The superintendent seemed anxious and troubled by not receiving an answer to his letter, and sent a telegram; but still no answer came. The matron came to me one day with pencil and paper, and requested me to write home for clothing, suitable to wear, so that I could come down in the center building and remain with them (the doctor’s family), saying to me “the doctor don’t want you to remain on the halls with the insane;’’ that I was weak yet, and he feared the effect it might have on my mind, and they wanted me to come in the center building with them. I wrote for the clothing; but, not getting it, was obliged to remain on that hall, as I could not go in the building with the doctor’s family with such articles of clothing as I had. I shall always think of this excellent Christian doctor and his wife with respect and gratitude, and always intended to pay them a visit and explain many things to them which I could not do while a patient. The doctor has since passed beyond the shores of time into eternity, slain by the hand of a madman—a death too sad to think of.

As he was passing through the hall a patient, who had concealed a knife, sprang upon the doctor, inflicting injuries from which he soon died, and thus another witness (whom I had intended to secure in my behalf,) has passed away—a wise and good man, whose testimony no court could impeach. Honor be to his memory.