When he came to the Asylum, he was very weak in body and demented in mind, unable to sit up and had to be fed. By the use of warm baths and tonics, his bodily health soon began to revive and in the fall he was able to walk about and help himself, and appeared pleasant and cheerful, but his mind seemed gone, and when spoken to, he would wriggle his body and laugh, but not speak. October,—has become more fleshy, and now converses and reads, is very observing and has a good memory.
He continued to improve in some respects, and in the winter, asked for paper and wrote many compositions, mostly in verse, and exhibited considerable skill in sketching with a pencil. Still, with all this improvement, he has, even until the present time, an irresistible desire to tear his clothes, and if not carefully watched and guarded he will do so. He can assign no reason for this propensity, and when questioned about it, smiles and says he will not again. He commits to memory very readily, reads well, writes a good hand, and sketches accurately, yet his mind is in a very shattered state, as will be seen by a letter and some rhymes of his, which we subjoin as Pschychological curiosities. We indulge strong expectations of his complete recovery.

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