The evening but one before the period which I anticipated with so much
anxiety, I was sitting alone, and began to indulge in reflections of
this kind. It seemed to me that I must be near the close of my life,
and I determined to make a disclosure at once. I spoke to Mrs. Ford, a
woman whose character I respected, a nurse in the hospital, in number
twenty-three. I informed her that I had no expectation of living long,
and had some things on my mind which I wished to communicate before it
should be too late. I added, that I should prefer to tell them to Mr.
Tappan, the chaplain, of which she approved, as she considered it a
duty to do so under those circumstances. I had no opportunity, however,
to converse with Mr. T. at that time, and probably my purpose, of
disclosing the facts already given in this book, would never have been
executed but for what subsequently took place. It was alarm which had
led me to form such a determination; and when the period of trial had
been safely passed, and I had a prospect of recovery, anything appeared
to me more likely than that I should make this exposure.
I was then a Roman Catholic, at least a great part of my time; and my
conduct, in a great measure, was according to the faith and motives of
a Roman Catholic. Notwithstanding what I knew of the conduct of so many
of the priests and nuns, I thought that it had no effect on the
sanctity of the Church, or the authority or effects of the acts
performed by the former at the mass, confession, &c. I had such a
regard for my vows as a nun, that I considered my hand as well as my
heart irrevocably given to Jesus Christ, and could never have allowed
any person to take it. Indeed, to this day, I feel an instinctive
aversion to offering my hand, or taking the hand of another person,
even as an expression of friendship. I also thought that I might soon
return to the Catholics, although fear and disgust held me back. I had
now that infant to think for, whose life I had happily saved by my
timely escape from the nunnery; and what its fate might be, in case it
should ever fall into the power of the priests I could not tell.
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