Just returned from my daughter; saw her for the first time press her first-born babe to her bosom with a smile. Who can know the joys of my daughter's heart this morning but a mother. Who knows the feeling of the Virgin Mary when she brought forth her first-born Son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger. Who knows her feelings when she gazed upon the cross and saw her son bleeding and dying. Who can know that mother's grief when she stood by Joseph's tomb inquiring of the angel for her risen Lord. Who knows the feelings of Jesus when he was agonizing in the garden of Gethsemane. Who knows the feelings of Jesus but a Jesus, when he hung upon the cross saying, "Father, forgive them, they know not what they do." 'Tis easy for a mother to love her infant, but to love our enemies is more than all burnt sacrifices. Try it. Again, who can know the heartrending feelings of the author, when he reviews the ten years of his asylum life, and thinks of the poor he left in bonds, and exclaims, help, Lord, for the godly man ceaseth. Help me to watch and pray, And on Thyself rely, Assured if I my trust betray I shall forever die. Arm me with zealous care, As in thy sight to live, And oh, thy servant, Lord, prepare, A strict account to give. CHAPTER VI. FRED THE ATTENDANT AFTER ALFRED. Fred was a native from England; had a wife with him; lodged in attendants' room, near me; Fred abused me shamefully by bathing and washing me in water and human filth; then galled off my wet hair, in spots, with the shears, disfiguring my person for gazers to sneer at; yet, I had feelings for others, as well as for myself. One time he had a victim or patient bound with hand-cuffs, A, seated on the irons of an iron bed-stead, with his feet fastened up to the same, thus sitting till falling backward upon the iron rack, crying and groaning in pain from torture. But, oh, alas! as I have said, they kill some in these institutions. SECOND TRANSACTION OF FRED AGAINST HIS VICTIM. Behold the _man_, a _lunatic_, in a lunatic asylum, bound with muff, E, as seen in the engraving. And as I positively saw in the incurable house; Fred, with a chair raised above his victim's head, with one round broken; did not see him strike him with the chair, but saw him drag him out of the room by the neck, bound, as described above, with strap, B, noosed around his throat and neck, as a hunter lassoes the wild horse. Behold them at the head of the stairs, as I did; Fred hurrying through the doorway, and his victim slammed against the door-post, helpless and bound as he was, slamming around the door-post, strangling, in fear of the awful precipice below, down he plunges to the bottom, and like one in deep water, disappeared from my sight for a time.