tone; and when he informed me on the point of the man's glasses and the
sick man's flannels, I gave him no unkind answer. And where was the
quarreling? Nowhere. It did not exist. He taught me my bounds after the
manner he did, and I accepted them and conformed my moves thereto with
not a lisp of fault-finding. He never spoke a word in disapprobation of
what I was doing, but that all was agreeable to his mind. Again, where
was that place of quarreling? Not in the prison between the warden and
chaplain. Whenever we met, it was on the most civil terms, we invariably
passing the compliments of the day.

True, we each had our notions on prison reform, he thinking that
attempts in that direction are useless, that, when one has fallen into
prison we can not reform him, that punishment is _the_ great mission of
the prison, and thus on; I, supposing that reform is practicable, that
we should faithfully use all available means for it, and make it the
paramount object of imprisoning. On the question of prison order we were
exactly alike in sentiment,--perfect order, strict discipline,--though,
perhaps, varying as to the ultimate results, he securing that as a
deterrent to crime; I, as an important and indispensable element in
reform, leading the once erring to that state of mind in which he will
hate wrong and love right.

Then, as we had not a word of debate over our differing ideas, so there
was no clashing in carrying them out. The warden established his line of
policy, as he had a legal right, then I surveyed the ground and decided
to go on with my reform efforts, so far, with respect to time and place,
as I could consistently with his arrangements, at all times looking to
the best prison order, and at no time to interfere with any of his
moves.

This was our prison quarreling, and the whole of it; a very peaceful
affair. How happy, if all quarrels were of this character! I felt
assured that, though what I was endeavoring to promote in our prison was
held by those at present in the ascendant as being an interloper in such
an institution, and wholly out of place there, truth would at length
prevail. Prudent labors, persevering efforts, patient waiting and firm
trust in the great Leader, would now, as ever before, result in the
triumph of the right. With such views I daily toiled in quietness,
interfering with nobody around me.

44. _Prison Report for '71._ I had looked for a pretty free use of
whitewash in this, but