SARTOR RESARTUS.
Next to the solitary cells is the store-room — a perfect old curiosity shop. It is something like a pawnshop, or the "'oleclo' " department in G-corge Staines' warehouse of miscellanies. Those ticketed bundles of clothing on the shelves are the attire in which the prisoners entered the gaol before they donned the prison garb. The prisoners are allowed to take out and air their clothes at regular periods. Though I have lived long enough in the world to discover the fallaciousness of the hackneyed proverb, " You may know a man by his clothes," yet I believe in the words of Polonius, that " the apparel oft (not always, mind) proclaims the man." Every one of these bundles would have its own story for a Teufelsdroekh. The materials for another " Sartor Eesartus " are here. There is a Maori in a yellow jacket standing by the door, whom I take to be a prisoner about to resume the habiliments of respectability, and go out into the world, let us hope, a sadder but a wiser man.
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Observer, Volume 3, Issue 70, 14 January 1882, Page 280
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174SARTOR RESARTUS. Observer, Volume 3, Issue 70, 14 January 1882, Page 280
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