Could it be that Eliza Lufkin would turn me out of her house on the third day of my illness? Had it been done openly, I should have had friends that would have done for me, for I feel that I could say with the Apostle Paul, that I had friends that would have plucked out their eyes to do for me. But not only was I taken in such an unlawful manner and imprisoned, but away from all my things, and no care taken of them; some entirely ruined for want of care, and some ruined by being worn almost out. Who has worn them I cannot say; but my trunks were at my brother Stephen's. If my brothers desired my good they would investigate my sufferings. I have proposed to them to have the Doctors taken before a justice of the peace, produce the kind of medicine they gave me, and apply a chemical test and see what effect it would have upon the human system. If my brothers are innocent about my being ruined, I think they would do it, although it would not bring back to me my happy state; but it would expose the wickedness of the Doctors in the Charlestown Hospital, and save others from suffering the same. I was far from being deranged; but I grant that I was in a weak state. But because I was weak, from over exertion, was that any reason why I should be imprisoned, and medicine given me to harden my brain, to rack and torture me? To give a person an idea of the distress of my body every moment, would be impossible; but well I might quote the language of Chillian: My limbs are bowed, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's spoil.