The Sun.
London, England, 1839-09-13 00:00:00

SUICIDE OF THE YOUNG LADY
WrIO THREW HERSELF FROM THE TOP
OF THE MONUMENT.

(FURTHER PARTICULARS).
The deceased was the second daughter of Mr. Noyes,
a baker, living at 3, Hemming's-row, St. Martin's-
lane, who is a widower, with a family of five or
six daughters. The ill-fated heroine of this shock-
ing tragedy was the eldest but one, and was re-
markable as being the most quiet girl of the family,
and rather reserved in her manners. It appears
that she and her eldest sister slept together, and
when they got up on Wednesday morning, the latter
remarked, " Why ! Mary, how red your eyes
are !" to which she replied, " Yes, I have had no
sleep all night." She did not, however, assign any reason
for not having slept ; and nothing more passed between
the sisters on the- subject. The deceased afterwards
prepared breakfast for a gentleman who lodged in the
house, and then went out, without saying or being
asked where she was going. This, however, did not ex-
cite any surpiise with her sisters, as she was not in
the habit of communicating her secrets to them, and, in-
deed, would very rarely allow them to question her as to
her movements. In about an hour and a half after her
quitting home, her eldest sister heard that a lady had
committed self-destruction by precipitating herself from
the Monument, but the idea of its being her own sister
never for a moment occurred to her. After conver-
sing with several people on the subject, and learning
the particulars of the sad occurrence, she went up to
her father, who is at present confined to a sick-
bed, and told him of the circumstance, upon
which he clasped his hands together, and exclaimed
with considerable excitement, " Oh, my poor child !"
from which it appears that a suspicion of the truth
immediately flashed upon his mind. The daughter then
accidentally took up a book which lay on the mantle.
piece, and opening it, saw written upon the blank leaf
the following words in the hand-writing of the de-
ceased :—" You need not expect me to return home,
for I have gone out with the determination to destroy
myself."
When she got to the Monument, she told the man
who takes the money that she expected some friends to
join her, and sat down, talking with him for nearly
twenty minutes on the cloudy state of the weather, in
reference to the view from the top of the pillar, and other
subjects. At the end of that time she went up alone,
and in a few minutes afterwards she was a frightfully
mangled corse.

After the discovery of the writing in the hook by
Miss Moyes, she requested a gentleman to go down to
the Monument and see the body for the satisfaction of
the family, still, however, thinking it next to impossible
that it could be her sister who had committed the
dreadful act. He immediately complied with the re-
quest, and after much difficulty at length gained ad-
mission to the bone house under one of the ground
arches of London Bridge, and instantly identified the
body as that of Mr. Moyes' daughter.

The state of mind in which the unfortunate Mr.
Moyes as well as the sisters of the wretched girl were
thrown by the dreadful communication which this friend
had to make on his return, it is impossible to describe.
No sooner did the fact become known in the neighbourhood
of St. Martin's•lane that it was the daughter of Mr. Moyes
who had committed this extraordinary, and in the case of
an English female unprecedented, mode of suicide, than
crowds assembled round the house anxious to gain some
intelligence as to the motives which led to the catastrophe ;
and it was with some difficulty that the police could
keep the people from obstructing the thoroughfare.
No intelligence, however, could they get, and at pre-
sent all remains enveloped in mystery ; although from
the promptitude of the father's exclamation, it would
appear that he was not wholly ignorant of something
being wrong.
It is generally supposed'that some disappointment in
love led to the frightful act. There was nothing at
home to render her unhappy, and on Tuesday evening
she appeared very cheerful, and was singing, although
this cheerfulness was of course only assumed.

Nothing that has happened in London for many years
past has caused so strong a feeling of painful interest,
or been so general a topic of conversation ; and the
rapidity with which the news of the occurrence spread
over all parts of the metropolis was perfectly surprising,
and the neighbourhood of Fish-street-hill was like a fair
all the evening, with the persons who came from all parts
of the town to look at the spot upon which she had
fallen.

Besides the garden pots which were broken by the
fall of the deceased, a bird cage, which was hanging out-
side the door, had its front part torn cleanly off, and the
bird which it contained flew away.

The arm of the deceased was amputated about mid-
way between the elbow and shoulder by falling across
an iron bar of about an inch and a half in diameter,
which runs from the iron railway to the doorway,
placed there to keep persons from going round the base
of the building.