Chronicles of Newgate, Vol. 1: From the twelfth to the eighteenth centuryGriffiths, Arthur
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Chronicles of Newgate, Vol. 1: From the twelfth to the eighteenth century
Griffiths, Arthur
Criminals -- Great Britain; Newgate (Prison : London, England); Prisons -- England; Punishment -- Great Britain
Paul Lewis was another reprobate, who began life as a king's officer.
He was the son of a country clergyman, who got him a commission in the
train of artillery; but Lewis ran into debt, deserted from his corps,
and took to the sea. He entered the Royal Navy, and rose to be first
midshipman, then lieutenant. Although courageous in action, he was
"wicked and base;" and while on board the fleet he collected three
guineas apiece from his messmates to lay in stores for the West Indian
voyages, and bolted with the money. He at once took to the road. His
first affair was near Newington Butts, when he robbed a gentleman in
a chaise. He was apprehended for this offence, but escaped conviction
through an alibi; after this he committed a variety of robberies. He
was captured by a police officer on a night that he had first stopped a
lady and gentleman in a chaise, and then tried to rob a Mr. Brown, at
whom he fired. Mr. Brown's horse took fright and threw him; but when
he got to his feet he found his assailant pinned to the ground by Mr.
Pope, the police officer, who was kneeling on his breast. It seemed
the lady and gentleman, Lewis's first victims, had warned Pope that a
highwayman was about, and the police officer had ridden forward quickly
and seized Lewis at the critical moment. Lewis was conveyed to Newgate,
and in due course sentenced to death. "Such was the baseness and
unfeeling profligacy of this wretch," says the Newgate Calendar, "that
when his almost heart-broken father visited him for the last time in
Newgate, and put twelve guineas into his hand to repay his expenses,
he slipped one of the pieces of gold into the cuff of his sleeve by a
dexterous sleight, and then opening his hand, showed the venerable and
reverend old man that there were but eleven; upon which his father took
another from his pocket and gave it him to make the number intended.
Having then taken a last farewell of his parent, Lewis turned round to
his fellow prisoners, and exultingly exclaimed, 'I have flung the old
fellow out of another guinea.'"
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