My Experiences in a Lunatic Asylum: By a Sane PatientMerivale, Herman Charles
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My Experiences in a Lunatic Asylum: By a Sane Patient
Merivale, Herman Charles
Insanity (Law); Mentally ill -- Care
My friend worked hard without, as his brother did within; and the
hard-earned freedom was won at last, it matters not to tell how. When I
was myself freed, I travelled for some time with my old fellow-prisoner,
and never saw in him one sign or trace of insanity. An eminent medical
baronet, with a curiously suggestive name, who is rather a patron of the
establishment, and occasionally 'diagnoses' a lunatic at an odd hour, had,
a little time before, solemnly pronounced from the tremor of his tongue--a
member which, from my own experience, is apt to tremesce when one is
nervous--that he was bound to have something dreadful--it matters not
what--within a month. However, it is now very many months, and he has not
had it. Slang is expressive sometimes. 'Bosh!' The baronet is said to be
infallible at 'diagnosing' from the tongue this especial malady, which
failed to appear. My friend had no illness. But those people had shaken
his nerves, as for a long space they shook mine. The wickedness was done.
How many are there who, in the face of such truths as these, can dare to
disbelieve in Him who says still as He said of old, 'Shall not my soul be
avenged on such a generation as this?' It is all very well to go to church
and 'say' prayers, to quarrel about the form of your faith, the colour of
your clothes, the number of your bows. Religion is an active, not a
passive, word; and, like revolutions, is not made with rose-water. Do
something, somebody!
Let me close this chapter with my first escape, as my readers may be well
tiring of my story. After some months of stupid unconsciousness, I was
sent for change to the seaside _annexe_ of which I spoke. What the matron
said, after the short time of quiet observation which was all I needed,
has been told. What I felt when I learned from her where I was, I need not
say. Very good for me was the association with her, who would rescue me
from my companions and my warders, to take me out with her for a drive or
a walk, in spite of the 'homicidal' tendencies of which she had been
warned. By her a relation was summoned to see me apart from the
associations of the asylum, who had never seen me at all since the wrong
was done; and seeing, had no choice but to remove me, though every
obstacle was thrown in the way, by the Commissioners even, who, shirking
their own responsibility, accepted for a salary, are glad enough to throw
it upon anybody. Very good for me also was the association with the young
doctor, a son of the principal, and his wife, who lived in the next house
in charge of the 'branch.' They had me in to sup or play whist with them
in the evenings, and said as the matron said. The young doctor took it
upon himself, in spite of orders, to let me sleep in my room unwatched and
alone, for the first time for many months; and the relief was beyond
words. 'I wish,' he said, in answer to one of my questions, 'that you
would simply stuff all the food and drink you can get.' When I was again,
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