_Inspectors._--Calvin Haynes, T. W. Lockwood, H. Warren. _Committee of Managers._--Alfonso Bills, J. W. Downing, George H. Phillips, John Sherry, Thomas Coleman. _Consulting Physicians._--Dr. Alfred Watkins and Dr. James Thorn. _Attending Physicians, etc._--Drs. Henry B. Whiton, R. H. Ward, C. L. Hubbell, G. H. Hubbard. _Attending Physician and Surgeon._--Joseph D. Lomax, Resident Medical Superintendent; E. J. Fisk, M. D., Medical Assistant. John Harrison, Steward; Mrs. Harrison, Matron. * * * * * _This is one of the popular institutions of the day. Read and shed a sympathizing tear._ * * * * * This certifies that I, Moses Swan, of the town of Hoosick and county of Rensselaer and State of New York, was confined by bars and bolts, in the above-named institution, from March 29, 1860, to October 13, 1871. * * * * * If I am rightly informed, this institution was chartered by the Legislature of the State of New York for the benefit of unfortunate persons who are actual lunatics, not for a penitentiary or prison-house. If I am rightly informed by Judge R., the law to get a person into this institution lawfully, against his or her will, two physicians must examine the patient, and make oath that A. or B. is a lunatic or an insane person. Secondly, these affidavits must be presented to the county judge, and he issues an order to take Mrs. A. or Mrs. B. to the asylum. Amid all the opposition used to hinder me from this heart-burdened work, I have firmly resolved, by the grace of Him who delivered me from this inhumanly governed institution, to set forth and carry through the press, to the community at large, some of the most prominent transactions that came under my observation. So help me * * * * MY CAPTURE AND RIDE TO THE ASYLUM. Early in the morning of March 29, 1860, a posse of strong men surrounded my house, rushed into the hallway, and one into my room of sickness, sorrow and gloom, made no complaint of lawful authority, and ordered me to arise, saying he was going to send me to the Marshall Asylum by post-coach. Said I, "You had better send me in a box," choosing death rather than go, having been to Brattleborough Asylum four months previous. No alternative, up drove the post-coach, in came the long-arm driver, F. Tarbal, who captured me and hurled me out of door and into the coach, while daughter clung to me in tears. He seated me by the side of Wm. Kelly, a State prison culprit, who took me by the arm. Extricating myself from him, said I, "You had better go back where you came from." R. Manchester remarked at the time, he don't like Silkworth's man. No one can imagine the sorrow and anguish that filled my aching heart at this critical moment--one snatched from the bosom of the wife of his early choice, and from the embrace of an affectionate and lovely daughter; and, yea, more than that, I was numbered with transgressors.