There was also a ticket for his passage to America, by the screw steamer
Andes, which sailed on Wednesday last. The clerk found him to the last
degree incommunicative; and nothing could be discovered from him but what
the papers disclosed. There were about a dozen utterly unintelligible
notes among the papers, written by himself since his derangement.
I decided to put him into the insane hospital, where he now accordingly
is, and to-morrow (by which time he may be in a more conversable mood) I
mean to pay him a visit.
The clerk tells me that there is now, and has been for three years, an
American lady in the Liverpool almshouse, in a state of insanity. She is
very accomplished, especially in music; but in all this time it has been
impossible to find out who she is, or anything about her connections or
previous life. She calls herself Jenny Lind, and as for any other name
or identity she keeps her own secret.
September 14th.--It appears that Mr. ------ (the insane young gentleman)
being unable to pay his bill at the inn where he was latterly staying,
the landlord had taken possession of his luggage, and satisfied himself
in that way. My clerk, at my request, has taken his watch out of pawn.
It proves to be not a very good one, though doubtless worth more than
five pounds, for which it was pledged. The Governor of the Lunatic
Asylum wrote me yesterday, stating that the patient was in want of a
change of clothes, and that, according to his own account, he had left
his luggage at the American Hotel.
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