_Under Observation:_ On admission the patient kept her eyes closed, sang hymns in measured tones, or prayed, or showed a certain ecstasy in her face while her lips quivered and tears ran down her cheeks. On the whole, she answered few questions. When asked how she felt, she said she was happy. (Why do you cry?) “I was crying when I asked God to save souls.” (Are you afraid?) “Not now, I have been afraid of everything on Earth ever since my mother died.” (What do you mean?) “No one would look at me or talk to me--they said I was a bad girl, but I was pure.” Again she said, “They laughed about me, talked about me--and they drew up a play about me--Devil’s Island.” Or she spoke about having had stomach trouble, bowel trouble, teeth trouble, eye trouble, compound, complicated trouble. (What do you mean?) “Father scolding all the time, he sent me to get bug medicine (true). God gives that medicine to the one that started all the trouble--Devil’s Island.” She soiled her bed and was asked why she did it. She said “I have been transformed into a baby, the Lord said I was too pure to be a woman--I had to become a baby to save the world.” Or when asked her name she called herself “Baby Chadwick of the whole world--divine Irish Catholic World--Amen,” or again “I am the Roman Catholic Irish Divine Baby.” Although she was not essentially disoriented she called the place “mid-heaven,” or “a holy house, sort of a hospital.” She also said, “In two years more there will be a new world and it will be more happy and holy.” The day after entrance the patient, though in part as described, had a spell when she kept her eyes closed and was rigid. Spells like these returned. (About a month after admission she became completely stuporous.) She prayed at times, at other times was constrained, or kept her eyes closed. Her orientation throughout was good. The content of her psychosis, in addition to the praying attitude, had a more or less vague religious coloring. Thus she called the hospital the “House of God.” Again, when on one occasion she had jumped at the window guard and was asked “why?” she said “holy communion.” Again she said she was “Mary, Virgin Mother.” But this religious trend was intermingled with remarkable elements of another sort. Thus when in order to study her knowledge of the events after admission, she was asked what she had done when she was brought into the ward, she said, “I went into the sanctuary where my bowels moved and water passed from me.” (Why do you call it sanctuary?) “Because Jesus did the same thing I did.”