excited by seeing one of the most inoffensive inmates pushed and spoken to very roughly, without having done any wrong.  They attempted to comb that poor girl’s hair; she will not submit, begs and cries to go down there.  I go to the bath-room door to beg them to be gentle with her.  Mrs. Mills slammed the door in my face.  She is vexed at any expression of sympathy.  Again I hear that pitiful cry, and I go up the hall to see what the trouble is.  They had taken her in a room to hold her on the floor, by those heavy, strong nurses sitting on her arms and feet, while they force her to eat.  I return, for I can’t endure the sight.  I met Mrs. Mills, with a large spoon, going to stuff her as she did me. (I was not dyspeptic; I had fasted and would have eaten if they had given me milk, as I requested.) She was angry at me again; she ordered me to my room, and threatened to lock me in.  What have I done to merit such treatment?  How can I endure this any longer!

April 3.—­Yesterday was election day of the Aldermen of the city of St. John.  Dr. Steeves came in this morning and congratulated me very pleasantly that my son was elected Alderman.  I thanked him and said I was not at all surprised, for he was very popular in his ward; always kind and courteous to every one, he had made many friends.  He must know I am perfectly sane, but I can’t persuade him to tell my son I am well enough to go home.

My dear Lewis has gone eight hundred miles beyond Winnipeg surveying.  I am sorry to have him go so far.  Will I ever see him again?  But I feel so badly when he comes to see me, and refuses to take me home with him; and I say to myself, “I would die here alone rather than that he, my darling boy, should be shut in here and treated as I am;” for his temper, if so opposed, would make him a maniac.  I have dreamed of seeing him looking wretched and crying for fresh air, for he was suffocating.  All the time I had those troubled dreams, I was smothering with gas coming in my room through the small grating intended to admit heat to make us comfortable, but it did not.  I was obliged to open the window to be able to breathe; my lungs required oxygen to breathe when I was lying in bed, not gas from hard coal.

There is one lady whose room is carpeted and furnished well, but she is so cold she sits flat on the carpet beside the little grate, trying to be warm.  She has not enough clothing on to keep her warm.  Her friends call often, but they never stay long enough to know that her room is cold.  They cannot know how uncomfortable she is, or what miserable food she has, for we all fare alike.