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this having been an act of suicide: it is supposed that he had contrived to tie his hands together by means of his teeth. In the case of the Prince de Condi it was alleged, that he could not have hanged himself, in consequence of a defect in the power of one hand. "A determined purpose," the professor goes on to say," will often make up for a great degree of corporeal infirmity." A verdict of felo de se was brought in, at the inquest held on the body of Maryanne Waley; the case appears to us involved in great mystery. She was of a highly respectable family; her marriage took place on the 27th of June, with the entire approbation of her friends. She accompanied her husband on a wedding excursion to Scarborough and Leamington, and then settled in Leeds, where his business lay. Mr. Waley was past thirty, and she was three years younger at the time of their marriage; she wrote to her sister; her last letter was dated the 7th of July, giving, as stated in the Journal of Psychological Medicine," the most simple and artless account of her happiness;" it ended with these words; " it has just struck five, and as my dearest William makes his appearance about that time, I must draw to a close and make ready for his tea, so, dearest Susanna, with our united love, your affectionate and happy sister." On the ninth of July she had breakfasted with her husband, and they had parted on the most affectionate terms, as he was going out to his business; she was pious and gentle, and of a remarkably cheerful disposition; she had been seen as late as half-past eleven o'clock in perfect health and spirits; in four minutes after, she was found stretched on the floor, her throat cut from ear to ear, a razor between the finger and thumb of her left hand; the Coroner's direction to the jury obliged them to bring in a verdict of felo de se, though he said it was a case involving great mystery, and "it appeared singular," he added, "that she could use the left hand to the left side of the neck, as the other would have been exerted more readily and more powerfully, but the jury must respect the medical testimony in stating, that it was possible for deceased to have inflicted the wound, even in the manner described. There were no grounds. for suspicion against any one; the servant girl had been examined, and there were no grounds for supposing that she was an agent in her mistress's death." He could "not say whether persons had entered the house, as persons had been so officious as to clear away all before the jury or any other persons capable of forming an opinion had seen the place. No inference could

be drawn from Mr. Ken's statement, he was so confused; there was sufficient evidence as to her perfect sanity up to five minutes before her death;" so he told the jury that they had better find a verdict of felo de se, than by giving another verdict, throw a suspicion on any one. After three hours' deliberation, the jury brought in a verdict according to the Coroner's direction. The inquest was held just eighteen days after her wedding day. The verdict appears strange.

In the inquests on those who have filled the measure of their guilt and have sought for no pardon and no peace but that which they think is to be found in the grave, it would appear that on many inquiries there could be no hesitation in the verdict, unless every excess of passion is to be classed under the head of insanity. It is often said of a reckless character that he is nobody's enemy but his own. There never was a more unfounded assertion; it is worthy of all observation, that every guilty action involves more than its perpetrator in misery. The misconduct of one who is near and dear, plants the sharpest thorn in the breast that ever rankled there. How many silent tears have been shed-how many agonised prayers have been offered for one, who never weeps for himself, who never breathes a prayer in his own behalf-for one who, according to the adage, is nobody's enemy but his own-how often does his career involve a whole family in distress, ruin, and shame! There never was a more startling illustration of this, than in the case of Sir John Piers. After the verdict found against him, in the action brought by Lord Cloncurry for the seduction of his wife, he retired to the Isle of Man, most probably to avoid the payment of the damages which had been awarded. Untouched by remorse, his seclusion was not given to repentance, but to the same criminal course which had disgraced him in his own land. Here he seduced the daughter of a clergyman; driven to madness, by the ruin of his child, her father shot himself; excited by this dreadful catastrophe, Sir John Piers put an end to his existence; and to the sad catalogue of miseries which he had caused, the utter distraction of his victim may be added. One of the sad tragedies which are revealed on inquests occurred at Little Chelsea, in the antumn of 1821. A father and daughter, Andrew and Mary King, resided together; she managing his household concerns, and he following his calling of carrier between Chelsea and London; he was often seen at the first dawning of day wend

ing his way with his horse and cart, and returning in the evening to the repose of his home. It came out in evidence that the girl had been seduced by a man with a wife and family, and had given birth to a still-born infant. The father was nearly bereft of reason when the discovery took place, and it appeared in evidence, too, that the girl was quite heart-broken. One evening when her father was from home, she stole back to the cabin, and drawing a chair she sat down. What her feelings must have been, in finding herself in the place where they had been once so happy, and surrounded with the objects familiar to her sight, was proved, for on his return, the father found the one who used to gladden him with a welcome, now stretched, dead and gone. Overcome by anguish she had fallen lifeless from the chair. There she lay before him, dead, quite dead. In an agony the old man exclaimed, vehemently, that he could not survive her, and heavy were the curses which he heaped upon the head of him who had been the ruin of his child. After the first frantic burst of grief he began to busy himself with his usual concerns, and he went from home on Saturday, as we find by the record of the inquest, and returned in the evening. Having put up the cart in the stable, he went in and wrote a letter to his son; he then returned to the stable; the son coming in, missed his father and went to the stable to look for him, and there he found him suspended to a pole placed across the hay-loft door. To this he had tied a rope, the other end of which he fastened round his neck. He had thrown himself off a ladder; to his coat was pinned the letter which he had written to his son. contained his will, to which the following words were attached :"I am sorry to trouble any body with my miseries, but the treachery of false friendship has broken my heart;" he then named the person, and added, "you have destroyed my family. My daughter is dead, and I am undone." The father and daughter were laid side by side in one grave.


When speaking of suicide, Scott observes: "Imagination renders us the victims of occasional low spirits; all belonging to this gifted, as it is called, but often unhappy class, must have felt that, but for the dictates of religion, or the natural recoil of the mind from the idea of dissolution, there have been times when they would have been willing to throw away life, as a child does a broken toy. I am sure I know one who has felt so." When such were the feelings of Scott, so remarkable

for his social qualities and bonhommie, it is not surprising to find that a dash of melancholy is not incompatible with the power of amusing others. Alternations of mirth and sadness are by no means uncommon in persons of genius. Mathews, the comedian, who could without the aid of any other actor, keep a crowded audience, night after night, in peals of laughter, suffered under fits of the deepest depression. The story of the French Harlequin is well known. The physician on whom he called to relieve his dejection told him there was a remedy, and desired him to go to the theatre and see the tricks of Carlini. "Alas!" replied the patient, "I am that unhappy man!" The most admired French comic actress, who could by her gay sallies make every one merry, was herself a prey to sadness which was feared to be incurable, and she had to retire to the country, under the care of a medical man, who had made psychological pursuits his particular study. Some of the gayest companions at convivial meetings, have sought retirement. to indulge their melancholy moods. Many of the books over which we have laughed most, have been written by those who wept much oftener than they smiled. If the spirits of those whose powers are exerted to enliven others, have their moments of sinking, it is not strange that those who are devoted to the imaginative arts, and whose thoughts are of the sublime and the pathetic, should be powerfully affected. The fixed idea, which, to the poet and the painter, is inspiration, conjures up a thousand wild hallucinations. The enthusiasm which invigorates genius oftentimes outwears the springs of life, or exalts the mind, till the ecstacy passes the bounds of reason. The sensitive temperament of such as those, is ill suited for the changes and chances of this disastrous world. It has often happened that a youthful genius, panting after fame, as much for his art's sake as for his own, has been left to languish for want of a helping hand. In D'Israeli's Miscellanies of Literature there is a notice of "poor Henry Carey" as a melancholy example of neglected genius. While crowds were thronging the theatre every night to enjoy his amusing pieces, or listening to his songs in every company, or echoed through the streets, while Addison, no mean judge, was expressing his delight with the artless simplicity of Sally in our Alley," a song, which had a greater run, perhaps, than any which had ever been published, its author, worn out by distress and disappointment, losing all self-control, in a moment of desperation put an end to his wretched life.

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A little influential patronage would have given him hope and courage; the establishment of a fund for decayed musicians, was due to his active benevolence. When he died, all of this world's wealth in his possession was one half-penny found at the bottom of his pocket.

There never was a sadder suicide than that of poor Chatterton. It would be impossible not to feel the greatest pity and regret for that ill-fated genius. How much to the honor of bis literary dupes it would have been, had they resented less, what certainly originated in a boyish trick. Pique at having been imposed upon by one little more than a child, may have had some share in exciting the severity with which he was regarded. The imposition might have been forgiven, for sake of the genius which it discovered; those who had the advantage of experience and careful training, which he never had, might have taught him to regard every deviation from truth as a great offence. Mr. Walpole, who treated his application with marked disdain, should not have forgotten that he himself gave his Castle of Otranto to the world, as a translation of a book, found in the library of an ancient Catholic family, printed at Naples in the black letter, in the year 1529. The aspirings of genius filled the imagination of the gifted boy with visions of fame and fortune; but he languished uncared for, and unpitied. His proud spirit rose against the neglect which he attributed to contempt of his poverty. His mental labours, from the time he arrived in London, were quite wonderful. While others slept, he pursued his midnight studies with an ardour which even in one whose mental and bodily functions were fully developed, would have been extraordinary. Never had the

moonlight which he loved, and believed to have an inspiring influence upon his mind, shone upon one of more transcendant genius. The versatility of his labours was astonishing. He furnished the Magazines and Reviews with articles; he wrote political letters which were highly thought of. Among his various productions were burlettas which were brought out at Vauxhall. He not only supported himself for a time, but he contrived to send presents to his mother and sister. Unaided and even persecuted, he struggled for five months with desperate circumstances, without imparting his misery to any one. The account of his last walk is very affecting It was on the morning before his death. He went with a friend to St. Pancras Church-yard. He wandered among the grave-stones reading

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