CHAPTER XIX. THE CHAPEL.

Situated at the upper part of the south-east angle of the jail, the

chapel of Old Newgate was divided on the north side into three grated

compartments, or pens as they were termed, allotted to the common

debtors and felons. In the north-west angle, there was a small pen

for female offenders, and, on the south, a more commodious enclosure

appropriated to the master-debtors and strangers. Immediately

beneath the pulpit stood a large circular pew where malefactors under

sentence of death sat to hear the condemned sermon delivered to

them, and where they formed a public spectacle to the crowds, which

curiosity generally attracted on those occasions.

To return. Jack had got into one of the pens at the north side of

the chapel. The enclosure by which it was surrounded was about twelve

feet high; the under part being composed of taken planks, the upper

of a strong iron grating, surmounted by sharp iron spikes. In the

middle there was a gate. It was locked. But Jack speedily burst it

open with the iron bar.

Clearing the few impediments in his way, he soon reached the

condemned pew, where it had once been his fate to sit; and extending

himself on the seat endeavoured to snatch a moment's repose. It was

denied him, for as he closed his eyes--though but for an instant--the

whole scene of his former visit to the place rose before him. There

he sat as before, with the heavy fetters on his limbs, and beside him

sat his three companions, who had since expiated their offences on

the gibbet. The chapel was again crowded with visitors, and every

eye--even that of Jonathan Wild who had come thither to deride

him,--was fixed upon him. So perfect was the illusion, that he could

almost fancy he heard the solemn voice of the ordinary warning

him that his race was nearly run, and imploring him to prepare for

eternity. From this perturbed state he was roused by thoughts of his

mother, and fancying he heard her gentle voice urging him on to fresh

exertion, he started up.

On one side of the chapel there was a large grated window, but, as

it looked upon the interior of the jail, Jack preferred following the

course he had originally decided upon to making any attempt in this

quarter.

Accordingly, he proceeded to a gate which stood upon the south, and

guarded the passage communicating with the leads. It was grated and

crested with spikes, like that he had just burst open, and thinking

it a needless waste of time to force it, he broke off one of the

spikes, which he carried with him for further purposes, and then

climbed over it.

A short flight of steps brought him to a dark passage, into which he

plunged. Here he found another strong door, making the fifth he had

encountered. Well aware that the doors in this passage were much

stronger than those in the entry he had just quitted he was neither

surprised nor dismayed to find it fastened by a lock of unusual size.

After repeatedly trying to remove the plate, which was so firmly

screwed down that it resisted all his efforts, and vainly attempting

to pick it with the spike and nail; he, at length, after half an

hour's ineffectual labour, wrenched off the box by means of the iron

bar, and the door, as he laughingly expressed it, “became his humble

servant.”

But this difficulty was only overcome to be succeeded by one still

greater. Hastening along the passage he came to the sixth door.

For this he was prepared; but he was not prepared for the almost

insurmountable obstacles which it presented. Running his hand hastily

over it, he was startled to find it one complicated mass of bolts and

bars. It seemed as if all the precautions previously taken were

here accumulated. Any one less courageous than himself would have

abandoned the attempt from a conviction of its utter hopelessness;

but, though it might for a moment damp his ardour, it could not deter

him.

Once again, he passed his hand over the surface and carefully noted

all the obstacles. There was a lock, apparently more than a foot

wide, strongly plated, and girded to the door with thick iron hoops.

Below it a prodigiously large bolt was shot into the socket, and, in

order to keep it there, was fastened by a hasp, and further protected

by an immense padlock. Besides this, the door was crossed and

recrossed by iron bars, clenched by broad-headed nails. An iron

fillet secured the socket of the bolt and the box of the lock to the

main post of the doorway.

Nothing disheartened by this survey, Jack set to work upon the lock,

which he attacked with all his implements;--now attempting to pick

it with the nail;--now to wrench it off with the bar: but all without

effect. He not only failed in making any impression, but seemed to

increase the difficulties, for after an hour's toil he had broken the

nail and slightly bent the iron bar.

Completely overcome by fatigue, with strained muscles, and bruised

hands; streaming with perspiration, and with lips so parched that he

would gladly have parted with a treasure if he had possessed it for

a draught of water; he sank against the wall, and while in this state

was seized with, a sudden and strange alarm. He fancied that the

turnkeys had discovered his flight and were in pursuit of him,--that

they had climbed up the chimney,--entered the Red Room,--tracked him

from door to door, and were now only detained by the gate which he

had left unbroken in the chapel. He even thought he could detect the

voice of Jonathan, urging and directing them.

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So strongly was he impressed with this idea, that grasping the iron

bar with both hands, he dashed it furiously against the door, making

the passage echo with the blows.

By degrees, his fears vanished, and hearing nothing, he grew calmer.

His spirits revived, and encouraging himself with the idea that the

present impediment, though the greatest, was the last, he set himself

seriously to consider how it might best be overcome.

On reflection, it occurred to him that he might, perhaps, be able to

loosen the iron fillet; a notion no sooner conceived than executed.

With incredible labour, and by the aid of both spike and nail,

he succeeded in getting the point of the bar beneath the fillet.

Exerting all his energies, and using the bar as a lever, he forced

off the iron band, which was full seven feet high, seven inches wide,

and two thick, and which brought with it in its fall the box of the

lock and the socket of the bolt, leaving no further hinderance.

Overjoyed beyond measure at having vanquished this

apparently-insurmountable obstacle, Jack darted through the door.

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