Never Having Failed, I Could Not Picture

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

I Took Upon Myself To Enact The Part Of A Poor, Unfortunate Crazy Girl, And Felt It My Duty Not To Shirk Any Of The Disagreeable Results That Should Follow.

The Insane Asylum On Blackwell’s Island Is A Human Rat-trap. It Is Easy To Get In, But Once There It Is Impossible To Get Out.

I Was Too Impatient To Work At The Usual Duties Assigned Women On Newspapers.

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