There are few subjects on which a book could be written more interesting to thoughtful men than the experiences and confessions of a recovered lunatic. If such an one could remember with distinctness, and relate with perspicuity, the various phases of intellectual aberration and of emotional perversion through which he had passed, he might produce a work capable of competing for public favor with the confessions of an English Opium Ester. And if he had accelerated his own progress towards convalescence by energetic attempts to regain self-control, he might rival the lesson of self-victory taught in that astonishing production.