Then the young wife, now thirty-one, established a depot of calicoes and flannels for the poor, with a room full of drugs, and another department where good soup was prepared all through the hard winters.  She would go into the “Irish Colony,” taking her two older daughters with her, that they might learn the sweetness of benevolence, “threading her way through children and pigs, up broken staircases, and by narrow passages; then she would listen to their tales of want and woe.”

Now she would find a young mother dead, with a paper cross pinned upon her breast; now she visited a Gypsy camp to care for a sick child, and give them Bibles.  Each year when the camp returned to Plashet, their chief pleasure was the visits of the lovely Quaker.  Blessings on thee, beautiful Elizabeth Fry!

She now began to assist in the public meetings near London, but with some hesitation, as it took her from home; but after an absence of two weeks, she found her household “in very comfortable order; and so far from having suffered in my absence, it appears as if a better blessing had attended them than common.”

She did not forget her home interests.  One of her servants being ill, she watched by his bedside till he died.  When she talked with him of the world to come, he said, “God bless you, ma’am.”  She said, “There is no set of people I feel so much about as servants, as I do not think they have generally justice done to them; they are too much considered as another race of beings, and we are apt to forget that the holy injunction holds good with them, ’Do as thou wouldst be done unto.’”

She who could dine with kings and queens, felt as regards servants, “that in the best sense we are all one, and though our paths here may be different, we have all souls equally valuable, and have all the same work to do; which, if properly considered, should lead us to great sympathy and love, and also to a constant care for their welfare, both here and hereafter.”

When she was thirty-three, having moved to London for the winter, she began her remarkable work in Newgate prison.  The condition of prisoners was pitiable in the extreme.  She found three hundred women, with their numerous children, huddled together, with no classification between the most and least depraved, without employment, in rags and dirt, and sleeping on the floor with no bedding, the boards simply being raised for a sort of pillow.  Liquors were purchased openly at a bar in the prison; and swearing, gambling, obscenity, and pulling each other’s hair were common.  The walls, both in the men’s and women’s departments, were hung with chains and fetters.

When Mrs. Fry and two or three friends first visited the prison, the superintendent advised that they lay aside their watches before entering, which they declined to do.  Mrs. Fry did not fear, nor need she, with her benign presence.

On her second visit she asked to be left alone with the women, and read to them the tenth chapter of Matthew, making a few observations on Christ’s having come to save sinners.  Some of the women asked who Christ was.  Who shall forgive us for such ignorance in our very midst?