An aged pauper lay dying, and in the parson's absence the master officiated at the sinner's exit from this world.

"Well, Tom," he began, "you've been a dreadful fellow, and I fear you are going to hell." "Oh, sir," said the poor old fellow, "you don't say so." "Yes, Tom," the master rejoined, "I do say so; and you ought to be thankful there's a hell to go to." After chapel we spent an hour or so in our cells, and were then conducted to the basement of the reception wing, where we met the Governor, who conducted us through several dark passages that led to the foot of a spiral iron staircase.

We ascended this, and found ourselves on the ground floor of the criminal side of the prison.

Four wings radiated from a common centre, distinguished by the first four letters of the alphabet.

I was taken to the first cell in the first wing, Mr.
Ramsey to the second cell in the second wing, and Mr.Kemp to the second cell in the third wing; our numbers being A 2, 1--B 2, 2--and C 2, 2.
Colonel Milman personally placed me in charge of a warder who has since left the prison, and I believe the service.