The History of the First Inebriate Asylum in the World: By Its Founder; an Account of His Indictment, Also a Sketch of the Woman's National Hospital, by Its Projector
The author, 1888 - 503 páginas
An account of the New York State Inebriate Asylum at Binghampton and the proposed Woman's National Hospital at Wilton, Conn.
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The History of the First Inebriate Asylum in the World
J. Edward Turner
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acts of Assignment adjourned alcohol Anson G appointed Assignment and Transfer Asylum stock Ausburn Birdsall Beekman benevolent Binghamton Birdsall board of trustees brain called capital stock Charles Committee constitute corner-stone corporation crime cured delirium tremens deponent dipsomaniac disease drunkard Edward Turner election of trustees Ex-Judge founder free beds friends fund George Henry hereby ratifying honor human hundred Inebriate Asylum inebriate women inebriety insane asylums inspectors institution intemperance interest James John Joseph Mullin Judge June labor large number lawful Attorney irrevocable Legislature medical treatment meeting ment Millard Fillmore mind moral morbid organization patients persons to substitute Phelps physician Pres President Prof proxy received replied Samuel stockholders subscribed subscription thousand dollars tion transfer and set transfer unto transferred his Asylum United States Inebriate Valentine Mott victim vote Walworth wards Washington Hunt Willard Parker William Wilton Woman's National Hospital writer York State Inebriate
Página 327 - No private or local bill, which may be passed by the Legislature, shall embrace more than one subject, and that shall be expressed in the title.
Página 230 - Within a few days he had devised various expedients to procure rum, but failed. At length, however, he hit upon one which was successful. He went into the wood-yard of the establishment, placed one hand upon the block, and with an axe in the other, struck it off at a single blow. With the stump raised and streaming he ran into the house and cried, ' Get some rum ! get some rum ! my hand is off...
Página 156 - And their warm tears: but all hath suffer'd change: For surely now our household hearths are cold: Our sons inherit us: our looks are strange: And we should come like ghosts to trouble joy. Or else the island princes over-bold Have eat our substance, and the minstrel sings Before them of the ten years' war in Troy, And our great deeds, as half-forgotten things.
Página 57 - New-York;" and by that name shall have perpetual succession, power to sue and be sued, to make and use a common seal and alter the same at pleasure, to...
Página 58 - Association not inconsistent with the laws of this State, for the purpose of carrying on all kinds of business within the objects and purposes of the Association.
Página 156 - ... enchanted stem, Laden with flower and fruit, whereof they gave To each, but whoso did receive of them, And taste, to him the gushing of the wave Far far away did seem to mourn and rave On alien shores; and if his fellow spake, His voice was thin, as voices from the grave; And deep-asleep he seem'd, yet all awake. And music in his ears his beating heart did make.
Página 459 - Norfolk state hospital, any female, who is subject to dipsomania or inebriety either in public or private, or who is so addicted to the intemperate use of narcotics or stimulants as to have lost the power of self-control...
Página 224 - So deeply inherent is it in this life of ours that men have to suffer for each other's sins, so inevitably diffusive is human suffering, that even justice makes its victims, and we can conceive no retribution that does not spread beyond its mark in pulsations of unmerited pain.
Página 281 - ... information and belief, and as to those matters he believes them to be true.
Página 156 - Dear is the memory of our wedded lives, And dear the last embraces of our wives And their warm tears; but all hath suffer'd change; For surely now our household hearths are cold, Our sons inherit us, our looks are strange, And we should come like ghosts to trouble joy. Or else the island princes over-bold Have eat our substance, and the minstrel sings Before them of the ten years...