An Account of the Rise, Progress, and Present State, of the Society for the Discharge and Relief of Persons Imprisoned for Small Debts: Throughout England and Wales, Випуск 398
Nichols and Son, 1802 - 363 стор.
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Сторінка vi - When the ear heard me, then it blessed me; and when the eye saw me, it gave witness to me: Because I delivered the poor that cried, and the fatherless, and him that had none to help him. The blessing of him that was ready to perish came upon me: and I caused the widow's heart to sing for joy.
Сторінка 44 - Ah little think the gay licentious proud, Whom pleasure, power, and affluence surround; They, who their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth, And wanton, often cruel, riot waste; Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
Сторінка 44 - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain. How many sink in the devouring flood, Or more devouring flame. How many bleed, By shameful variance betwixt man and man. How many pine in want, and dungeon glooms; Shut from the common air, and common use Of their own limbs.
Сторінка 157 - CD, and their fellows, justices of our said lord the King, assigned to keep the peace of our said lord the King...
Сторінка 298 - The misery of gaols is not half their evil : they are filled with every corruption which poverty and wickedness can generate between them; with all the shameless and profligate enormities that can be produced by the impudence of ignominy, the rage of want, and the malignity of despair.
Сторінка 298 - In a prison the awe of the public eye is lost, and the power of the law is spent; there are few fears, there are no blushes. The lewd inflame the lewd, the audacious harden the audacious. Every one fortifies himself as he can against his own sensibility, endeavours to practise on others the arts which are practised on himself; and gains the kindness of his associates by similitude of manners.
Сторінка 117 - Compter is now appropriated for the reception of debtors, felons, and other offenders, and also for vagrants and...
Сторінка 32 - That such debtors shall have the preference as are most aged or infirm, have the largest families unprovided for, are the most likely to be useful to the community and appear to have lost their liberty by unavoidable misfortunes; at least not by fraud, vice, or extravagance.
Сторінка 359 - The fourth appointed by his office was Poor prisoners to relieve with gracious aid, And captives to redeem with price of brass From Turks and Saracens, which them had stay'd ; And though they faulty were, yet well he weigh'd, That God to us forgiveth every hour Much more than that why they in bands were laid ; And he, that harrow'd hell with heavy stowre, The faulty souls from thence brought to his heav'nly bower.