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Modern Persecution, or Insane Asylums Unveiled
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1 | MODERN PERSECUTION, Or Insane Asylums Unveiled, As Demonstrated by the Report of the Investigating Committee of the Legislature of Illinois. | |
2 | By Mrs. E. P. W. PACKARD. | |
3 | "Ye Shall Know the Truth." | |
4 | Published, by the Authoress. | |
5 | Vol. I. | |
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HARTFORD: | |
7 | TO MY BELOVED CHILDREN IS THIS BOOK MOST AFFECTIONATELY DEDICATED | |
8 | To you, my first-born son, THEOPHILUS PACKARD, JR., born March 17, 1842: and you, my second child, ISAAC WARE PACKARD, born June 24, 1844; and you, my third child, SAMUEL WARE PACKARD, born November 29, 1847; and you, my only daughter, ELIZABETH WARE PACKARD, born May 10, 1850; and you, my fifth child, GEORGE HASTINGS PACKARD, born July 18, 1853; and you, my sixth child, ARTHUR DWIGHT PACKARD, born December 18, 1858; -- I dedicate this Book, or a record of your mother's persecuted life -- of that life of which you are the sun, moon and stars. Yes, it is for you, my jewels, I have lived -- it is for you I have suffered the agonies of Gethsemane's Garden -- it is for you I have hung on this cross of crucifixion; and been entombed three years in a living cemetery; and oh! it is for your sakes I hope to rise again, to find my maternal joys immortalized. | |
9 | Children dear, when all the world forsook me and fled, you stood firm for right, firm for truth, firm for duty; you, and you alone, were true to the mother who bore you, for you knew she was true to man, and true to God. Yes, your tender, loving hearts have writhed in secret agony over your mother's sorrows -- but you have been denied the boon of human sympathy for yourselves; and, what is harder still, you have not been allowed to bestow it upon your persecuted mother, even, while her lacerated heart was panting to receive it from you. | |
10 | Yes, you, my first-born son, Theophilus, have been threatened with disinheritance from our family and home, because you loved your kind-hearted mother so well, that you sought to visit her in her prison-home in defiance of your father's edict. Oh, my son! Thy Father, God, will not disinherit thee for loving thy mother, even when the world forsook her. Four times has thy hard-earned wages, my filial Theophilus, been cheerfully expended to visit your mother in her dreary cell. | |
11 | And you, my Isaac, I have consented to lay upon the altar of my country -- a living sacrifice for its sin. God has accepted the sacrifice and spared my Isaac! In the army you toiled early and late to accumulate a treasure, with which you could visit your mother. God succeeded you -- you paid me one clandestine visit in my prison. | |
12 | Your two clandestine letters are all the letters from my children I have been permitted to receive. But oh! I needed no such proofs of your true love to assure me it was not dead within you. | |
13 | No, death and a living tomb cannot separate us. We are one in Christ. Oh, my children! Every earthly love has died within me -- but oh! the death agonies of the maternal love well nigh rent soul and body asunder. Yes, the mother has died! But she has risen again -- the mother of her country -- and her sons and daughters are -- The American Republic. | |
14 | Children, it is for the service of your country your mother has dedicated you, one and all. May you, my sons, be fitted to adorn the garden of American freedom, "as plants," grown up in your youth, from the rocky but luxuriant soil of family persecution. And may you, my daughter, be as a "corner-stone," in our new temple of American freedom -- "polished after the similitude of a palace." | |
15 | CONTENTS. | |
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Introduction. 13 |