She fancies herself at home in New Orleans again, and as all was then happiness with her, so does everything appear to her mind the reflex of her past days." "We had better see her now," said Dr.Purtell, "for the sooner something is done towards restoring her reason the better." "Certainly," answered Dr.Humphries, "walk this way," he continued, leading them toward Mrs.Wentworth's chamber.
At the door he was met by Emma, who had been watching by the bedside of the maniac all the morning.
"Walk easily," she whispered as the three gentlemen appeared at the door.

"She is now calmer than ever, but the slightest noise will excite her again." The medical gentlemen entered the room with noiseless steps, and remained for several minutes watching the sleeping sufferer.

Her emaciated features were flushed from excitement and her breathing was hard and difficult.

In her sleep, she softly murmured words which told of happy years that were past and vanished forever and could never more return.

The broken sentences told of love and happiness, and a deep feeling of sympathy stole into the breasts of her hearers as they listened to her ravings.