The Insane Asylum On Blackwell’s

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

It Is Only After One Is In Trouble That One Realizes How Little Sympathy And Kindness There Are In The World.

In Our Short Walks We Passed The Kitchen Where Food Was Prepared For The Nurses And Doctors. There We Got Glimpses Of Melons And Grapes And All Kinds Of Fruits, Beautiful White Bread And Nice Meats, And The Hungry Feeling Would Be Increased Tenfold.

Even That Was All Consumed After Two Days, And The Patients Had To Try To Choke Down Fresh Fish, Just Boiled In Water, Without Salt, Pepper Or Butter; Mutton, Beef, And Potatoes Without The Faintest Seasoning

Could I Pass A Week In The Insane Ward At Blackwell's Island? I Said I Could And I Would. And I Did.