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e where I had put in my boyhood days。
;How many times when a lad察with wondering eyes察and a heart stirred with childhood's pure sympathy察I had watched the poor waifs from time to time led within its doors。 It was my turn now。 I entered the charge room察and with business´like precision disclosed my errand察viz。 that I wished to surrender myself for having committed a felony。 My story was doubted。 Question followed question察and confirmation must be waited。 'Why had I surrendered' 'I was a rum'un。' 'Cracked。' 'More fool than rogue。' 'He will be sorry when he mounts the wheel。' These and such like remarks were handed round concerning me。 An hour passed by。 An inspector enters察and announces the receipt of a telegram。 'It is all right。 You can put him down。' And turning to me察he said察'They will send for you on Monday' and then I passed into the inner ward察and a cell。 The door closed with a harsh察grating clang察and I was left to face the most clamorous accuser of all my own interior self'
;Monday morning察the door opened察and a complacent detective stood before me。 Who can tell the feeling as the handcuffs closed round my wrists察and we started for town。 As again the charge was entered察and the passing of another night in the cell察then the morning of the day arrived。 The gruff察harsh 'Come on' of the gaoler roused me察and the next moment I found myself in the prison van察gazing through the crevices of the floor察watching the stones flying as it were from beneath our feet。 Soon the court´house was reached察and hustled into a common cell察I found myself amongst a crowd of boys and men察all bound for the 'dock。' One by one the names are called察and the crowd is gradually thinning down察when the announcement of my own name fell on my startled ear察and I found myself stumbling up the stairs察and finding myself in daylight and the 'dock。' What a terrible ordeal it was。 The ceremony was brief enough察'Have you anything to say' 'Don't interrupt his Worship察prisoner' 'Give over talking' 'A month's hard labour。' This is about all I heard察or at any rate realised察until a vigorous push landed me into the presence of the officer who booked the sentence察and then off I went to gaol。 I need not linger over the formalities of the reception。 A nightmare seemed to have settled upon me as I passed into the interior of the correctional。
;I resigned my name察and I seemed to die to myself for henceforth。 332B disclosed my identity to myself and others。
;Through all the weeks that followed I was like one in a dream。 Meal times察resting hours察as did every other thing察came with clock´like precision。 At times I thought my mind had goneso dull察so callous察so weary appeared the organs of the brain。 The harsh orders of the gaolers察the droning of the chaplain in the chapel察the enquiries of the chief warder or the governor in their periodical visitsall seemed so meaningless。
;As the day of my liberation drew near察the horrid conviction that circumstances would perhaps compel me to return to prison haunted me察and so helpless did I feel at the prospects that awaited me outside察that I dreaded release察which seemed but the facing of an unsympathetic world。 The day arrived察and察strange as it may sound察it was with regret that I left my cell。 It had become my home察and no home waited me outside。
;How utterly crushed I felt察feelings of companionship had gone out to my unfortunate fellow´prisoners察whom I had seen daily察but the sound of whose voices I had never heard察whilst outside friendships were dead察and companionships were for ever broken察and I felt as an outcast of society察with the mark of 'gaol bird' upon me察that I must cover my face察and stand aside and cry 'unclean。' Such were my feelings。
;The morning of discharge came察and I am once more on the streets。 My scanty means scarcely sufficient for two days' least needs。 Could I brace myself to make another honest endeavour to start afresh拭Try察indeed察I did。 I fell back upon my antecedents察and tried to cut the dark passage out of my life察but straight came the questions to me at each application for employment察'What have you been doing lately' 'Where have you been living' If I evaded the question it caused doubt察if I answered察the only answer I could give was 'in gaol' and that settled my chances。
;What a comedy察after all察it appeared。 I remember the last words of the chaplain before leaving the prison察cold and precise in their officialism此 'Mind you never come back here again察young man。' And now察as though in response to my earnest effort to keep from going to prison察society察by its actions察cried out察'Go back to gaol。 There are honest men enough to do our work without such as you。' ;Imagine察if you can察my condition。 At the end of a few days察black despair had wrapt itself around every faculty of mind and body。 Then followed several days and nights with scarcely a bit of food or a resting´place。 I prowled the streets like a dog察with this difference察that the dog has the chance of helping himself察and I had not。 I tried to forecast how long starvation's fingers would be in closing round the throat they already gripped。 So indifferent was I alike to man or God察as I waited for the end。;
In this dire extremity the writer found his way to one of our Shelters察and there found God and friends and hope察and once more got his feet on to the ladder which leads upward from the black gulf of starvation to competence and character察and usefulness and heaven。
As he was then察however察there are hundredsnay察thousandsnow。 Who will give these men a helping hand拭 What is to be done with them拭Would it not be more merciful to kill them off at once instead of sternly crushing them out of all semblance of honest manhood拭Society recoils from such a short cut。 Her virtuous scruples reminds me of the subterfuge by which English law evaded the veto on torture。 Torture was forbidden察but the custom of placing an obstinate witness under a press and slowly crushing him within a hairbreadth of death was legalised and practised。 So it is to´day。 When the criminal comes out of gaol the whole world is often but a press whose punishment is sharp and cruel indeed。 Nor can the victim escape even if he opens his mouth and speaks。
CHAPTER 8。 THE CHILDREN OF THE LOST。
Whatever may be thought of the possibility of doing anything with the adults察it is universally admitted that there is hope for the children。 ;I regard the existing generation as lost察─said a leading Liberal statesman。 ;Nothing can be done with men and women who have grown up under the present demoralising conditions。 My only hope is that the children may have a better chance。 Education will do much。; But unfortunately the demoralising circumstances of the children are not being improvedare察indeed察rather察in many respects察being made worse。 The deterioration of our population in large towns is one of the most undisputed facts of social economics。 The country is the breeding ground of healthy citizens。 But for the constant influx of Countrydom察Cockneydom would long ere this have perished。 But unfortunately the country is being depopulated。 The towns察London especially察are being gorged with undigested and indigestible masses of labour察and察as the result察the children suffer grievously。
The town´bred child is at a thousand disadvantages compared with his cousin in the country。 But every year there are more town´bred children and fewer cousins in the country。 To rear healthy children you want first a home察secondly察milk察thirdly察fresh air察and fourthly察exercise under the green trees and blue sky。 All these things every country labourer's child possesses察or used to possess。 For the shadow of the City life lies now upon the fields察and even in the remotest rural district the labourer who tends the cows is often denied the milk which his children need。 The regular demand of the great towns forestalls the claims of the labouring hind。 Tea and slops and beer take the place of milk察and the bone and sinew of the next generation are sapped from the cradle。 But the country child察if he has nothing but skim milk察and only a little of that察has at least plenty of exercise in the fresh air。 He has healthy human relations with his neighbours。 He is looked after察and in some sort of fashion brought into contact with the life of the hall察the vicarage察and the farm。 He lives a natural life amid the birds and trees and growing crops and the animals of the fields。 He is not a mere human ant察crawling on the granite pavement of a great urban ants' nest察with an unnaturally developed nervous system and a sickly constitution。
But察it will be said察the child of to´day has the inestimable advantage of Education。 No察he has not。 Educated the children are not。 They are pressed through ;standards察─which exact a certain acquaintance with A B C and pothooks and figures察but educated they are not in the sense of the development of their latent capacities so as to make them capable for the discharge of their duties in life。 The new generation can read察no doubt。 Otherwise察where would be the sale of ;Sixteen String Jack察─ Dick Turpin察─and the like拭 But take the girls。 Who ca