The Sun.
London, England, 1851-08-12 00:00:00

more than my imperfect and weak system can bear.
lould you but assign the slightest motive for changing
our sentiments, I might even support this cruelty with
some degree of calmness; but no, even now while your
letters, actions, words, reiterate the same warm expres-
sions of affection, you have always appeared to
entertain for your devoted friend while I am
satisfied from your own lips that the new object of
your choice is disagreeable and even loathsome to you
—you still decline giving me your reasons for thus de-
siring abruptly to sever the connexion which has so long
and so agreeably existed between us, and which, during
my residence in England, has been the only tie which
enabled me to support my humble position, in the firm
hope of possessing your hand and heart. You it was
who, by favouring and encouraging these pretensions,
have destroyed my peace of mind and prospects for ever.
I say again its all your doing. Instead of the golden
dreams which have hitherto floated before me, of wan-
dering together through life as partners in pleasure or
in pain, you suddenly unveil my blindness and reveal
the abyss into which you have plunged a too confiding
heart, whose only crime was that of loving too deeply.
I ask again why—why this inexplicable, this extraordi-
nary and mysterious conduct? I cannot, after racking
my brain to the utmost, account for it. You invite me
day after day to see you. To what end? It would
appear as if it were only to add torture to my present
suffering, or to laugh at and mock my weaknesses, to
tell me continually that you are about to become the
wife of a man whom you hate—of a man who has re-
sorted to a hundred cowardly and contemptible schemes
to injure me and undermine the good opinion your
father, until his interference, always entertained of me.
He, too, was the principal actor in the scheme which
obliged me to quit your dear presence ; but retribu-
tion is at hand, and you, false one, mark my words.
Whatever pleasure my sufferings may afford you
to-day you will at some future period sorely repent thus
trifling with a too sensitive and forgiving friend. I say
forgiving, because my infatuation is such that notwith-
standing the sufferings you have forced me to endure
my affection has not in the least diminished, and, as I
before observed, but one word of explanation, was it fa-
vourable or otherwise, would have prevented the com-
mission of that fault which my maddened brain, stung
to the quick by your perfidy, has prompted me to com-
mit. In fact, lam urged by some power to this deed,
and I must follow the decree of fate.

" May God forgive you this, and all these errors into
which my deep-rooted love may have involved you. May
he bless you with life' to atone for the past, and shower
upon you and your dear little Auguste (whom I had
hoped to have called son) all those blessings of which
this life is susceptible, and hereafter those mercies which
he extends to all those who truly repent. This is the
prayer—the fervent prayer of your wretched victim, yet
still devoted friend and lover, " HENRY."
John Rubidge, coachmaker, said, I live in
the George-street Bloomsbury Model Lodging-
houses. The prisoner did live in the same house. On
Friday I went with the prisoner to a shop in New
Oxford-street, where he bought a pistol. He bought one
for 7a. 6d., which was like to this, but I thought
the barrel of the pistol he bought was a little
longer than the barrel of this. He els') bought there
some percussion caps and several balls. Previously
to going he asked me in the kitchen whether I was a
judge of pistols. I said, " No, but I should know
whether a pistol was a good or a bad one." He told
me he wanted a pistol to shoot at a mark, and I
thought, as he was an American, that it was very
probable.
The LORD MAYOR, having given the usual caution
to the prisoner, asked him whether it was his wish to
say anything? The prisoner—l have only to say,
my Lord, that the individual who stands there (point-
ing to the prosecutor) has been the ruin of me com-
pletely. He has by twenty different means resorted
to measures calculated to injure me, and undermine
me in the opinion of those who respect me, and whom
I have respected, and he has ruined and blasted my
prospects for the future.
The prisoner was then committed for trial at the
Central Criminal Court, upon the charge of shooting
at the prosecutor with intent to kill and murder him.
It was stated, but not openly, in the court, that the
unfortunate, wretched man attempted at the station-
house to strangle himself with his braces. He has
been for some time an interpreter of languages, seven
or eight of which, it was said, he perfectly under
stands.