The Sun. — 1835-10-09 (London, England)

THE VINTAGE IN FRANCE.—The vintage has commenced in the environs of Paris and in many parts of the country. A secret Act of the Germanic Diet is spoken of, relative to public instruction, which will oppose fresh obstacles to the study of the French language. The Post-office establishment in France purposes replacing the postillions in the mails by the coachman with long reins, as is now adopted in the Diligences. On Monday morning last the Glee Hills, near Ludlow, were thickly covered with snow.—Wolverhampton Chronicle.  A provincial journalist has the following singular remark :—" We can imagine no finer or more healing sight than seeing a clergyman playing cricket with his parishioners. The tithe question would soon be settled then."  A path is being made in the Zoological Gardens to connect it with the public mall in the Regent's Park, which will doubtless be found a great accommodation to pedestrian visitors. A French paper says, that an order has been addressed to M. Jouslin de la Salle, the director of the Theatre Francois, to suspend the representations of the Marriage of Figaro and the Tartilfe. The vintages are nearly over in the Lyonnese and Beaujolais districts. The harvest has not been so bad as might have been apprehended from the late rains, and the wine, though less abundant than last year, does not promise to be of inferior quality.  Mr. Gisborne, M.P-, and family, reached Hull on the 16th ult., by a, steamer from Hamburgh, after having been twice driven back into the Elbe in unsuccessful attempts reach London by the William Jaffe steamer. The illness of Mr. Gisborne's only daughter was the cause of his journey to St. Petersburgh, who we are happy to say, has returned with him in a convalescent state. Mr. Gisborne is residing forj short time at his house on Charnwood Forest.  The following additional particulars appear in the Censeur of Lyons, relative to the horrible murder of the milliner by the Curate of Sainte Marie :—" A few years since a priest was living, it appears, on terms of the strictest intimacy, at Lyons, with a milliner of the Quai d'Orleans, named Francoise Besson. This individual, M. de la Collonge, was subsequently appointed to the curacy of Sainte Marie les Blanches, and continued to keep -up his connection with his mistress, whom he visited several times in the year, and often remained whole months with her. For a long time nothing occurred to render the frequent visits of Francoise Besson to the presbytery of Sainte Marie les Blanches at all suspicious ; they were even thought natural, as every body in the commune imagined the curate to be either the brother or the uncle of the younr, visitant. It was only when the mutilated corpse of an unknown female was discovered near Beaune, that suspicion was aroused and directed towards M. de Collonge."  SHAKSPEARE'S WlFE.—Shakspeare married at 18 ; his wife was eight years older. It is supposod that she did not contribute to his domestic happiness. One of his biographers imagines that he was jealous ; but this is scarcely probable, considering that he did not take her with him to London, but lived at a distance from her many years. It is certain that he neglected her in his will, in which her name was at first wholly omitted, and subsequently inserted with the bequest of " his second best bed."—Gentlenzan's Magazine. An accident occurred in St. Peter's church, Lincoln, on Wednesday evening last, which providentially was not followed by any serious result, although the danger was imminent. The performers in the concert given by the Choral Society had concluded the first part of the performance, and were about to descend, When the back part of the orchestra gave way with a loud crash, and the timbers in falling broke some part of the seating below. The front of the orchestra remained firm. It bing quickly ascertained that no one was injured, alarm was soon at an end. Had the accident occurred two minutes later, several lives must inevitably have been lost, as a great number of the performers would in that time have been passing under the timbers.—Boston Herald.