The Prison Chaplaincy, And Its Experiences — John Shaqi
The Prison Chaplaincy, And Its ExperiencesQuinby, Hosea
Religion
The Prison Chaplaincy, And Its Experiences
Quinby, Hosea
Prison chaplains; Prisoners -- Religious life; Prisons -- New Hampshire
8. _Chaplain's restrictions._ These were not given at once and in
detail, but were learned by experience. One afternoon, the prisoners
being in the shop, I took the key, as sometimes before, when needful, to
enter the chapel by the south door, where there could have been no
possible danger had the men been passing to their cells; having gone a
few steps, I heard the voice of the warden calling out,
sternly,--"Chaplain, here, what are you doing with that key?" I informed
him, and received the reply, "Bring that key right back. You must not
touch a key." Quietly obeying, I returned the article and never touched
it again, thinking, "If he will speak out to me as an irritated father
to a vexatious boy, what can be expected for the prisoners?" He had a
perfect right to require me not to use the key, and I had a right to a
gentlemanly treatment. I uttered not a word, though I could not help
thinking. Afterwards when needing to enter the chapel, I must ask a
guard, perhaps a mere boy, to go and unlock and lock the door for me,
which seemed really ludicrous. Shortly after, I heard the warden
speaking of his enormous burden in the line of watchfulness,--"I have to
watch not only the prisoners to keep them right, but also the workmen,
overseers, guards, steward, physician and chaplain."
At another time I asked him to change the position of a class in the
Sabbath school to accommodate the singing, and received an answer not so
insolent in tone as before, but, with the connected circumstances,
equally clear for me to understand that I must propose no move, make no
suggestion whatever about the school, leaving everything in that line to
him. I could open and close the school and hear also those not otherwise
provided for.
Again, finding a man in his cell with no lesson, he having broken his
glasses, I passed them to the deputy to be repaired. Days passed, and no
glasses were returned. Meeting the warden, I alluded to the matter. He
replied, "Chaplain, I would have you know that when a man needs
anything, he must speak of it to the deputy or to me. You have no
business with these things." To my inquiry, "Am I to understand that
now, after speaking to you about the glasses, and putting them in the
deputy's hands, the man must speak to one of you himself, before they
can be returned?" he answered, "Certainly." Hence, on my next round, I
said to the owner, "Please speak to the warden or deputy about your
glasses, and they will return them, probably, all right," not giving him
the least hint as to how matters really stood, though I could but think,
"Here is red-tapeism with a vengeance; not permitted to speak of
anything in my own department." Waiting for a time, and thinking that
neither law nor gospel would object to my lending him my own, this I
did, which he used until liberated. True, after some weeks, glasses were
brought him, in which, however, he could not see.
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