Mental disorders, or, Diseases of the brain and nerves, developing the origin and philosophy of mania, insanity, and crime, with full directions for their treatment and cure /By the author of "The Physician," "Harbinger of Health," etc., etc., etc..

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American News Company, 1871 - 487 pàgines
 

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Pàgina 198 - And there was war in heaven; Michael and his angels fought against the dragon; and the dragon fought, and his angels, and prevailed not; neither was their place found any more in heaven. And the great dragon was cast out, that old serpent, called the Devil, and Satan, which deceiveth the whole world; he was cast out into the earth, and his angels were cast out with him.
Pàgina 364 - ... a thing you make of me. You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass; and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Pàgina 19 - O let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven ! Keep me in temper ; I would not be mad ! — Enter Gentleman.
Pàgina 390 - Some withered stalks she gathered in the spring. When any asked the cause, she smiled and said, They were her sisters, and would come and watch Her grave when she was dead. She never spoke Of her deceiver, father, mother, home, Or child, or heaven, or hell, or God ; but still In lonely places walked, and ever gazed Upon the withered stalks, and talked to them ; Till wasted to the shadow of her youth, With woe too wide to see beyond, she died — Not unatoned for by imputed blood, Nor by the Spirit,...
Pàgina 202 - I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have perilled life and reputation and reason. It has been in the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories.
Pàgina 58 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain-light of all our day, Are yet a master-light of all our seeing...
Pàgina 364 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass: and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak.
Pàgina 12 - The soul of man was made to walk the skies, Delightful outlet of her prison here ! There, disencumber'd from her chains, the ties Of toys terrestrial, she can rove at large ; There freely can respire, dilate, extend, In full proportion let loose all her powers, And, undeluded, grasp at something great.
Pàgina 163 - I counted the perspiratory pores on the palm of the hand, and found 3,528 in a square inch. Now, each of these pores being the aperture of a little tube of about a quarter of an inch long, it follows that in a square inch of skin on the palm of the hand, there exists a length of tube equal to 882 inches, or 73£ feet.
Pàgina 382 - And thin partitions do their bonds divide,' are, in my opinion, exaggerated and untrue. Taking the people here as a guide, the insane in general appear to be people with very little brains, and enormous egotism. "My next observation is, that the women have far less imagination than the men; they cannot even realize their own favorite delusions.

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