There was in the prison a young fellow, the son of a wealthy member of Parliament, whose name I need not disclose.

He was doing eighteen months for getting into difficulties on the turf, and mistaking his father's name for his own.
Having plenty of money, he was able to establish communication with his friends outside; and this being detected, the Governor kept him constantly on the move from wing to wing, and corridor to corridor, so that he might have no time to grow familiar with the officers and corrupt their integrity.

The plan was a good one, but it did not succeed.

Young officers, who work ninety or a hundred hours a week, with only two off Sundays in three months, for twenty-three shillings, cannot always be expected to resist a bribe.
The young scapegrace I refer to was very anxious to get out of his cell, and he applied to the chaplain for the post of schoolmaster's assistant.
The duties of this office are to help bind the books and keep the library catalogue, and to carry the basket of literature when the schoolmaster goes the round.

Parson Plaford would not entertain the application.