Recollections of Windsor Prison;: Containing Sketches of its History and Discipline, with Appropriate Strictures and Moral and Religious ReflectionReynolds, John, of Vermont
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Recollections of Windsor Prison;: Containing Sketches of its History and Discipline, with Appropriate Strictures and Moral and Religious Reflection
Reynolds, John, of Vermont
Vermont State Prison
Now, in view of this treatment endured by the author, I have but few
observations to make. His enemies were ministers, and other officers
in the Church of Christ. They were under solemn obligations to do as
they would be done by; and yet they perseveringly opposed a man who
had never injured them, and because they could find nothing else
against him, they harped on what had transpired more than ten years
before. While they professed to love their neighbour, they wilfully
did him an injury. With one hand they took him by the beard to kiss
him, while the other was holding a pointed dagger. This shews what
sinful beings are found on earth, and proves that many who profess to
be the meek and humble followers of the LAMB, have hearts warmed with
the blood of the WOLF. It is truly painful to dwell on such uncomely
exhibitions of human character, and I should not have been so minute
in these details did I not feel impelled by a sense of duty. I have
trodden this thorny path myself, and for the benefit of those who may
come after me, I wish to leave, at every turn in the road, this
salutary maxim--TRUST NOT IN MAN. Many no doubt will consider my
accounts of human nature too dark; but no one who has had experience
in the school of poverty or dependence, will charge me with being an
_Acetic_. I have no enmity against my species to draw me from a fair
statement of facts, nor can I be induced to keep back, out of a false
respect for mankind, a fair representation of those traits of
character which lie hidden from ordinary view, like vipers under a
rose bush. Believe my testimony, or doubt it; approve or condemn; call
me friend or foe; God knows, and _you_ will one day know, that I have
declared nothing but what my ears have heard, my eyes seen, and my
hands handled.
One paragraph more will close this part of my subject. One Sabbath as
I was seated on my bench in my cell, spending the lonely hours in deep
reflection on the miseries of life, and the unsympathizing temperament
of the human heart, one of my cell-mates, more intelligent and
observing than the others, very suddenly broke out into the following
remarks:--
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