Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870 -- Knowledge -- Prisons; Prisons; Prisons -- England -- London; Prisons in literature
This was what was called "the grate" of the Fleet Prison, one of the
wickedest and most pestilential gaols that ever cursed the earth; and
the grimmest satire upon this jail into which men were thrust for not
paying money which they owed, was that among these debtors there were
many whose absolute inability to pay was demonstrated by the fact that
they would, literally, have starved there but for the chance charity of
the public. Apropos of this point Dickens, in chapter xiv, volume II, of
"Pickwick," says:
"The poor side of the debtors' prison is, as its name imports, that in
which the most miserable and abject class of debtors are confined. A
prisoner, having declared upon the poor, pays neither rent nor
chummage. His fees upon entering and leaving the gaol are reduced in
amount, and he becomes entitled to a share of some small quantities of
food--to provide which a few charitable persons have, from time to
time, left trifling legacies in their wills. Most of our readers will
remember that, until a very few years past, there was a kind of iron
cage in the wall of the Fleet Prison, within which was posted some man
who, from time to time, rattled a money box, and exclaimed in a
mournful voice: 'Pray remember the poor debtors.' The receipts of this
box, when there were any, were divided among the poor prisoners, and
the men on the poor side relieved each other in this degrading office.
"Although this custom has been abolished and the cage is now boarded
up, the miserable and destitute condition of these unhappy persons
remains the same. We no longer suffer them to appeal at the prison
gates to the charity and compassion of the passers-by; but we still
have unblotted on leaves of our statute-book, for the reverence and
admiration of the succeeding ages, the just and wholesome law which
declares that the sturdy felon shall be fed and clothed, and that the
penniless debtor shall be left to die in starvation and nakedness.
This is no fiction. Not a week passes over our heads but, in every one
of our prisons for debt, some of these men must inevitably expire in
the slow agonies of want, if they were not relieved by their fellow
prisoners."
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