Alternate companies ascend the wheel every fifteen minutes.

It was unoccupied when we went in; most of the prisoners being at work on the public roads.

Two or three, who happened to be near by, were called in by the keeper, and ordered to mount the wheel, to show us how it worked.

It made our blood run cold as we thought of the dreadful suffering that inevitably ensues, when the foot loses the step, and the body hangs against the revolving cylinder.
Leaving the house of correction, we proceeded to the village.

In a small open square in the centre of it, we saw a number of the unhappy inmates of the house of correction at work under the direction, we are sorry to say, of our friend Thomas Thomson, Esq.