The Prison Chaplaincy, And Its ExperiencesQuinby, Hosea
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The Prison Chaplaincy, And Its Experiences
Quinby, Hosea
Prison chaplains; Prisoners -- Religious life; Prisons -- New Hampshire
Thus, in a few cases, I acted in this direction and that for the purpose
of removing anxiety without and securing cheer and quietness within,
though making no allusions to the one about prison managing or to the
other of secular affairs.
24 1-2. _Chaplain under a system of espionage._ The former warden had
been accustomed to keep his eyes upon the officers, as well as upon the
men, to know that everything was moving orderly. The new incumbent took
the same course, the correct one so far as that was concerned, in order
to keep all matters in the prison perfectly straight. Nor did it lay me
under any restraint, as I wished to do right, for the place, in
everything, even though no eye might be upon me. My only anxiety in the
course would be that I might so walk as to have my steps appear as they
really were. Hence, my conduct there was constantly as though under the
strictest inspection. And, of course, under these circumstances, I would
do nothing but what I supposed to be correct, even if otherwise
inclined.
Thus, having passed a number of months with our new warden, a prisoner
said, one day, as I approached his cell, "Be careful, Chaplain; they are
watching you to see if they can't find some cause for turning you out."
Asking no questions, I passed on, not knowing what he meant. But it
started a new idea. "Am I under a system of especial surveillance?" I
then recollected having seen the guards frequently about where I would
be hearing lessons, though I had not noticed but that they were looking
after the men. By giving attention now, however, it was plain to see
that they were listening to what I said.
At length an overseer left the prison, and, on leaving, unfolded to me
the whole matter,--that they were set by the warden to watch my actions,
note with whom I conversed, hear what was said, put it down, and report
to him. He said, "I was set evenings to watch you from the guard-room,
through the spy-hole, but never found anything to report."
Learning this, I could but exclaim, "Consistency indeed! The warden can
furnish men enough for a system of espionage over me in the hall, when
toiling under such disadvantages and fatigues to help the convicts in
their efforts for knowledge, but will not spare even one to guard in the
chapel, where I could teach with comparative freedom from all these
drawbacks."
Usually, in this cell instruction, we spoke very low, just to hear each
other and thus not disturb those in near cells, or interfere with the
rule about stillness in the apartment; but, after this discovery, when
seeing the guards hanging about, I would purposely speak loud enough for
them to hear, and also when the warden himself would be listening to my
Sabbath school instruction. And they had the privilege of hearing as
good, wholesome truths as I was capable of bringing out.
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