The Sun.
London, England, 1818-11-03 00:00:00

DEATH OF SIR SAMUET. ROMILLY.

MELANCHOLY SUICIDE. •
(From The Morning I,,irOnirle.)
The melancholy event whichove. have this day
to announce, will till every par•t,of the kingdom►
with mourning--and not only of the kingdom, but
every part of the enlighteoeil world, where a just
reverence for the cause of civil , and religious li-
berty rendered its most distinguished Advocate
dear to the hearts of the lib, ral_and humane. Sir
SAMUEL ROMILLY, distracted Cry the death of
his most amiable and beloved wife, has Hsunk
under the severe visitation of 'Providence, An
Inquest will be held by the Coroner this day, and.
therefore out Readers will I►4ve the afflicting rit•••
Oculars of the event in to-morrow's Paper. We
have already stared that Lady Hominy died at the
house of Mr. Nash,. in the Isle of Wight, after al,
illness of near a twelvemonth, during which there
were intervals of convalescence. Sir Samuel-
had sitlfered the most heart-rending agitation
for some weeks, during. which be was without
the refreshment of ()moral sleep, when all the
delusive hopes he 'had entertained of her recovery
were withdrawn, by the visible approaches of the
fatal moment. The agony of his, sufferings occa-
slotted the most alarming apprehensions to Iris
friends ; and his nephew, Dr. Roger, the Rev.
Mr. Dumont, and Mrs. Nash, as well as his own
family, attended him with the most anxious soli-
citude. 'fire event was not communicated to him
till Friday morning, and it was thought proper to
remove hilt, from the scene the same day. He was
Irrought to London by easy journies, where he
arrived on Saturday. His fever was most excru-
ciating—btu he manifested the most exemplary
fortitude to conquer the despair tvl►ich assailed
him. '' My head," he exclaimed, ". is a furnace
—I feel the violence of my disease—l may sink
tinder itirly excellent nephew is exhausted—
pray call to his aid Dr. Mercet."—Both Dr.
Marcet and Dr. Bahingtou did attend hint, anti in
the course of Sunday snd of Sunday night, a fa-
vourable perspiration gave the physicians hopes
that his fever would abate. But, alas ! in a pa-
roxysm he desired his amiable daughter, who had
been left in the room with him, to call Dr. Roget,
and on her departure, it appears that he suddenly
quitted his bed, and its the delirium of his grief
put an end to his existence. In one minute Dr.
Roget entered, and touird him weltering in his
blood. He was in his sixtieth year. He has left
six sons and one daughter to lament his loss—but
who shall repair it to afflicted. humanity I

[The Herald.]
Yesterday afternoon, a dreadful report was cir-
colated of the premature death of this respected
'person. In the evening, we had the pain to learn
that it was entirely trite. On Saturday, when Sir
Samuel received intelligence of the death of Lady
KomiHy, his :fiction proditcPd a nervous fever.
He did not leave his bed-roost on Sunday. Yes-
terday morning,
‘a brain fever was apprehended,
and a physician was sent tor, who prescribed a
cooling medicine. Alas ! before this could be
brought, the patient became delirious, and de-
stroyed hithselt with a razor.—The sad event be-
came generally known yesterday evening, or we
should not thus fully meitliors it. We need not
add, that sorrow was as generally telt.