The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1826-09-07
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II any one can read the following line
without shudderng in sympathy with th'
supposed captive, he must have heart dea'
TO every human feeling. The perusal ofthen
had the more effect upon US, from the conyic
ton we have for some time entertained, tina
insanity, when superinduced mot natural)--
when il Is an affection Of the mind, and not ;
defect Of organization--is often the conso
quence Of the treatment Of the discasc--no
merely of the arrangement Of friends; of Sc
clusion from the world; Of coercion; but o
the horrible dread of being thought mad BY
others We recollect hearing Of the case o
an enlightened physician, who was carried by
his friends to.an Asylum for the insane, aftel
exhibiting symptoms Of an alienation of minc
--"My God! am come to ths' Never shal
leave these walls!" and he died within then
not many days after. MAT. Int
SCENE IN A PRIVATE HOUSE.
By NJ. G. LrwIs, ESQ.
"Stay, gaoler, stay, and hear my woe
She is not mad who kneels to thee,
For what I'm now, too well know,
And what was, and what should be.
III rave no more in proud despair,
My language shall be mild, though sad;
But yet III firmly, truly swear,
am not mad am not mad
My tyrant husband forged the tale
Which chains me in this dismal cell,
Nc cas NJ nau,. m, g. IL. ho
Oh gaoler, haste that fate 10 tell
Oh haste my fathers hsart TO cheer;
His heart at once twill grieve and glad,
To know, though kept captive here,
am not mad am not mad
He smiles in scorn, and turns the key!
tic quits the grate knelt in vain
His glimmring lamp still, still see.
lis gone--and all is gloom again.
Cold, bitter cold-no warmth no light
Life, all thy comforts once had
Yet here I'm chained this freezing night,
Although not mad no, no not mad
IT'S sure some dream some vision vain:
What /, the child of rank and wealth
Am ] the wretch who clopks this chain,
Bereft Of freedom, friends, and health
Ah while dwell on blessings fled,
Which neve, more my heart must glad,
How aches my heart how burns my head
But It's not mad no, 'tis not mad!
Hast thou my child, forgot, ere this,
A mothers face, mothers tongue'
Shell ne'er forget your parting kss,
Nor round her neck how fast you clung;
Nor how with me you sued to stay,
Nor how that suit your sire forbade;
Nor how-sl'll drive such thoughts away
They'll make me mad they'll make me
mad
Ills rosy lips, how sweet they smiled!
His mild blue eyes, how bright they shone!
None ever bore lovelcr child
And art thou now forever gomez
And must never gee thee more,
My pretty, pretty little lad3
,oW be free unbar the door!
am not mad am not mad!
His chain some furious mailman breaks!
lie comes ! see his glaring eyes,
Now, now, my dungeon crate he shakes
Help help Hes gone oh fearful WOO,
Such screams to hear, such sights to see
My brain, my brain know, know
am not mad-but soon shall be
Yes, soon For, 10 yon while speak
Mark how yon demons eye balls glare
He socs mo-now, with dreadful shrek,
He whrls a serpent high in air
Horror the reptile strikes his tooth
Deep in my heart, so crushed and sad
Ay, laugh, ye fiends l feel the truth
Your task is dono I'm mad I'm mad
--.eAe--
From tho London Literary Gazette.
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