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    More Bab Ballads

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    Mis­ter William begins his tale not as a vil­lain but as a mod­el of pro­pri­ety, admired by neigh­bors and respect­ed by peers. For years, his life flowed with­out turbulence—kind, thought­ful, and hon­est to a fault. Yet even a life so spot­less began to itch with curios­i­ty. He ques­tioned whether a sin­gle lapse into wrong­do­ing might not ruin him but instead round out his under­stand­ing of life. To him, sin was like a dash of salt in a bland soup—a sea­son­ing, not a stain. Dis­miss­ing pet­ty crimes as vul­gar, he aimed high­er and forged a will, believ­ing this ele­gant deceit would offer both thrill and reward. The act was com­mit­ted not out of des­per­a­tion but for nov­el­ty. William saw it as a clever twist in an oth­er­wise pre­dictable sto­ry.

    But the world out­side his imag­i­na­tion did not applaud the exper­i­ment. When the forgery was dis­cov­ered, courts did not care for his philo­soph­i­cal rea­son­ing. No cred­it was giv­en for decades of virtue, and no sym­pa­thy was earned from moral pos­tur­ing. Sen­tenced to life, William entered prison expect­ing, if not lenien­cy, then at least recog­ni­tion of his refined demeanor. Instead, he met with cold stone, harsh meals, and com­pan­ions who found his pol­ished speech amus­ing at best. His cell offered no space for pride. Gone were the silken com­forts of his draw­ing room, replaced by stiff straw and silence that pressed down hard­er than chains. His mind, once curi­ous and clever, began to unrav­el under the monot­o­ny and shame. The con­se­quences, far more per­ma­nent than his sin, set­tled in with cru­el clar­i­ty.

    The prison staff, unused to such a pol­ished inmate, found them­selves strange­ly affect­ed. Guards treat­ed him with cau­tious pity, and chap­lains saw in him not just a sin­ner, but a fall­en gen­tle­man wor­thy of bet­ter sur­round­ings. Let­ters were writ­ten. Offi­cials were lob­bied. A cler­gy­man, with a voice soft and per­sua­sive, argued that prison might deform what lit­tle remained of William’s noble char­ac­ter. After all, should a gen­tle­man suf­fer like a com­mon thief? The idea, absurd to some and per­sua­sive to oth­ers, gained momen­tum. Com­pas­sion, when linked to sta­tus, often bypass­es rea­son. The debate became less about crime and more about class—was it fair that some­one raised in civil­i­ty should endure such indig­ni­ty?

    The satire lies not in William’s descent, but in how soci­ety choos­es to cush­ion his fall. His crime was delib­er­ate, his rea­son­ing arro­gant, yet the jus­tice sys­tem is nudged by sym­pa­thy not for what he did, but for who he was before he did it. That dis­tinc­tion reveals a Vic­to­ri­an truth: rep­u­ta­tion, once built on class and wealth, car­ries weight even in the face of guilt. The bal­lad skew­ers the log­ic that sug­gests cer­tain men should not be pun­ished like oth­ers. William’s pun­ish­ment becomes a mir­ror held up to those who mea­sure suf­fer­ing in silk-lined scales. Beneath the humor is a dark­er truth—that com­fort can be argued as a right, even in a space designed to remove it.

    As William lingers in con­fine­ment, his per­spec­tive begins to shift. He no longer thinks of the thrill of wrong­do­ing or the ele­gance of crime. Instead, he reflects on how fool­ish it was to treat moral­i­ty like a hob­by. He real­izes too late that virtue is not a cur­ren­cy to be spent, but a habit to be guard­ed. His long­ing for sin, once paint­ed as intel­lec­tu­al curios­i­ty, is now just regret in tai­lored clothes. What once made him different—his class, his education—offers no com­fort in the soli­tude of prison. The bal­lad does not end with redemp­tion, but with recog­ni­tion. Mis­ter William want­ed to test the bound­aries of respectabil­i­ty, but found they did not bend. They broke.

    For read­ers today, the sto­ry res­onates beyond its Vic­to­ri­an set­ting. It ques­tions how we judge intent, how soci­ety weighs back­ground, and whether pun­ish­ment is applied equal­ly when rep­u­ta­tions are involved. William’s tale is not just about a forged will—it’s about the belief that virtue, when accu­mu­lat­ed, cre­ates immu­ni­ty. That belief, gen­tly dis­man­tled through rhyme and satire, remains strik­ing­ly mod­ern. In Mis­ter William’s exper­i­ment, we see not just one man’s down­fall, but a cul­ture that often con­fus­es priv­i­lege with inno­cence. His les­son, wrapped in humor, is qui­et­ly time­less: moral­i­ty isn’t mea­sured in averages—it’s mea­sured in choic­es.

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