Horsemonger Lane Gaol was constructed between 1791 and 1799. It was once the largest prison in Surrey, England. It remained Surrey’s principal prison and place of execution until its closure in 1878. William Henry Gibbs was an Infirmary Warder at Horsemonger and had a fascinating life. This work is based on his words: The Life and Adventures of William Henry Gibbs – Turnkey etc.

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Soon after this my mother lodged the money at Cox & Co. army agents and my discharge was sent to me. I once more became a free agent of my own actions, never more to dispose of them at the small price of one shilling. I do not altogether regret having served in the army, as I think there are many things that you learn which you could not otherwise gain the knowledge of, unless you entered some branch of the military service.  I have also to thank one or two of my comrades for their exertions and instructions in my own trade, although I did not leave with a thorough knowledge of it, I left fully competent to get my living. And here my old propensity again occurred and I commenced making shoes at Brixton Hill. Here an incident occurred, which I cannot help relating, showing as it does what strange scenes one meets with in their journey through life. A journeyman of my masters where I now worked, entered into a negotiation to take the other half of himself “or that is his other rib in partnership with him” and I was invited to give her away. Accordingly I escorted the Brides maid to the church, an old lady about fifty, we were dressed very smart and I was not altogether ashamed of her. We had previously arranged to meet the Bride & Bridegroom there. We arrived there first and presently, to our consternation, in he walks out of elbows, knees & wearing a leather apron. This seemed a strange sort of costume for a wedding, but he turned out to be a strange fish, for when he had signed the book in the vestry he had not got enough money to pay the parson his fees and had to borrow of me. After this strange affair I was cheered on leaving the church, the people outside thinking I was the party married to the old dame I had on my arm, and he and his wife, the parties we had picked up on our way to witness the interesting ceremony. The wedding day was kept in a most singular manner, for after leaving church, the ladies left us and as this happened on a Monday, we were not without the company of a few staunch supporters of St. Crisben where we rattled away at skittles until night when we found ourselves as most snobs are on a Monday night tight and no money. The bridegroom I must say was in a nice predicament, having no home to take his wife too so she accompanied him home to his lodgings, where they turned the apprentice out of his bed and they tumbled in. This consisted of an old cross bedstead and not being made to carry two, soon gave way when out they tumbled on the floor in the night, waking up all the house. The governor, finding it out, there was a row which was afterwards settled by their having furnished apartments provided for them. The bride was afterwards employed on the premises as boot closer and of course worked in the shop with us.

So one day in the absence of her husband, I was dancing and flirting her round the shop when in he came and a skirmish ensued, which ended in my leaving the premises and my occupation altogether.

My roving propensities over took me again and I started off to go on tramp and see a little more life. I did not get farther than Wandsworth, where I made application for work and  “got it”. My new master had just returned from American States and naturally enough was a staunch republican. From him I imbibed some new ideas as to the corrupted state of our government and determined to stick up for my rights. But about this time some slight difference arose between me and my new lady love, which resulted in a cessation of correspondence between us and another fair one entered the field and carried off my roving affections for a short time. But here fate interposed, which caused me to return to my former love. The proverb says the course of true love never did run smooth and so it seems with me. I lodged, while at Wandsworth, with an old lady whose name was “Marks” to whom I became very much attached. Many a good scolding I have had from her, for persisting in sticking to the rules of St. Crisbin by not working on Mondays and also many other little incidents to numerous to mention, connected with the fair sex. I returned to Clapham again after a stay of about eight months and resumed my former employment, but not with the same master although this, like my former one, was a Chartist in principal. Under such tuition, I like all other snobs became one, to and such was the rapid progress I made in my new line of politics, that I thought myself almost capable to occupy the Woolsack and a very good place to, for I verily believe my head was stuffed with some of the same material. At that time my master and myself, finding that we were not likely to overthrow the then presiding government and use our fortunes that way, determined to seek a far distant land where our grievances would be heard and a ear given to our numerous complaints. My master started first and settled in Australia where I afterwards heard from him. He still retains his old ideas and thinks the day is not far distant when we shall be called upon to sit in counsel in Leaden Hall Street, where we should find plenty of scope for our rising talents. I turned a deaf ear to this and resolved if possible, to relinquish both snobbing and my new line of politics and once more became a Royal subject to my Queen and Country.

About this time my brother John had arrived home from Canada and brought news from the little black eyed damsel to this effect, that she had proved constant to me by marrying a sergeant of the 71st Regiment in my absence. He soon afterwards returned to Canada again, but only for a short time as he had met with an accident on his way out by striking his chest against the bulwarks of the vessel and not getting proper attention paid to him by the medical officer on board. This resulted in his decline of health and he was sent invalided home to this country, consumption claimed its hold upon his broad manly frame and he was discharged from the army, but only to linger a few weeks at home were he died a true soldier of Christ and regretted and mourned by all.  Previous to this my cousin, a tall fine looking lass, arrived from the country and was the means of instilling a few higher notions in my head, by persuading one to cast aside my propensities for snobbing and seek something more suitable for my health.


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