His reverence attacked the petrifaction and egotism of the separate cell as far as the shallow system of this prison let him. First, he encouraged prisoners to write their lives for the use of the prison; these were weeded, if necessary (the editor was strong-minded and did not weed out the re-poppies); printed and circulated in the jail. The writer's number was printed at the foot if he pleased, but never his name. Biography begot a world of sympathy in the prison. Second, he talked to one prisoner acquainted with another prisoner's character, talked about No. 80 to No. 60, and would sometimes say: “Now could you give No. 60 any good advice on this point?” Then if 80's advice was good he would carry it to 60, and 60 would think all the more of it that it came from one of his fellows. Then in matters of art he would carry the difficulties of a beginner or a bungler to a proficient, and the latter would help the former. The pleasure of being kind on one side, a touch of gratitude on the other, seeds of interest and sympathy in both. Then such as had produced pretty things were encouraged to lend them to other cells to adorn them and stimulate the occupants. For instance, No. 140, who gilded the bull, was reminded that No. 120, who had cast him, had never had the pleasure of setting him on her table in her gloomy cell and so raising its look from dungeon to workshop. Then No. 140 said, “Poor No. 120! that is not fair; she shall have him half the day or more if you like, sir.” Thus a grain of self-denial, justice and charity was often drawn into the heart of a cell through the very keyhole. No. 19, Robinson, did many a little friendly office for other figures, received their thanks, and, above all, obliging these figures warmed and softened his own heart. You might hear such dialogues as this: No. 24. “And how is poor old No. 50 to-day (Strutt)?” Mr. Eden. “Much the same.” No. 24. “Do you think you will bring him round, sir?” Mr. Eden. “I have great hopes; he is much improved since he had the garden and the violin.” No. 24. “Will you give him my compliments, sir? No. 24's compliments and tell him I bid him 'never say die'?” Mr. Eden. “Well, ----, how are you this morning?” “I am a little better, sir. This room (the infirmary) is so sweet and airy, and they give me precious nice things to eat and drink.” “Are the nurses kind to you?” “That, they are, sir, kinder than I deserve.” “I have a message for you from No. -- on your corridor.” “No! have you, sir?” “He sends his best wishes for your recovery.” “Now that is very good of him.” “And he would be very glad to hear from yourself how you feel.” “Well, sir, you tell him I am a trifle better, and God bless him for troubling his head about me.”