Chapters in the History of the Insane in the British Isles. Daniel Hack Tuke
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Название: Chapters in the History of the Insane in the British Isles

Автор: Daniel Hack Tuke

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СКАЧАТЬ the notion of something weird and impish; the physiognomy of madness was mistaken for that of witchcraft, while the poor wretches themselves, conscious of unaccustomed sensations and singular promptings, referred them to the agency of demons. Strangely enough, even an inquisitor—Nider, who died in 1440—gives many instances of persons whose symptoms he himself recognized as those not of possession, but of madness.

      Scot, who cites this case, shows great familiarity with examples of melancholy and delusion, and from his work have been derived many of the best known illustrations of the latter, including the delusions of being monarchs, brute beasts, and earthen pots greatly fearing to be broken. The old story of the patient who thought Atlas weary of upholding the heavens and would let the sky fall upon him, is narrated by this author, as well as that of the man who believed his nose to be as big as a house.

      It comes then, to this—to revert to the question, what was the medical knowledge or practice at the time of Coke and Hale, to which they would turn for direction when insanity came before them in the Courts of Law? —that when the lawyers went to the doctors for light they got surprisingly little help. They had better have confined themselves to reading the old Greek and Roman books on medicine, of which the medical practice of that period was but a servile imitation, and not have added, from their belief in witchcraft, the horrible punishment of lunatics, which in our country extended over the period between 1541 and 1736, when the laws against witchcraft were abolished. The last judicial murder of a witch in the British Isles (Sutherlandshire) was in 1722.

      "The country gives me proof and precedent

       Of Bedlam beggars, who, with roaring voices,

       Stick in their numb'd and mortify'd bare arms

       Pins, wooden pricks, nails, sprigs of rosemary;"

      and these enforce their charity by lunatic "bans," that is, by licences to beg under the badge of the Star of Bethlehem.

      Some doggerel from the most ancient of the Percy "Reliques" will serve for a sample of the rest:

      "Forth from my sad and darksome cell,

       Or from the deepe abysse of Hell,

       Mad Tom is come into the world againe,

       To see if he can cure his distemper'd braine."

      Tom appears to have brought away with him some of his fetters, then sufficiently abundant in Bedlam:

      "Come, Vulcan, with tools and with tackles,

       To knocke off my troublesome shackles."

      This method of treatment—by fetters—has not, it may be well to state, survived, like immersion, in the practice of the present Master of Bedlam.

      We learn from Shakespeare how "poor Tom that eats the swimming frog, the toad, the tadpole, the wall-newt and the water [newt]; ... swallows the old rat, and the ditch-dog;" and "drinks the green mantle of the standing pool," was "whipped from tything to tything, and stocked, punished, and imprisoned....

      Mice, and rats, and such small deere

      

      Whipping-posts were very common in the reign of Henry VIII., and we suppose long before; certainly also much later. About the middle of the seventeenth century an old poet, John Taylor, once a waterman on the Thames, and hence called the "Water Poet," wrote:

      "In London, and within one mile, I ween,

       There are of jails and prisons full eighteen,

       And sixty whipping-posts and stocks and cages."

      The whipping-post was sometimes called the "tree of truth." There is a curious passage in Sir Thomas More's works, in which he orders a lunatic to be bound to a tree and soundly beaten with rods.

      "There was a tree in Sir Thomas More's garden, at which he so often beat Lutherans, that it was called the 'tree of troth,'" says Burnet. This was not the tree at which he had the poor lunatic flogged, for he says that was in the street.