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vice makes converts. I would that my ancient antago¬ 
nist, His Grace of Dublin, or even his ally of the Colonial 
Gazette , could have stood, as I did, by Savary’s pallet 
—could have witnessed the scarce-healed wound of his 
attenuated throat—the lack-lustre glare of his hollow eye: 
I think even they would have felt inclined to doubt the 
syren’s blandishments. Knowing, as I once did at Bristol, 
some of Savary’s wealthy, dashing, gay associates, I could 
not contemplate the miserable felon before me without 
sentiments of the deepest compassion mingled with horror 
and awe. There he lay, a sad—a solemn warning. 
Embarking in a splendid six-oared whale-boat, we 
crossed the bay to Point Puer, the boy-thief’s establish¬ 
ment. They were busily occupied in learning and repeating 
the catechism. At the penitentiary of Point Puer we 
encountered Queen Caroline’s celebrated witness, Lieut. 
Flynn of the Navy, a miscreant who was convicted in 
1839, at the Old Bailey, of forging poor widows’ pension 
tickets. For this fellow Queen Caroline obtained the 
third class Order of St. Ferdinand; and since his arrival 
here letters have been actually addressed to Sir'John 
Flynn . Lights are kept burning throughout the night in 
the penitentiary barrack, the inmates of which arc never 
fora moment sure when or by whom they may be visited. 
We accompanied the Commandant in one of his tours of 
inspection, visiting several of the rooms at 10 p.m. In 
one the odour of tobacco smoke was discerned; and as 
the possession of tobacco is an offence against the regu¬ 
lations, notice was given that the entire ward would be 
placed in charge until the smoker was made known. 
When we came away they had not discovered the offender, 
and, in consequence, every man was made to sleep in a 
silent apartment. In passing along the streets after 
dark, every sentry challenges, and without the counter¬ 
sign even the Commandant would be peremptorily 
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