I Was Too Impatient To Work At

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 Had, Toward The Last, Been Shut Off From All Visitors, And So When The Lawyer, Peter A. Hendricks, Came And Told Me That Friends Of Mine Were Willing To Take Charge Of Me If I Would Rather Be With Them Than In The Asylum, I Was Only Too Glad To Give My Consent

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

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

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.