George Godfrey. I am reprieved at the last moment – A prison breakfast – Solemn admonitions, and Newgate pleasantries.

Part of the cookery of the prison is, or at least was then, performed in the lobby, and a savoury smell issued from a huge copper which was charged with the dinner of the day. The ordinary, and Dr. Fudge, seemed to snuff it up with eagerness, and to look as if they would have had no objection to take a basin of soup, before proceeding further, with the business of the morning.