‘Mrs. Button was a resident of Jonesyille, Hillsdale Co., Michigan, was a member of the Protestant Episcopal Church; she was a lady of prepossessing appearance and possessed an amiable disposition combined with exalted Christian principles. She was known for her piety and zeal in the church and in the cause of Christ. Her husband not being a professor of religion, she conducted the family worship’ herself, and educated her children in the love and fear of God.

She has many warm friends, and those who know her best love her most. She was taken from her home in Jonesville, August 12th, 1866, escaped from the insane asylum and returned to her home, Feb. 1872.

DRUGGED AND PUT INTO AN INSANE ASYLUM— TREATMENT WHILE THERE.

I was taken from my residence in Jonesville, Michigan, August 18, 1865, to Canandaigua, New York, where I remained one year and seven months, when I was removed to the State Asylum at Kalamazoo, Michigan. Here I was “imprisoned” four years. I can call it nothing but a prison, but it was worse than that to me. Picture to yourself, a woman in the prime of life, torn from her home and children, and they at that tender age, when most in need of a mother’s care and influence; chloroformed, thrust into an insane asylum, and put into one of the halls set apart for the most violent patients, and treated as such.

The superintendent was absent at the time of my arrival, and I was placed in charge of an attendant Miss Sophia Peabody, a large, coarse, masculine woman. I can find no words in the English language to express all I endured while here, or even do the subject justice, but will give as clear an idea as possible.

I was taken in charge by this heartless attendant, and put through the usual course of treatment given to patients, to break the will and make them obedient. They commence a course of treatment at first to keep them in subjection, and for fear they may need it. The attendants are afraid the patients may sometime get the upper hand of them, and, to intimidate and make them submissive, use these harsh and cruel modes of punishment as soon as the patient is brought to the asylum. But they did not succeed in making me afraid. I know not why, but I did not experience any fear; neither did I feel the least angry. I was grieved, crushed, and heartbroken. I did not make any resistance, nor utter any complaint, knowing discretion to be the better part of valor.