Or anything, in short, that prison kitchens can afford,—
A cut above the diet in a common workhouse ward.
"But beef and mutton-broth don't seem to suit our William's whim,
A boon to other prisoners—a punishment to him:
It never was intended that the discipline of gaol
Should dash a convict's spirits, sir, or make him thin or pale."
"Good Gracious Me!" that sympathetic Secretary cried,
"Suppose in prison fetters Mister William should have died!
Dear me, of course! Imprisonment for Life his sentence saith:
I'm very glad you mentioned it—it might have been For Death!