rage, despair, and deluded and insulted love deprived her of reason, and the grief which secretly preyed on her bosom, now broke forth with such violence, as to cramp every vein of her body, and to throw her into a trance, from which it was dubious whether we should ever be able to rouze her again.
After trying various remedies in vain, she finally awoke from her lethargy, and staring wildly around, began to speak. But every word she said was incoherent, and declared the entire derangement of the faculties of her mind.
She took me for her husband, and her husband for me, but could bear neither of us to be about her.
Her recovery was very flow, and her short lucid intervals were succeeded by dreadful relapses. We seldom appeared in her apartment, and she fortunately seemed to have lost all remembrance of us. Her infant son was the only being she spoke to, and she always kept him playing by her bed-side. There was not one among her neighbors and acquaintances she knew again, and a sombre melancholy had blighted all her wishes and desires.
