The autobiography of Sir Henry Morton Stanley, G.C.B. — John Shaqi
The autobiography of Sir Henry Morton Stanley, G.C.B.Stanley, Henry M. (Henry Morton)
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The autobiography of Sir Henry Morton Stanley, G.C.B.
Stanley, Henry M. (Henry Morton)
Africa, Central -- Biography; Explorers -- Africa -- Biography; Stanley, Henry M. (Henry Morton), 1841-1904
The way seemed interminable and tedious, but he did his best to relieve
my fatigue with false cajolings and treacherous endearments. At last
Dick set me down from his shoulders before an immense stone building,
and, passing through tall iron gates, he pulled at a bell, which I could
hear clanging noisily in the distant interior. A sombre-faced stranger
appeared at the door, who, despite my remonstrances, seized me by the
hand, and drew me within, while Dick tried to sooth my fears with glib
promises that he was only going to bring Aunt Mary to me. The door
closed on him, and, with the echoing sound, I experienced for the first
time the awful feeling of utter desolateness.
The great building with the iron gates and innumerable windows, into
which I had been so treacherously taken, was the St. Asaph Union
Workhouse. It is an institution to which the aged poor and superfluous
children of that parish are taken, to relieve the respectabilities of
the obnoxious sight of extreme poverty, and because civilisation knows
no better method of disposing of the infirm and helpless than by
imprisoning them within its walls.
Once within, the aged are subjected to stern rules and useless tasks,
while the children are chastised and disciplined in a manner that is
contrary to justice and charity. To the aged it is a house of slow
death, to the young it is a house of torture. Paupers are the failures
of society, and the doom of such is that they shall be taken to eke out
the rest of their miserable existence within the walls of the Workhouse,
to pick oakum.
The sexes are lodged in separate wards enclosed by high walls, and every
door is locked, and barred, and guarded, to preserve that austere
morality for which these institutions are famous. That the piteous
condition of these unfortunates may not arouse any sympathy in the
casual visitor, the outcasts are clad in fustian suits, or striped
cotton dresses, in which uniform garb they become undistinguishable, and
excite no interest. Their only fault was that they had become old, or so
enfeebled by toil and sickness that they could no longer sustain
themselves, and this is so heinous and grave in Christian England that
it is punished by the loss of their liberty, and they are made slaves.
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