One pleasant day I passed in the home of Governor Bagley and his wife, with a group of pretty children.

I found the Governor deeply interested in prison reform.

He had been instrumental in passing a law giving prisoners lights in their cells and pleasant reading matter until nine o'clock.

His ideas of what prisons should be, as unfolded that day, have since been fully realized in the grand experiment now being successfully tried at Elmira, New York.
I visited the State prison at Jackson, and addressed seven hundred men and boys, ranging from seventy down to seventeen years of age.

Seated on the dais with the chaplain, I saw them file in to dinner, and, while they were eating, I had an opportunity to study the sad, despairing faces before me.