me of being insane, in order to get me shut up, where this awful crime could be done; how cruelly Caroline Dammers had incensed my brother Stephen aguinst me, a young lady that I had done so much for; she had been down in the summer and talked to my brother's folks about my being so engaged in behalf of poor sinners, which was my meat and drink. If it was looked upon as derangement, it was something that made me happy and it did not lead me to do evil, but now I could not commit myself to God, neither did I think by putting an end to my life, that I should cease from one state of suffering and cruel tyranny. I put the string round my neck, and attached it to a hinge of the door. I gave my weight to the string, and began to lose all sense of feeling, the last I knew; the first thing I knew again, I found myself laying on the floor, in violent agony, hardly knowing anything. How long I had laid there I know not. The sweat was pouring out of me profusely. At first I could not move, but gradually come to. I recollected what I had attempted to do, and felt for the string and found it had broken, and that was the cause of my laying on the floor. I thought I would try the second time, and made the attempt, but was so weak that I could not manage. I began to feel a violent pain in my face, found my chin was badly cut, and thought probably my jaw was broken, for it hurt me to move it. I layed down and thought if it was broken it would be less painful to have it attended to, than to wait until morning. I called to the attendant, whose room was in the corner of the building. She came in and asked me what was the matter. I feigned ignorance. She said their was a great deal of blood upon the floor, and that my chin was badly hurt. She called Miss Barber, they examined and found it not broken; went out and left me alone again for the night, but I was so weak that I could not attempt my life again. The next day the mark was observed upon my neck, and it was suspected that I had attempted to make way with myself, and then I had the leather muff put on. But what they could wish to keep such a miserable suffering creature alive for, I did not know, but several of the attendants advised me not to take my life, but try to get out and publish it to the world.--I told them I would, for if others had published it before me, I might have been saved from suffering here and hereafter. Although my account was sealed with God, yet I remembered the sweets of redeeming love, and how good it was to pray to God; but now through the instrumentality of the wicked, in my weakness, I must suffer forever. But the poor sons of God that have suffered this before me, probably have taken their lives, for Dr. Fox says that he has examined the bodies of those that have had the holy spirit taken away from them, as I have, and says the organs are the same, only they are contracted. I stayed in the dungeon until the month of March, weeping and groaning my hours away.