Could I Pass A Week

All The Asylum Clothing Is Made By The Patients, But Sewing Does Not Employ One's Mind. After Several Months' Confinement The Thoughts Of The Busy World Grow Faint, And All The Poor Prisoners Can Do Is To Sit And Ponder Over Their Hopeless Fate

I Have Never Written A Word That Did Not Come From My Heart. I Never Shall.

I Always Had A Desire To Know Asylum Life More Thoroughly - A Desire To Be Convinced That The Most Helpless Of God's Creatures, The Insane, Were Cared For Kindly And Properly.

They Were Being Driven To A Prison, Through No Fault Of Their Own, In All Probability For Life. In Comparison, How Much Easier It Would Be To Walk To The Gallows Than To This Tomb Of Living Horrors!

I Shuddered To Think How Completely The Insane Were In The Power Of Their Keepers, And How One Could Weep And Plead For Release, And All Of No Avail, If The Keepers Were So Minded.