Aged about fifty-five, admitted about six years since. This patient is
a Devonshire man: he was tried at Exeter on a capital charge of making
copper-plate engravings for forging bank-notes, and convicted; but his
insanity was proved. He was sent hither from Exeter gaol. His powers
of intellect seem completely lost; he knows nothing of what is said
to him, is insensible to every thing that passes around him, and is
completely an idiot. His general health is good, but he is always sunk
in melancholy abstraction, and every spark of reason extinct. He is, of
course, quiet and harmless.