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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 Had Looked Forward So Eagerly To Leaving The Horrible Place, Yet When My Release Came And I Knew That God's Sunlight Was To Be Free For Me Again, There Was A Certain Pain In Leaving

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

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