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People In The World Can Never Imagine The Length Of Days To Those In Asylums. They Seemed Never Ending, And We Welcomed Any Event That Might Give Us Something To Think About As Well As Talk Of.

But Here Let Me Say One Thing: From The Moment I Entered The Insane Ward On The Island, I Made No Attempt To Keep Up The Assumed Role Of Insanity.

On The Wagon Sped, And I, As Well As My Comrades, Gave A Despairing Farewell Glance At Freedom As We Came In Sight Of The Long Stone Buildings.

I Hardly Expected The Grand Jury To Sustain Me, After They Saw Everything Different From What It Had Been While I Was There. Yet They Did, And Their Report To The Court Advises All The Changes Made That I Had Proposed.

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