitted to the director by your truly

humble servant Niblo Clark.

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