The History of the Last Trial by Jury for Atheism in England: A Fragment of Autobiography Submitted for the Perusal of Her Majesty's Attorney-General and the British ClergyHolyoake, George Jacob
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The History of the Last Trial by Jury for Atheism in England: A Fragment of Autobiography Submitted for the Perusal of Her Majesty's Attorney-General and the British Clergy
Holyoake, George Jacob
Atheism -- England; Holyoake, George Jacob, 1817-1906 -- Trials, litigation, etc.; Trials (Blasphemy) -- England
'Those are happy who are for ever preserved from the reception cells of
Gloucester Gaol. Of the one in which I was put, the floor was filthy,
the bed was filthier, and the window was filthier still, for in
the window was--what I sicken at while I write--a rag full of human
excrement. And of the bed, a prisoner assured me that when he lay in
it the lice crept up his throat off the corners of the blanket
which covered him. This statement, on my direction, he made to the
commissioners.
* One case I allude to was this. Mr. Bransby Cooper and Mr.
Jones had called me out to state that an application I had
made for better dietary would not be acceded to. Mr. Cooper
said the surgeon did not prescribe any other diet. I said,
'It appears to me, sir, that the surgeon dare not prescribe
any other diet, unless he was first assured you would
approve of it.' The answer of Mr. Cooper was loud, harsh,
brief, and decisive. 'Of course, sir, he dare not.' Thus the
fierce candour of this man broke through the web-work of
cautiousness which surrounded prisoners there, and spoke the
truth for once.
** I have since been told that Mr. Alcott, of America, was
among the number, who, being a visitor in England, had but
one opportunity of calling upon me.
***On one occasion Richard Carlile brought me a present of a
handsome pair of large razors, which were sent back lest I
should cut my throat with them. The rules of the gaol forbid
the entrance of such articles, but this reason for their
rejection was not in the rules, but added as suitable to my
case.
'The gaol chapel is a cold place. Often, on entering it, I have
exclaimed, with Jugurtha, on entering his Roman dungeon--"Heavens! how
cold is this bath of yours!" Yet in this place, during this inclement
season, the prisoners are assembled every morning to hear prayers, on
empty stomachs, after sixteen hours' confinement in their night
cells. On the "long prayer" mornings, they are detained in chapel
three-quarters of an hour, and the penitentiary men, on their return
to their cells, find their gruel on the stone floor, gone cold in their
absence. I mention this matter with reluctance, as some may suppose that
I notice it only from want of religion; but perhaps a little reflection
will convince them that believers, as well as unbelievers, can
appreciate a warm breakfast on a cold morning!--and that an asthmatical
man, however sound his faith, will have his affection painfully
increased by enervation, inanition, and sudden cold. This practice I do
not say is contrary to the rules, for it would be difficult to say what
is, or what is not, contrary to them--and I never met with any one at
the gaol who could tell. But the practice is contrary to the act of the
4th of Geo. IV., chap. 64, see. 30, which is professed to regulate it.
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