"When they would glide to that smooth eddy-space, “Then bid me leap and join them in the place; "And at my groans each little villain sprite Enjoy'd my pains and vanish'd in delight. "In one fierce summer-day, when my poor brain "Was burning hot and cruel was my pain, “Then came this father-foe, and there he stood "With his two boys again upon the flood; "There was more mischief in their eyes, more glee "In their pale faces when they glared at me: "Still did they force me on the oar to rest, "And when they saw me fainting and oppress'd, "He, with his hand, the old man, scoop'd the flood, "And there came flame about him mix'd with blood; "He bade me stoop and look upon the place, "Then flung the hot-red liquor in my face; 66 Burning it blazed, and then I roar'd for pain, "I thought the demons would have turn'd my brain. "Still there they stood, and forced me to behold "A place of horrors-they cannot be told "Where the flood open'd, there I heard the shriek "Of tortured guilt-no earthly tongue can speak : "All days alike! for ever!' did they say, ❝❝ And unremitted torments every day'— "Yes, so they said :”—But here he ceased and gazed On all around, affrighten'd and amazed ; And still he tried to speak, and look'd in dread Of frighten'd females gathering round his bed; Then dropp'd exhausted and appear'd at rest, Till the strong foe the vital powers possess'd; Then with an inward, broken voice he cried, 66 Again they come," and mutter'd as he died. THE BOROUGH. LETTER XXIII. PRISONS. Pœna autem vehemens ac multò sævior illis, Juvenal. Sat. 13. 1. 197. Think my former state a happy dream, From which awaked, the truth of what we are Will keep a league till death. Richard II. The Mind of Man accommodates itself to all Situations; Prisons otherwise would be intolerable-Debtors: their different Kinds: three particularly described; others more briefly-An arrested Prisoner: his Account of his Feelings and his Situation-The Alleviations of a Prison —Prisoners for Crimes-Two condemned: a vindictive Female: a Highwayman-The Interval between Condemnation and Execution-His Feelings as the Time approaches-His Dream. THE BOROUGH. LETTER XXIII. PRISONS. "Tis well-that man to all the varying states Or who could bear to lose the balmy air All earth and water, wood and vale bestow, Where rosy pleasures smile, whence real blessings flow; With sight and sound of every kind that lives, And crowning all with joy that freedom gives? |