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Stanton；〃come and view a purchase I have made。〃 Stanton absently
alighted； and followed him across a small paved court； the other
person followed。 〃In troth； Cousin；〃 said Stanton； 〃your choice
appears not to have been discreetly made； your house has somewhat
of a gloomy aspect。〃〃Hold you content； Cousin；〃 replied the
other； 〃I shall take order that you like it better； when you have
been some time a dweller therein。〃 Some attendants of a mean
appearance； and with most suspicious visages； awaited them on their
entrance； and they ascended a narrow staircase； which led to a room
meanly furnished。 〃Wait here；〃 said the kinsman； to the man who
accompanied them； 〃till I go for company to divertise my cousin in
his loneliness。〃 They were left alone。 Stanton took no notice of
his companion； but as usual seized the first book near him； and
began to read。 It was a volume in manuscript；they were then much
more common than now。
The first lines struck him as indicating insanity in the writer。
It was a wild proposal （written apparently after the great fire of
London） to rebuild it with stone； and attempting to prove； on a
calculation wild； false； and yet sometimes plausible； that this
could be done out of the colossal fragments of Stonehenge； which
the writer proposed to remove for that purpose。 Subjoined were
several grotesque drawings of engines designed to remove those
massive blocks； and in a corner of the page was a note；〃I would
have drawn these more accurately； but was not allowed a KNIFE to
mend my pen。〃
The next was entitled； 〃A modest proposal for the spreading of
Christianity in foreign parts； whereby it is hoped its
entertainment will become general all over the world。〃This modest
proposal was； to convert the Turkish ambassadors （who had been in
London a few years before）； by offering them their choice of being
strangled on the spot； or becoming Christians。 Of course the
writer reckoned on their embracing the easier alternative； but even
this was to be clogged with a heavy condition；namely； that they
must be bound before a magistrate to convert twenty Mussulmans a
day； on their return to Turkey。 The rest of the pamphlet was
reasoned very much in the conclusive style of Captain Bobadil；
these twenty will convert twenty more apiece； and these two hundred
converts； converting their due number in the same time； all Turkey
would be converted before the Grand Signior knew where he was。
Then comes the coup d'eclat；one fine morning； every minaret in
Constantinople was to ring out with bells； instead of the cry of
the Muezzins； and the Imaum； coming out to see what was the matter；
was to be encountered by the Archbishop of Canterbury； in
pontificalibus； performing Cathedral service in the church of St。
Sophia； which was to finish the business。 Here an objection
appeared to arise； which the ingenuity of the writer had
anticipated。〃It may be redargued；〃 saith he； 〃by those who have
more spleen than brain； that forasmuch as the Archbishop preacheth
in English； he will not thereby much edify the Turkish folk； who do
altogether hold in a vain gabble of their own。〃 But this （to use
his own language） he 〃evites；〃 by judiciously observing； that where
service was performed in an unknown tongue； the devotion of the
people was always observed to be much increased thereby； as； for
instance； in the church of Rome；that St。 Augustine； with his
monks； advanced to meet King Ethelbert singing litanies （in a
language his majesty could not possibly have understood）； and
converted him and his whole court on the spot；that the sybilline
books。 。 。 。
。 。 。 。 。
Cum multis aliis。
Between the pages were cut most exquisitely in paper the likenesses
of some of these Turkish ambassadors； the hair of the beards； in
particular； was feathered with a delicacy of touch that seemed the
work of fairy fingers；but the pages ended with a complaint of the
operator； that his scissors had been taken from him。 However； he
consoled himself and the reader with the assurance； that he would
that night catch a moonbeam as it entered through the grating； and；
when he had whetted it on the iron knobs of his door； would do
wonders with it。 In the next page was found a melancholy proof of
powerful but prostrated intellect。 It contained some insane lines；
ascribed to Lee the dramatic poet； commencing；
〃O that my lungs could bleat like buttered pease；〃 &c。
There is no proof whatever that these miserable lines were really
written by Lee； except that the measure is the fashionable quatrain
of the period。 It is singular that Stanton read on without
suspicion of his own danger； quite absorbed in the album of a
madhouse； without ever reflecting on the place where he was； and
which such compositions too manifestly designated。
It was after a long interval that he looked round； and perceived
that his companion was gone。 Bells were unusual then。 He
proceeded to the door；it was fastened。 He called aloud；his
voice was echoed in a moment by many others； but in tones so wild
and discordant； that he desisted in involuntary terror。 As the day
advanced； and no one approached； he tried the window； and then
perceived for the first time it was grated。 It looked out on the
narrow flagged yard； in which no human being was； and if there had；
from such a being no human feeling could have been extracted。
Sickening with unspeakable horror； he sunk rather than sat down
beside the miserable window； and 〃wished for day。〃
。 。 。 。 。
At midnight he started from a doze； half a swoon； half a sleep；
which probably the hardness of his seat； and of the deal table on
which he leaned； had not contributed to prolong。
He was in complete darkness； the horror of his situation struck him
at once； and for a moment he was indeed almost qualified for an
inmate of that dreadful mansion。 He felt his way to the door；
shook it with desperate strength； and uttered the most frightful
cries； mixed with expostulations and commands。 His cries were in a
moment echoed by a hundred voices。 In maniacs there is a peculiar
malignity； accompanied by an extraordinary acuteness of some of the
senses； particularly in distinguishing the voice of a stranger。
The cries that he heard on every side seemed like a wild and
infernal yell of joy； that their mansion of misery had obtained
another tenant。
He paused； exhausted；a quick and thundering step was heard in the
passage。 The door was opened； and a man of savage appearance stood
at the entrance；two more were seen indistinctly in the passage。
〃Release me； villain！〃〃Stop； my fine fellow； what's all this
noise for？〃 〃Where am I？〃 〃Where you ought to be。〃 〃Will you
dare to detain me？〃〃Yes； and a little more than that；〃 answered
the ruffian； applying a loaded horsewhip to his back and shoulders；
till the patient soon fell to the ground convulsed with rage and
pain。 〃Now you see you are where you ought to be；〃 repeated the
ruffian； brandishing the horsewhip over him； 〃and now take the
advice of a friend； and make no more noise。 The lads are ready for
you with the darbies； and they'll clink them on in the crack of
this whip； unless you prefer another touch of it first。〃 They then
were advancing into the room as he spoke； with fetters in their
hands （strait waistcoats being then little known or used）； and
showed； by their frightful countenances and gestures； no
unwillingness to apply them。 Their harsh rattle on the stone
pavement made Stanton's blood run cold； the effect； however； was
useful。 He had the presence of mind to acknowledge his （supposed）
miserable condition； to supplicate the forbearance of the ruthless
keeper； and promise complete submission to his orders。 This
pacified the ruffian； and he retired。
Stanton collected all his resolution to encounter the horrible
night； he saw all that was before him； and summoned himself to meet
it。 After much agitated deliberation； he conceived it best to
continue the same appearance of submission and tranquillity； hoping
that thus he might in time either propitiate the wretches in whose
hands he was； or； by his apparent inoffensiveness； procure such
opportunities of indulgence； as might perhaps ultimately facilitate
his escape。 He therefore determined to conduct himself with the
utmost tranquillity； and never to let his voice be heard in the
house； and he laid down several other resolutions with a degree of
prudence which he already shuddered to think might be the cunning
of incipient madness； or the beginning result of the horrid habits
of the place。
These resolutions were put to desperate trial that very night。
Just next to Stanton's apartment were lodged two most uncongenial
neighbors。 One of them was a puritanical weaver； who had been
driven mad by a single sermon from the celebra