Pictures and Problems from London Police CourtsHolmes, Thomas
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Pictures and Problems from London Police Courts
Holmes, Thomas
Crime -- England -- London; Poor -- England -- London
I think that was the best turn I ever did for her. Of course, I had no
intention of hurting her, but as I looked into her eyes I saw that she
had mistaken my kindness for weakness. I thought the exhibition of a
little strength might do good. It was the inspiration of the moment,
and it succeeded, but I don’t suppose it would often come off. But
Annie behaved in a better fashion after that little affair, and she
seemed to possess a growing power of self-control. Six months went by,
and she left, hopeful and happy, to take a good situation in service.
She was a most valuable servant, and could command the best of wages.
She had applied for the place and got it, the lady taking her with full
knowledge of her past life and present peculiarities, which I felt it
my duty to furnish.
But Annie lives no longer in the borderland between sanity and
insanity; for she writes to me from a lunatic asylum, expecting
that somehow I shall accomplish her deliverance. One short year in
service--a year full of hopes and struggles, of desires to do right,
and compulsion to do wrong; a year marked by increasing violence and
strange delusions--then Nature had its way, and the gates of a lunatic
asylum closed upon her. But the magistrate never knew what a task he
set me when he asked me to minister to the diseased mind of that poor
woman.
I could with ease write a volume about these unfortunate women, for
their name is legion. As I sit and write I see them all--young women,
middle-aged women, and old women. If I were an artist, I could paint
their portraits, so real are they to me. I dare not give reins to my
memory; I cannot unfold my knowledge. A great deal of it will not bear
repetition; but I have learned to be pitiful and patient with them, for
I have seen much that is good among them, and have found that in bodies
given over to gross sensuality pitiful and tender hearts sometimes
exists. Even they feel the dint of pity; to the touch of Nature they
are by no means strangers. Self-denial, patience, kindness, and
fortitude are by no means unknown qualities among them.
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