Mrs. Lincoln's Epistle from Bellevue Place
Lynskey, Edward C.
Edward C. Lynskey Mrs. Lincoln's Epistle from Bellevue Place Mary Todd Lincoln, a frequent correspondent most of her adult life, curiously never wrote any extant letters during her incarceration...
...She dons gloves for repast," Dr...
...Lincoln's Epistle from Bellevue Place Mary Todd Lincoln, a frequent correspondent most of her adult life, curiously never wrote any extant letters during her incarceration at the insane asylum, Bellevue Place, from May 20,1875 to September 10,1875...
...Chinaman's marbles tonight...
...At lamplighting the Indian maid Little Pinkie slinks under a prairie dog moon to tie up my wits end...
...Red rice tomorrow...
...I'll never dip my quill deep down a poisoned ink phial to spell out my soul's sores for Matron to clutch up to a candle, poring over my sentences to hang me, Mary the Madwoman...
...More morphia...
...Before sun-go-down he's gone...
...What now...
...Yes, that's the solution made famous in your "Hospital for the Insane of the Private Class...
...Tally ho...
...He rasps "I abhor the night...
...Crochet again today...
...Come here," I murmur to my mate recalled by the door, "Lay your bones inside mine...
...Chicago's moiling gales subvert his cheer...
...Robert whistles up on the Electric Express in his shyster's swank for our promenade...
...Pliny Earle scribbles in his ledger...
...I mew, "Life's a bed of roses...
Vol. 124 • June 1997 • No. 11
