on which memorable day I went in company with the General to Junius Brutus Booth’s residence, at Manchester, Mass., where I staid, well provided for, until I got sober.  I then began to fill my engagements, and for six weeks lectured almost every day and night.  I again broke down and came home.  I finally got sober once more and did not drink anything until in January last, when I again fell.  I went to Jeffersonville to lecture, and while there became converted.  Had I then ceased to work and given my worn-out body and mind a much needed rest, I would have to-day been standing up before the world a free and happy man.  But my desire to see and tell every one of the new joy which I had found controlled me, and for six weeks I spoke every day, and often twice a day.  I started east again and went to Boston.  I attended the Moody and Sankey meetings, but was troubled with I know not what.  All the time an unnatural feeling seemed to have possession of me.

One afternoon, just after getting off my knees from prayer, a strange spell came over me and before I could realize what I was doing, the devil hurried me into a saloon, where I began to drink recklessly, and knew nothing more for two or three days.  Then I awoke, I knew not where.  Some of my friends found me and sent me home.  I now suffered more mental torture than I experienced on sobering up from any other spree I was ever on.  I believed firmly that I was saved; that my appetite for liquor was forever gone.  I felt now that there was no hope for me.  Oh, the despairing days and long black nights of agony unspeakable that followed this debauch!  In time I recovered physical health, and began to lecture, though under greater difficulties than ever before.  I was so harrassed by my own shame and the world’s doubts that within a month I again got drunk.  While on this spree my friends made out the necessary papers, and I was committed to the Indiana Hospital for the Insane.  Here, then, I am to-day, very near the end of my most wretched and misspent life.  How can I tell the emotions which swell in my heart?  It is on the record of this asylum that I was brought here June 4th, a victim of intemperance.  Everything is being done for me that can be done, but I feel that my case is hopeless unless help comes from above.  Ordinarily restraint and proper attention to diet and rest would in time cure aggravated cases of that peculiar insanity which manifests itself in an abnormal and excessive demand for liquor.  But with me the spell returns after months of sobriety with a force which I am powerless to resist, as the reader has seen in the several instances given in this autobiography.  The rule of treatment for patients here varies with the different characters of the patients.  The impressions which I had formed of insane asylums was very different from those which have come from my sojourn among the insane.  There is less screaming and violence than I thought there would be, and for most of the time the wards in which the better class