I have been urged ever since I left the Asylum, by friends, to write my history of those two unfortunate years, and give it to the public. This I did purpose to do while I was in the asylum, as soon as I left it, while all things would be fresh in my memory. But after leaving that place, and mingling again with the world and with my friends, the very thought of the subject sickened me, for I desired to think and talk as little about the matter as possible.
Besides this, in eighteen months after I left the asylum I entered upon the regular work of the minis- try again, and did not wish, while in the; effective work of the ministry, to mix with it the history of those two unhappy years, of which I knew; the public had no adequate conception ; and which, if I should write out faithfully, would develop facts which many would disbelieve, while others would only laugh at them, as freaks of my insanity, and not as sober truths.
Interesting perspective. I read this a week after reading Nellie Bly's "Ten Days in a Madhouse" c.1887. I was surprised to notice that H. Chase had postponed his book for three years because there were other books on the same subject being published and twenty years later Nellie Bly was in an asylum and things had not changed but seemed worse. His full title was Reverend Hiram Chase. He was a reverend before he went in and after he came out. For that time in history, I would have thought his views would have been revered. I felt both books lacked detail. Many of the comment could have been more persuasive had they not been vague. Other than that the book was engaging. Started and finished it in one sitting.
The major problem is exactly who committed him for what. At one point he admits it is his wife but never follows up on this. Other than that, well done.
I listened to this on LibriVox and it was sad what happened to the author but it was interesting to learn about what he experienced while he was there.