"What are these for ?" I thought.

"They would be convenient for hanging if they were three feet higher.

Perhaps they are placed there to tantalise desperate unfortunates who might be disposed to terminate their misery and wish the world an eternal 'Good Night!'" As I paced up and down my cell, full of the thought, "I am in prison, then," my curiosity was excited by a large urn-looking object in the right corner under the window, just below a water-tap and copper basin.
I had noticed it before, but I fancied it was some antique relic of Old Newgate.

Examining it closely, I found it had a hinged lid, and on lifting this my nose was assailed by a powerful smell, which struck me as about the most ancient I had ever encountered.

This earthenware fixture was in reality a water-closet, and I imagined it must have communicated direct with the main drainage.