ABSTRACT
Ten miserable days had passed since Mrs. Glenmorris had been confined and treated as a mad woman. Reduced to the last stage of weakness by a devouring fever, she recovered her reason only to know that she had lost every thing else. Why she was where she found herself she knew not, nor by whose authority she had been placed there. Her extreme languor and feebleness permitted her not to remonstrate; it hardly suffered her mildly and plaintively to entreat of the persons she saw around her information as to the cause and duration of her confinement, and implore them to tell her if Medora, her dear child, had been heard of, and would be restored to her.
