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DR. BRIGHAM: --
Dear Sir, --

A few evenings since, when I was relating some of my own experience and observations while a sojourner in the little world over which you preside, it was suggested to me by an esteemed friend, that a few extracts from the diary which I kept while there, would form an interesting article for the "Journal of Insanity." In consequence of this suggestion, I have selected the following notes of the eccentric "goings and sayings" of those associates who most particularly attracted my observation after my own convalescence. The subject, though somewhat a novel one, will not, I think, be without interest to many of your readers; the majority of whom, I take it for granted, are deeply interested in all that relates to the welfare and present condition of that unfortunate class of our fellow beings to whom these notes more particularly refer.

To avoid a more extended communication than you will wish to publish, I have selected from my diary the notes of only one of the sixty weeks which I passed in the New York State Lunatic Asylum, as a patient; and have noted, as precisely as my "small individuality" would permit me, all I saw worthy of observation during that time.

I am,
Dear Sir,
Yours, Very Resp'y,
S. R.

MONDAY, Nov. 20th, 1848. -- The bell rang this morning as usual, at half-past 6 o'clock, when I dressed myself, and made my bed,: this duty, after much perseverance on my part, I now perform with all the precision of the most scrupulous "fille de chambre." All those gentlemen who are able, invariably make their own beds; and it really presents a most laughable, and sometimes exceedingly ludicrous spectacle, to see man, in all the varieties of his character, engaged in this very sober and domestic occupation. I think I might assert, with truth, that the art of "bed making" has been brought to the ne plus ultra of perfection in this Institution. I suggested, this morning, to a jovial, weather-beaten old veteran of the War of 1812, Mr. S., who prides himself very much in the mathematical precision with which he makes his bed, -- that, as all the male population of the United States had not enjoyed the same privileges which he had, viz., of being initiated into the mysteries of "bed making," that it would be an act of charity in him to write a short essay on his "latest and most improved plan." The old gentleman replied, that if I thought the production of such a work would stimulate our sex to manly competition, and thereby have a tendency to meliorate the condition of the opposite sex, he would most assuredly take the subject into immediate consideration.

The breakfast bell rings every morning, at this season, at 7 o'clock, precisely. With one exception, all the patients on this hall have excellent appetites; and I could not but remark to myself this morning, at the breakfast table, that I thought some gentlemen then present, would, if permitted to do so, avail themselves of the opportunity of eating sufficient to serve them for the rest of their lives. I observed, with much alarm, that Mr. P., on my right hand, swallowed nearly half a mackerel (bone and all,) at one mouthful. I asked him why he did so, he told me he did it "for greens." After I left the breakfast table this morning, I found three potatoes in my pocket; this produced much fun at my expense. Mr. S., however, to whom I have before alluded, did not feel disposed to look upon the matter as a joke; he advised me to discover "who had put them there, to demand satisfaction, and to fight it out like a man;" he assured me that he considered himself bound to act in the affair as my friend, and that if I fell he would avenge me.

Mr. S. is sixty-one years of age, very excitable, and always under the impression, that folks wish to tread on his feet or otherwise hurt his toes, which have been sore since he came on this hall. He sweeps a good deal; this occupation seems to afford him much pleasure, and while, in possession of the formidable broomstick, he says, "he knows nobody will trouble this child." He "puts himself through" the sword exercise with all the energy of an enthusiastic young warrior, during which exhibition, he appears to realize with Richard, that his soul's in arms and ready for the field. On these occasions he frequently challenges the two "bully hands" of the building, and with a glow of satisfied pride, asserts his confidence in the successful issue of a mortal combat. He is fond of reading, chiefly religious, historical, and political subjects; the last mentioned, however, forms his favorite topic of conversation. He is a man of general information, loves argument, and is a great logician in his way, but if crowded, soon loses his self-control, and then his most powerful argument lies in the broomstick, which at times is known to be remarkably striking. He sings some, but most unfortunately never commences this delightful recreation till after midnight, when he shouts a hymn with the most annoying composure, there-by incurring the displeasure of his now "wide awake" neighbors, who, with one accord, commence a chorus of sounds anything but harmonious, in testimony of their disapprobation of this very untimely proceeding. At length, the attendant succeeds in restoring tranquility, and Mr. S. quietly falls asleep, vowing vengeance and the annihilation of every "scallewag" in the United States, through the medium of "self and broomstick."

I am happy to say, that such scenes as these are not of frequent occurrence, but when once witnessed, they are not likely to be forgotten. I am one of those individuals who always feel an irresistible impulse to laugh at "the ridiculous." I am acquainted with many droll and eccentric characters, and can never contemplate their features without giving vent to my risible faculties. I always remark, that I feel better after a hearty, uncontrolled laugh, and have heard many others make the same observation.

To-day we had roast beef and Indian pudding for dinner: I am very fond of this pudding when properly made, but am inclined to think that our cook hardly does it justice. Our "bill of fare" never presents much variety, but what there is, is good and abundant.

In the afternoon, we (twelve patients and two attendants) took a very pleasant walk on the new plank road. We went to the village of Whitesborough. I particularly remarked the neatness of many of the dwelling houses, and the elegance of a few. Whitesborough is a beautiful village, and the town which is called Whitestown, is distinguished for its large and numerous manufacturing establishments.

We sat down to supper at the usual hour, 6 o'clock. Mr. P. "toasted" his cheese over the lamp. Mr. E. suggested to his "Young friend," that the smoke would communicate an unpleasant flavor. P. replied, that smoke was not unpleasant to him, but his (E.'s) gas was particularly offensive: hereupon, E. stood up and said, he begged the gentleman's leave to make a few observations on his favorite dish, "Welsh rabbit;" and would remark in the first place, that it must be obvious to all "with half an eye," that the method adopted by P. was an evident, proof of his insanity. (Cries of shame, shame, out of order, &c., &c.) E. said he would substitute the word verdancy for that of insanity -- Here, P. interrupted the speaker; -- he said, he thanked him (E.,) exceedingly for giving him credit for a green act; and added, that his only object in doing it was "for greens."

The usual hour for retiring to bed is half-past 8 o'clock, but some go soon after supper; others, I think would never go if the matter was left to their own option.

Monday and Thursday evenings are devoted to reading some new work selected by the officers of the Asylum. This evening we read from an interesting book, entitled "Loiterings in Europe."

TUESDAY. - Nothing particular has occurred to-day, except that Mr. D., aged sixty-nine, was removed from this hall. I regret his removal, as I was much attached to him. He is a remarkably hale, active and well disposed old gentleman, but excessively, "absent minded." He forgets what he is doing, while in the act of some ordinary occupation; also, the subject of his conversation while speaking to his fellow patients. He is fond of reading, chiefly religious books. He is also a great projector, but forgets many of his plans before they are matured. Agriculture is his favorite topic of conversation. He is perfectly satisfied with his present condition, and pleased with everything and everybody about him, and says he has no wish to leave his present "comfortable quarters," but for a few days, to arrange some business on his farm, and enter an action against one of his neighbors for an assault and battery. He complains a little of the inactivity of his present life; says he would like to get out and "dig some;" thinks it rather ridiculous and childish to go to bed so early and lie so late in the morning. He is generally up and walking about the dormitory several times during the night, most anxiously looking out for the dawn of day, and is invariably the first man out of bed in the morning when the bell rings. He has a very good ear for music, and sings bass with much taste. He most strenuously insists, that his only object in coming to this Institution, was to complete his education and acquire proficiency in the art of playing on the bass-viol. He wishes to join the choir on Sundays, and frequently complains of Dr. Brigham's depreciation of his talent, by not allowing him "to demonstrate to his friends here, that he is a good bass singer."

We visited the Asylum Museum this afternoon. Dr. B. showed much kindness in explaining the relative merits of the various curiosities. I was much tickled by the exceeding value which he appeared to attach to a "few hairs from old Whitey's tail" which he preserves in a glass bottle. "Old Whitey" was the war-horse that had the honor of carrying the gallant old "hero of Buena Vista" safely, through all the dangers of his different battles. Noble charger! What true American would not prize a lock of his hair? The Museum contains many good pictures, minerals, especially ores of metals, and collections in natural history. A glass case of beautiful butterflies attracted much attention. There are, also, many Indian relics, curiosities from foreign countries, and a large assortment of ancient and modern coins. I examined the head of an Egyptian mummy, three or four thousand years old, presented to the Museum by L. N. Fowler, of New York city. I was also much pleased with the mementoes of the Wars of 1812 and 1847; among which may be seen, a hatchet taken from the British at Plattsburg; also, a gun taken from a Mexican after the battle of Palo Alto, presented by Dr. Wood, son-in-law of General Taylor. I observed many excellent Daguerreotype likenesses of patients; they are life like, and none who have seen the originals can fail to recognize them.

Tuesday and Friday evenings, card playing is allowed, but at no other time. Whist is a favorite game, and this evening we went at it "with a rush."

WEDNESDAY. - This is "Lecture day," during the cold season. We have already been entertained with many excellent discourses on a variety of subjects. To-day we were favored by Anson J. Upson, Esq., of Hamilton College. He selected for his subject, the life of Franklin. He spoke eloquently and well for above an hour, and highly interested his large audience.

Dinner to-day consisted of roast mutton and vegetables, and I am happy to say, that my worthy friend on my right, made an excellent meal without "greens."

Each hall is provided with a ball and "nine pins;" this game affords much amusement and healthful exercise to the patients. I rolled a game to-day, but at first had very bad luck; my opponent informed me that he had, "skunked" me. This information rather alarmed me, for I lately had the misfortune to be placed in closer quarters with that most offensive of animals -- a skunk -- than I ever hope to be again; -- the matter, however, was soon explained, to our mutual satisfaction, when, out of revenge, I challenged my adversary to a second trial of his skill, and this time had the pleasure of learning from him, that I beat him, "two out of three." So much for perseverance.

On Wednesday evening, the "Debating Society" meets. It is regularly organized, and is termed "The Lyceum and Debating Society." A President and Secretary are elected by ballot, on the first Monday of every month. The following are some of the subjects debated: -- "Are early marriages beneficial to mankind?" -- decided in the affirmative; -- "Are the conquests of the British Government in India advantageous to commerce and civilization, and beneficial to mankind ?" -- decided in the negative. This evening the question was, "Do we derive more gratification from the anticipation of pleasure, than the participation in it ?" -- decided in the negative by a small majority.

I have remarked, that the debating appears to afford both pleasure and instruction, not only to those who take a part in the proceedings, but also to those who do not feel disposed to make any such exertions.

THURSDAY. -- Thanksgiving day. Fifty-two turkeys arrived here this morning, the whole of which were consumed for dinner, with pie in proportion. All were well pleased, and I heard one gentleman remark, that he thought it very mean in the Governor not to appoint more than one day in the year "to give thanks;" -- he said, he had no doubt the Governor loved turkey and pie as well as other folks, but was decidedly selfish, -- and added, that he entertained hopes of being appointed Governor himself, some day, and that when that time arrived, his very first act should be to appoint three hundred and sixty-five "thanksgiving days" for the coming year.

We spent the remainder of the day as we have many others, in relating and listening to stories and anecdotes. The hall for convalescent patients in a Lunatic Asylum, resembles, in one respect, the forecastle of a ship -- that is, in the disposition to tell "long yarns."

This evening, we enjoyed a rich treat; viz., the Ladies' Annual Exhibition. It commenced with a very pretty and appropriate Prologue, written by Miss N., and spoken by Miss P. I think great credit is due to all the ladies concerned. The tableaux were admirable; among which were, "Interview between King David and Ahimelech, the High Priest" -- "Cinderilla, or the glass slipper" -- "Interview between Rebecca and Rowena" -- "Jeanie Dean sueing Queen Caroline for the pardon of her sister Effie, accompanied by the Duke of Argyle."

Jeanie "looked" her part well; -- I could almost imagine I heard her give utterance to those beautiful and impressive words: --

"My puir sister Effie, -- her days are numbered! but she still lives, and a word of the King's mouth might restore her to a brokenhearted auld man. Oh, Madam, save an honest house from dishonor, and an unhappy girl -- not eighteen years of age -- from an early and dreadful death."

Her Majesty looked "Right Royal," and "Her Grace of Argyle" "acted like a man." The tableaux were followed by "The Mountain Bugle," a very pretty duet, sung by the Misses P. and M., with a piano forte accompaniment: -- after which was performed, a farce, in two acts, entitled, "The Village Tea Party," the performance of which called forth shouts of the most uncontrollable laughter.

The whole concluded with a Scotch Reel, "by twelve ladies, in the highland costume. The dancing was good, and if "the face be the index of the mind," all were delighted with it. At the conclusion, the Asylum Brass Band struck up "Hail Columbia," during the performance of which, the company marched in good order to their respective apartments, highly delighted with the evening entertainment, -- the men resolving that they would endeavor to equal it, by a theatrical performance on Christmas week.

FRIDAY. -- Our dinner, on this day, is always cod-fish and rice. I hear some grumbling about it occasionally, the majority thinking it "very unreasonable that they should be confined to cod-fish, on Friday, to oblige Catholics." We have sometimes, however, fresh fish on this day, which is generally very acceptable. There is one individual here, however, who is exceedingly fond of it -- Mr. M. He is the strangest specimen of human nature that ever came within my observation. He has been on this hall nine or ten months, and is now precisely "in statu quo." His ways and manners are most eccentric, and nothing can induce him to depart from them in the least degree. He has much aversion to wash him-self; also, to change his linen, and be shaved. When it becomes necessary for the attendant to do these things for him, he always repeats many times that he "don't want to be washed so often" -- "don't want a clean shirt so often" -- "don't want to be shaved so often," &c. He prefers eating his meals alone in the hall; -- each meal occupies him about two hours. He separates his victuals into very small particles, licks every piece of potatoe peeling, and blows and sips all his drink as if it were boiling. After each meal he sits some time, as if in the deepest meditation, then rising from the floor, (which, by the bye, is the only seat he will sit upon,) he walks once up the hall, and then takes his station by the wall, where he stands like a mute till the ringing of the next bell. I have remarked, that he always eats as nearly as possible, the same quantity of food at each meal, and when more than his usual quantum is put upon his plate, he resents it as an insult, by throwing away the surplus with much indignation. He nightly protests against the practice of going to bed so early. He says, he "ain't used to it when he's tu hum;" and after his door is locked at night, he always reminds the attendant, at least a dozen times, that he "must have his clothes in the mornin'."

We took a walk this morning, and among other places, called at the Green-House, which, the gardener informs me, contains eleven hundred plants. Among others, I noticed in particular, the "India Rubber" plant, the "Cactus Multiplex," the "Cactus Speciosa," the "Americana Aloe," from South America, and the Rose in full bloom.

SUNDAY. -- The Asylum is supplied with about fifty different Newspapers, which are sent from all parts of the Union, (thanks to the editors.) These Newspapers are distributed throughout the building every Sunday morning. To some halls daily papers are sent, and afford a good supply of agreeable reading matter to the inmates of the Institution.

Went to the Chapel in the afternoon. The Rev. Mr. Goodrich, Chaplain of the Asylum, preached a good practical discourse, which was attentively listened to by a congregation of three or four hundred persons. The Chapel has an excellent Organ and a good choir of singers, mostly patients. It is pleasing to notice the shaking of hands and inquiries for each others welfare among the patients, after meeting; as a considerable number, by having been placed in different halls, have become acquainted with many, they do not now meet but on Sunday, in the Chapel.

The remainder of the day was passed in reading, and in conversation. Frequently, very good stories are told. I was much interested with the following, as related by Mr. G., of ----- County. He said it was actually true, and I believe him.

"Twenty-six years ago, I worked for E. N.; -- he was then in the prime of life, very handsome, and the richest man in the town, which is situated on the south side of the river, about sixty-two or three miles from here. The village where I lived, lies on the opposite side of the same river. (Now just mind your own business, and let me tell you in my own way, else I wont tell you another word about it, so I wont!) Well, it was in the month of August; we were all at work as usual, when, suddenly, the weather became uncommonly oppressive, even for that hottest of months. We began to prepare for a coming storm, and had scarcely time to run to an outbuilding, ere we were overtaken by one of the most tremendous thunderstorms that I ever witnessed. Although our work had hitherto gone on prosperously, (the grain and hay being all stowed away in the barn,) yet this temporary suspension of out-door work, was more than N. could quietly endure. He gave vent to his feelings, in the most horrid oaths and blasphemy, and cursed everybody about him. I am not a coward, but I confess, that what between the raging of the elements and the frightful language of that man, I was inspired with more fear than I had ever before experienced. N's rage, like the storm, continued to increase; his whole frame trembled like an aspen, and in a paroxysm of the most ungovernable rage, he defied his Maker. His defiance was immediately followed by the most vivid flash of lightning that had ever been seen in that part of the country. For a few seconds me were deprived of sight, and when it was restored, the first object we beheld was the barn wrapt in flames. Before we could render assistance, the fire had communicated with the out-buildings, and unfortunately, the wind blowing in the direction of the dwelling house, that also became a prey to the all-devouring element. "Vengeance is mine saith the lord!" I repeat now what I said twenty-six years ago, that this was a judgment from God. When I said so, folks laughed at me, and called me a superstitious fool ; -- do they call me so, now? No. Before one week had passed away, every individual then present thought, and had good reason to think the same as the superstitious fool. Time can never efface from my memory the recollection of that awful night. Oh! it was a horrible sight. There stood the amiable, the devoted, the resigned wife, there the frightened and weeping children, and there, the brutal, maddened drunkard N., breathing the most dastardly imprecations against his pious, and at all times, well meaning wife. She had come to console, and if possible, to withdraw him from the scene. How did he requite her kindness ? He cursed her -- he struck her -- he left her a disconsolate, broken-hearted woman.

The following day, N. employed thirty hands; the same night he swore to his friends that all should be re-built by a certain day; adding, that he would show God Almighty that if He had the power to burn a few old wooden buildings, that he (N.,) could build new stone ones, so He might do his worst.

Time passed away, and the day appointed for the completion of the building, at length arrived; -- many loafers were in attendance, who had come to render a little assistance, and drink a great deal of rum; (loafers always love rum,) I should think it very "rum" to meet with an exception to the rule. Rum! -- Rum! -- I wonder how many thousands rum has ruined, -- the greatest enemy to mankind. Well, leave me alone; I'll tell you; but I'm getting tired, so I'll cut my story short.

Yes, that day, little did poor N. know what an hour would bring forth. The warning had been given, but it had not been hearkened unto. 'Twas then too late. The building was nearly completed, but N. was dissatisfied; he swore at everybody; at himself. "D---n my limbs!" This horrid expression had scarcely left his lips, when a large piece of timber fell, and crushed both his legs in a most dreadful manner, breaking one completely off at the thigh. A messenger was immediately dispatched for a physician, but before he arrived the soul of N. was in eternity. He acknowledged that "God had conquered;" his last words being "GOD FORGIVE ME!"