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PRISON LIFE.
When I found myself alone in my permanent cell, I sat down on the little three-legged stool and examined the furniture.

There was a flap-table, two feet by one, fixed on the right wall.

In the left corner behind the door were three minute quarter-circle shelves, containing a roll of bedding, a wooden salt-cellar, a wooden spoon, and a comb and brush, each about four inches long.

In the opposite corner under the window stood the plank bed, and on the floor were three tin utensils--a dust-pan, a water-can, and a nondescript lidded article for baser uses.
Fortunately, the urn-shaped abomination I found in the Newgate cells, and have already described, was absent in Holloway.