Barely past her childhood, it required but a glance to discover that she was one of those children, born and bred in neglect and vice, who have never known what childhood is: who have never been taught to love and court a parent’s smile, or to dread a parent’s frown. The Circumlocution Office2020-01-02T11:48:07+00:00Categories: A Visit to Newgate, Sketches by Boz|Tags: Childhood, Newgate, Poverty| Read More
Everything told of life and animation, but one dark cluster of objects in the centre of all – the black stage, the cross-beam, the rope, and all the hideous apparatus of death. The Circumlocution Office2019-05-07T11:27:04+01:00Categories: Oliver Twist|Tags: Death, Execution, Law, Newgate| Read More
There is a great deal of form, but no compassion; considerable interest, but no sympathy. The Circumlocution Office2019-04-16T22:26:12+01:00Categories: Sketches by Boz|Tags: Law, Newgate| Read More
How dreadful its rough heavy walls, and low massive doors, appeared to us – the latter looking as if they were made for the express purpose of letting people in, and never letting them out again. The Circumlocution Office2019-04-16T22:25:35+01:00Categories: Sketches by Boz|Tags: Newgate, Prison| Read More
In the mass of white and upturned faces, the dying wretch, in his all-comprehensive look of agony, has met not one—not one—that bore the impress of pity or compassion. The Circumlocution Office2019-04-24T12:28:50+01:00Categories: Nicholas Nickleby|Tags: Death, Execution, Newgate| Read More
