If the prisoner's "Prison-Life Thoughts" are very brilliant, it mast be attributed to the associations of this civilized Monastery, and the lessons he has imbibed whilst having been drilled in the honorable Court of the Quarter Sessions of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, U.S.A.
A few city Councilmen and ladies called one day to visit me, one of them, who was pretty well filled with tobacco, onions and rum, (if his nose, and the great fumes arising form his honorable temple are any evidence of such a conclusion,) entered my cell, and began to read me a moral lesson on my impropriety of not having laid by enough lucre to avert such incarceration; said he: "A man of your talent ought to have been smart enough to have made an immense fortune, by which you could have evaded this persecution." I was just going to thank him, when his finely dressed lady came to the cell-gate, and sarcastically said: "Come, we must go; but I guess you think you are
