The Sun.
London, England, 1842-06-23 00:00:00

ADULTERY IN FRANCE.
A SENTIMENTAL LAFARGE.
A suit of some interest, in which the parties were
M. Daloz, a retired and wealthy notary, and his wife,
I was decided last week by the Cour Royale, in an ap-
peal by the husband from -a judgment of the traibunal
before which the case was first brought, and by which,.
although Mme. Daloz was condemned to three months'
imprisonment for adultery the husband avas sen-
tenced to pay to her an allowance' of 6,000 f. a year
for her separate maintenance, and the guardianship of
a son, an only child, was entrusted to her inaftl ha
shall have attained his seventh year. From the state-
ment of the Counsel for M. Daloz, it appealed that his,
first wife, who was the daughter of the celebrated
dancer Mile. Bigottini, and who had brought him in
marriage 800,000 f., he being at the time already a
wealthy man, having died leaving him two children,
he married, with a view of providing a second mother
for them, his present wife, who had enly 40,000 f.,
There was living with him at the time the bro-
ther of his first wife, a very young man, end as
M. Daloz, was necessarily very frequently absent from
home, the wife and his brother-in-law, M. Charlesr
Bigottini, were much together without the controlling
eye of the husband, who, considering the position irP
which the parties stood to each other, could never
have anticipated a criminal intimacy. Such, however,.
was the result, and, according to the statement of the
Counsel, the wife was the more criminal of the two,
M. Bigottini being several years younger than 'Mme.
Daloz. On the discovery of this intercourse M..
Daloz separated from his wife, but soave time after-
wards, in consequence of her real or affected tepen.
tance, took her back to his home, if not to his bosoth.
She was not long, however, before she committed a
similar fault with an eminent French physician, select-
ing this time a person old enough to be het father,
whereas she had previously chosen one much younger
than herself. This second liaison beirig also di's--
coVered, the husband repudiated her definitively,
and commenced a prosecution against her for adul-
tery ; the wife, in her turn, demanding the
guardianship of their child, and a large annual sum
for her separate maintenance. Her Counsel endeavoured
to show, as is usual in such cases, that the husband
had ill-treated and neglected his wife, and stated that
on the discovery of the second adultery, which was
not denied, M. Daloz had called upon the physician,
and threatened an exposure which would be fatal to
him in his profession, if he did not pay a large sum of
money (60,000 f.) to M. Daloz. The ill-treatment
was denied ; but it was admitted that the plaintiff had
received 60,0001'. from the Doctor, which, however.
it was added, he had required for the use of the poor
of his arrondissement, to whom it was given. Thee
Cour Royale, after devoting two days to the hearing•
of the case on both sides, confirmed the sentence
which had been appealed against. In. the course of
the re-hearing some very curious letters and papers
by the wife, of which possession was obtained
by the husband, were read. The object was
chiefly to show that she had not been the
object of ill-treatment by her husband and, above
all, to trace to a romantic and perverted imagina
tion the motives of her misconduct. The following
paper, under her own hand, was amongst those read
in Court. It is a remarkable instance of the false sen-
sibility which is derived from the education of a
very numerous class of the females in the present
day and is, indeed, a key to the motives of miscona
duct of which the tribunals are almost daily revealing
the existence. Like the printed works of some of tbe
female authors of the day which have had a sad popu-
larity, the effusion of Madame Daloz displays great
powers of imagination, but is unfortunately wanting
in principle and common sense :—She says, "1 expect
nothing more from life. Existence has deceived me.
I ask for nothing, but to die. lam 23 years of age.
and I have reached that period advancing' from de-
ception to deception. From my childhood. I have
always dreamt of some grand and profound attach-
' meat, love or friendship, no matter the name. I
desired an affection which should move my very soul,
and absorb my whole being. I thought at one time
I might realise this dream in the tenderness of my
father. A jealous mother came at • each moment
sapping and shaking my esteem and veneration for
him ; and he died before I could devote myself
to his love, before he could appreciate and enjoy
my affection. Each of my sisters was in tartar
my idol, my model, my confidante, but they all have
more or less sacrificed me. My mother merited no,
such sentiments, and my brothee only gave me toe.
little place in his affections, to induce me to give no
mine to him." Alluding to marriage she says,
" These deceptions condemned me to another the
most cruel of all. When I shut myself up in the dis-
- enchantment of my soul, I thought I should die ;
but I was young, and I lived on to suffer. Then
I dreamt of and panted for conjugal love. Una
ceasingly did I represent to myself 'two beinga
united in the same existence. How often did
my thoughts picture those two heads pillowed Orr
the-bosom of the beloved object. Sleep steala,over
-them clasped in each other's arms. They awake
only to renew their embraces. Melancholy, the
evil which so often attacked me, would have- ups
peered less bitter from being shared. My woes would
have been listened to and understood; my diseed:
and suffering imagination would have been cured, 'be-
cause it would have been cherished, as an. only child.
is by a tender mother. My husband would have-
pitied me in my moments of folly, of trouble, and.
madness ; he would have calmly reasoned with -me,
and gently chided me in the name of his affection..
when my calmer moments had arrived. When my
mental tempest has arisen, oh ! I feel, I know, that I
am no longer myself—my reason wanders, fbecome
extravagant and olameable ; but, oh, my God ! am F
not also, from my very sufferings, entitled to a little
pity ? Were a friendly hand to caress me, to en
verope rue in the idea that T am beloved, I should'
cease to weep, I should cease to. suffer, for there
is but one evil 1 dread, that of being beloved by
no one ! 0 God ! save me from myself!. Oh, God,
is it an idea from hell to conceive those two beings
mutually beloved, al ways together, seeking each
other by day, and meeting 'again at night
A unity. of tastes and similarity of feeling directing
their existence. Oh, how the- real misfortunes of
life would in such case glide lightly by a In fact,
misfortune cannot strike heavily where union exists,
but it caushes the single and isolated woman, who
finds herself exiled from her native land. Since love
composes all her existence, and since she is• obliged to
hold in her heart with both hands to prevent its beat-
ing, its palpitating, her duty is to behold. Btit eeuli
[guess this when those ideas of a young girl aKiailed
me ? I hoped to behold, and waited for the perfect
being my imagination had depicted. I aould never
find him, for I required him too faultless. But whilst
I waited for him, I consecrated my heart to him as g
temple, which I adorned each moment." She thus
speaks of her husband :—" Sometimes a rush of affec-
tion pervades my being, and I should like to give him
some brilliant proof of my affection. Of 2n evening
when we walk in silence, he thinks of money matters.
and I say to myself, would that somebody would
attack him. I would precipitate myself before him,.
I would fall pierced with blows, after having save 4
his life ; he would judge me, he •would see if I ant
courageous when I loved ! At this thought my blood
boils, I become feverish, I press his arm, I should
like to throw myself on his neck, to cover him with
my caresses, no matter where, even in the public
street. Then I stop, I smile with irony, and I ex-
claim, What would this proof of my affection do to
. him? It would be an emotion which lie would re-
pulse, a derangement of his life which he detests he
would like better to have his dinner well cooked. He is;
right, for he considers life in that point of view, hut,
0, my God, I cannot do so. This thought chokes
me, I am suffocated and I weep, and yet why should
Idoso ? I have no sorrow. Every day I have my
dinner, fire, lodging,
if and dresses. But, good God,
is that enough ?

STATE OFTRADE.
(From the Manchester Guardian.)
There was not the slightest appearance Of improve-
ment in our market yesterday; the demand both for
goods and yarn was exceedingly limited, and the prices,
where business was done, were generally on a level with
the very lowest rates which have been previously paid.
June is, indeed, almost invariably one of the dullest
months in the year; and the inactivity consequent upon
the season, concurring with the general depression of
trade,
tends greatly to diminish the prospect of any very
speedy improvement.

_ROCHDALE FLANNEL MATULLT, JUNE 20.—There1ms
been another good market for flannels to-day, though
the demand has not been quite ao brisk as on the pre-
vious Monday. The prices are low, and have under-
gone no change to-day. Broke wool of coarse quality,
and skin wool, have been sold at an advanced price ;
but in other kinds there is little change.