IN WHICH OUR HERO DESCENDS INTO THE MANSION OF THE DAMNED.

The first step which Sir Launcelot took in the morning that succeeded his

arrival in London was to settle Mrs. Dolly Cowslip in lodgings at the

house where John Clump had promised to visit her; as he did not doubt,

that, though the visit was delayed, it would some time or other be

performed, and in that case he might obtain some intelligence of Aurelia.

Mr. Thomas Clarke was permitted to take up his habitation in the same

house, on his earnestly desiring he might be intrusted with the office of

conveying information and instruction between Dolly and our adventurer.

The knight himself resolved to live retired, until he should receive some

tidings relating to Miss Darnel that should influence his conduct; but he

proposed to frequent places of public resort incognito, that he might

have some chance of meeting by accident with the mistress of his heart.

Taking it for granted, that the oddities of Crowe would help to amuse him

in his hours of solitude and disappointment, he invited that original to

be his guest at a small house, which he determined to hire ready

furnished, in the neighbourhood of Golden Square. The captain thanked

him for his courtesy, and frankly embraced his offer, though he did not

much approve of the knight’s choice in point of situation. He said he

would recommend him to a special good upper deck hard by St. Catherine’s

in Wapping, where he would be delighted with the prospect of the street

forwards, well frequented by passengers, carts, drays, and other

carriages; and having backwards an agreeable view of Alderman Parson’s

great brewhouse, with two hundred hogs feeding almost under the window.

As a further inducement, he mentioned the vicinity of the Tower guns,

which would regale his hearing on days of salutation; nor did he forget

the sweet sound of mooring and unmooring ships in the river, and the

pleasing objects on the other side of the Thames, displayed in the oozy

docks and cabbage-gardens of Rotherhithe. Sir Launcelot was not

insensible to the beauties of this landscape, but, his pursuit lying

another way, he contented himself with a less enchanting situation, and

Crowe accompanied him out of pure friendship.

At night, Mr. Clarke arrived at our hero’s house with tidings that were

by no means agreeable. He told him, that Clump had left a letter for

Dolly, informing her, that his master, Squire Darnel, was to set out

early in the morning for Yorkshire; but he could give no account of her

lady, who had the day before been conveyed, he knew not whither, in a

hackney-coach, attended by her uncle and an ill-looking fellow, who had

much the appearance of a bailiff or turnkey, so that he feared she was in

trouble.

Sir Launcelot was deeply affected by this intimation. His apprehension

was even roused by a suspicion that a man of Darnel’s violent temper and

unprincipled heart might have practised upon the life of his lovely

niece; but, upon recollection, he could not suppose that he had recourse

to such infamous expedients, knowing as he did, that an account of her

would be demanded at his hands, and that it would be easily proved he had

conveyed her from the lodging in which she resided.

His first fears now gave way to another suggestion, that Anthony, in

order to intimidate her into a compliance with his proposals, had trumped

up a spurious claim against her, and, by virtue of a writ, confined her

in some prison or spunging-house. Possessed with this idea, he desired

Mr. Clarke to search the sheriff’s office in the morning, that he might

know whether any such writ had been granted; and he himself resolved to

make a tour of the great prisons belonging to the metropolis, to inquire,

if perchance she might not be confined under a borrowed name. Finally,

he determined, if possible, to apprise her of his place of abode, by a

paragraph in all the daily papers, signifying that Sir Launcelot Greaves

had arrived at his house near Golden Square.

All these resolutions were punctually executed. No such writ had been

taken out in the sheriff’s office; and therefore our hero set out on his

jail expedition, accompanied by Mr. Clarke, who had contracted some

acquaintance with the commanding officers in these garrisons, in the

course of his clerkship and practice as an attorney. The first day they

spent in prosecuting their inquiry through the Gate House, Fleet, and

Marshalsea; the next day they allotted to the King’s Bench, where they

understood there was a great variety of prisoners. There they proposed

to make a minute scrutiny, by the help of Mr. Norton, the deputy-marshal,

who was Mr. Clarke’s intimate friend, and had nothing at all of the

jailor, either in his appearance or in his disposition, which was

remarkably humane and benevolent towards all his fellow-creatures.

The knight having bespoke dinner at a tavern in the Borough, was,

together with Captain Crowe, conducted to the prison of the King’s Bench,

which is situated in St. George’s Fields, about a mile from the end of

Westminster Bridge, and appears like a neat little regular town,

consisting of one street, surrounded by a very high wall, including an

open piece of ground, which may be termed a garden, where the prisoners

take the air, and amuse themselves with a variety of diversions. Except

the entrance, where the turnkeys keep watch and ward, there is nothing in

the place that looks like a jail, or bears the least colour of restraint.

The street is crowded with passengers. Tradesmen of all kinds here

exercise their different professions. Hawkers of all sorts are admitted

to call and vend their wares as in any open street of London. Here are

butchers’ stands, chandlers’ shops, a surgery, a tap-house, well

frequented, and a public kitchen, in which provisions are dressed for all

the prisoners gratis, at the expense of the publican. Here the voice of

misery never complains; and, indeed, little else is to be heard but the

sounds of mirth and jollity.

At the farther end of the street, on the right hand, is a little paved

court, leading to a separate building, consisting of twelve large

apartments, called state rooms, well furnished and fitted up for the

reception of the better sort of Crown prisoners; and, on the other side

of the street, facing a separate division of ground, called the common

side, is a range of rooms occupied by prisoners of the lowest order, who

share the profits of a begging-box, and are maintained by this practice,

and some established funds of charity. We ought also to observe, that

the jail is provided with a neat chapel, in which a clergyman, in

consideration of a certain salary, performs divine service every Sunday.

Our adventurer, having searched the books, and perused the description of

all the female prisoners who had been for some weeks admitted into the

jail, obtained not the least intelligence of his concealed charmer, but

resolved to alleviate his disappointment by the gratification of his

curiosity.

Under the auspices of Mr. Norton, he made a tour of the prison, and, in

particular, visited the kitchen, where he saw a number of spits loaded

with a variety of provision, consisting of butchers’ meat, poultry, and

game. He could not help expressing his astonishment, with uplifted

hands, and congratulating himself in secret upon his being a member of

that community which had provided such a comfortable asylum for the

unfortunate. His ejaculation was interrupted by a tumultuous noise in

the street; and Mr. Norton declaring he was sent for to the lodge,

consigned our hero to the care of one Mr. Felton, a prisoner of a very

decent appearance, who paid his compliments with a good grace, and

invited the company to repose themselves in his apartment, which was

large, commodious, and well furnished. When Sir Launcelot asked the

cause of that uproar, he told him that it was the prelude to a boxing

match between two of the prisoners, to be decided in the ground or garden

of the place.

Captain Crowe, expressing an eager curiosity to see the battle, Mr.

Felton assured him there would be no sport, as the combatants were both

reckoned dunghills; “but, in half an hour,” said he, “there will be a

battle of some consequence between two of the demagogues of the place,

Dr. Crabclaw and Mr. Tapley, the first a physician and the other a

brewer. You must know, gentlemen, that this microcosm, or republic inn

miniature, is like the great world, split into factions. Crabclaw is the

leader of one party, and the other is headed by Tapley; both are men of

warm and impetuous tempers, and their intrigues have embroiled the whole

place, insomuch that it was dangerous to walk the street on account of

the continual skirmishes of their partisans. At length, some of the more

sedate inhabitants having met and deliberated upon some remedy for these

growing disorders, proposed that the dispute should be at once decided by

single combat between the two chiefs, who readily agreed to the proposal.

The match was accordingly made for five guineas, and this very day and

hour appointed for the trial, on which considerable sums of money are

depending. As for Mr. Norton, it is not proper that he should be

present, or seem to countenance such violent proceedings, which, however,

it is necessary to connive at, as convenient vents for the evaporation of

those humours, which, being confined, might accumulate and break out with

greater fury in conspiracy and rebellion.”

The knight owned he could not conceive by what means such a number of

licentious people, amounting, with their dependants, to above five

hundred, were restrained within the bounds of any tolerable discipline,

or prevented from making their escape, which they might at any time

accomplish, either by stealth or open violence; as it could not be

supposed that one or two turnkeys, continually employed in opening and

shutting the door, could resist the efforts of a whole multitude.

“Your wonder, good sir,” said Mr. Felton, “will vanish, when you consider

it is hardly possible that the multitude should co-operate in the

execution of such a scheme; and that the keeper perfectly well

understands the maxim divide et impera. Many prisoners are restrained by

the dictates of gratitude towards the deputy-marshal, whose friendship

and good offices they have experienced; some no doubt are actuated by

motives of discretion. One party is an effectual check upon the other;

and I am firmly persuaded that there are not ten prisoners within the

place that would make their escape, if the doors were laid open. This is

a step which no man would take, unless his fortune was altogether

desperate; because it would oblige him to leave his country for life, and

expose him to the most imminent risk of being retaken and treated with

the utmost severity. The majority of the prisoners live in the most

lively hope of being released by the assistance of their friends, the

compassion of their creditors, or the favour of the legislature. Some

who are cut off from all these proposals are become naturalised to the

place, knowing they cannot subsist in any other situation. I myself am

one of these. After having resigned all my effects for the benefit of my

creditors, I have been detained these nine years in prison, because one

person refuses to sign my certificate. I have long outlived all my

friends from whom I could expect the least countenance or favour. I am

grown old in confinement, and lay my account with ending my days in jail,

as the mercy of the legislature in favour of insolvent debtors is never

extended to uncertified bankrupts taken in execution. By dint of

industry and the most rigid economy, I make shift to live independent in

this retreat. To this scene my faculty of subsisting, as well as my

body, is peculiarly confined. Had I an opportunity to escape, where

should I go? All my views of fortune have been long blasted. I have no

friends nor connexions in the world. I must, therefore, starve in some

sequestered corner, or be recaptivated and confined for ever to close

prison, deprived of the indulgences which I now enjoy.”

Here the conversation was broke off by another uproar, which was the

signal to battle between the doctor and his antagonist. The company

immediately adjourned to the field, where the combatants were already

undressed, and the stakes deposited. The doctor seemed of the middle age

and middle stature, active and alert, with an atrabilarious aspect, and a

mixture of rage and disdain expressed in his countenance. The brewer was

large, raw-boned, and round as a butt of beer, but very fat, unwieldy,

short-winded, and phlegmatic. Our adventurer was not a little surprised

when he beheld, in the character of seconds, a male and female stripped

naked from the waist upwards, the latter ranging on the side of the

physician; but the commencement of the battle prevented his demanding of

his guide an explanation of this phenomenon. The doctor retiring some

paces backwards, threw himself into the attitude of a battering-ram, and

rushed upon his antagonist with great impetuosity, foreseeing, that,

should he have the good fortune to overturn him in the first assault, it

would not be an easy task to raise him up again, and put him in a

capacity of offence. But the momentum of Crabclaw’s head, and the

concomitant efforts of his knuckles, had no effect upon the ribs of

Tapley, who stood firm as the Acroceraunian promontory; and stepping

forward with his projected fist, something smaller and softer than a

sledge-hammer, struck the physician to the ground.

In a trice, however, by the assistance of his female second, he was on

his legs again, and grappling with his antagonist, endeavoured to tip

him a fall, but instead of accomplishing his purpose, he received a

cross-buttock, and the brewer throwing himself upon him as he fell, had

well-nigh smothered him on the spot. The amazon flew to his assistance,

and Tapley showing no inclination to get up, she smote him on the temple

till he roared. The male second hastening to the relief of his

principal, made application to the eyes of the female, which were

immediately surrounded with black circles; and she returned the salute

with a blow, which brought a double stream of blood from his nostrils,

greeting him at the same time with the opprobrious appellation of a lousy

son of a b---h. A combat more furious than the first would now have

ensued, had not Felton interposed with an air of authority, and insisted

on the man’s leaving the field, an injunction which he forthwith obeyed,

saying, “Well, damme, Felton, you’re my friend and commander; I’ll obey

your order--but the b---h will be foul of me before we sleep.”--Then

Felton advancing to his opponent, “Madam,” said he, “I’m very sorry to

see a lady of your rank and qualifications expose yourself in this manner

--for God’s sake, behave with a little more decorum, if not for the sake

of your own family, at least for the credit of your sex in general.”--

“Hark ye, Felton,” said she, “decorum is founded upon a delicacy of

sentiment and deportment, which cannot consist with the disgraces of a

jail, and the miseries of indigence.--But I see the dispute is now

terminated, and the money is to be drank; if you’ll dine with us you

shall be welcome; if not, you may die in your sobriety, and be d--ned.”

By this time the doctor had given out, and allowed the brewer to be the

better man; yet he would not honour the festival with his presence, but

retired to his chamber, exceedingly mortified at his defeat. Our hero was

reconducted to Mr. Felton’s apartment, where he sat some time without

opening his mouth, so astonished he was at what he had seen and heard.

“I perceive, sir,” said the prisoner, “you are surprised at the manner in

which I accosted that unhappy woman; and perhaps you will be more

surprised when you hear that within these eighteen months she was

actually a person of fashion, and her opponent, who by the bye is her

husband, universally respected as a man of honour and a brave officer.”--

“I am, indeed,” cried our hero, “overwhelmed with amazement and concern,

as well as stimulated by an eager curiosity to know the fatal causes

which have produced such a reverse of character and fortune. But I will

rein my curiosity till the afternoon, if you will favour me with your

company at a tavern in the neighbourhood, where I have bespoke dinner, a

favour which I hope Mr. Norton will have no objection to your granting,

as he himself is to be of the party.”--The prisoner thanked him for his

kind invitation, and they adjourned immediately to the place, taking up

the deputy-marshal in their passage through the lodge or entrance of the

prison.

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