The Sun. — 1829-05-30 (London, England)

JCOTCH MARKETS. EDINBURGH CORN MAIIKKE—May 27. We had a middling supply of Grain to-day, every Ppe.cies of which sold readily. Wheat and Pease Is. lower Oats tid. up ; Barley as last market-day. Wheat. I Barley. I Oats. I Pease.  Beef, per lb. ...Os. 3.1. to Os.6d. Fresh Bttter,lb.s.lod. to 18.01 Mutton 0 4h 0 6 Salt Ditta-.. 0 7 0 8 Veal 0 4 U 6 Ditto, per cwt. 060 70 0 0 4 0 6 Eggs, per doz. 0 6 0 0 Lamb, per qr. 2 II 4 0 OatStraw(kp'.) 6 0 7 0 Tallow, cwt.... 31 3 32 11 Wheat Ditto... 7 0 0 0 Quartern Loaf 010 011 Barley Ditto 6 0 6 6 Potatoes. 111 b. 0 5 0 0 Hay, per st._ 0 6 0 7  THE LATE SUICIDE AT MONTMOItENCY.  We noticed a few days since a shocking instance of murder, followed by suicide, which took place at Montmorency, near Pads. Le Vodeur, of the 20th instant, contains a very extraordinary document connected with this case, in the shape of a communication from Stephane D., the suicide himself, dated on the morning of the catastrophe, and purporting to be an exact account of his thoughts and feelings during the last three days of his life. The length of the article precludes our giving entire this melancholy record of the effects of a morbid sensibility upon two young person;, who hare fallen victims to a romantic temperament and over-heated imagination ; but we extract the most remarkable passagee. The letter, which was received by the Editor about noon on the 29th of April, accompanied ,Aith a re• quest fur its immediate insertion, runs thus :  " And I, too, am determined on writing a work, the title of which, at least, shall possess a claim to originality—" The Three Last Days of a Suicide.'— It needs no preface, and will be very brief, as I have actually no more than three days to write it in, part of which must be employed in those occupations which I shall have to engage in up to the last moment. Nor will it be devoid of interest, as lam myself at once its author and hero. Since yesterday, Thursday, the 23d of Aril, I have decided on :1 dying, and Monday next, the 27th, is the day on which I have fixed for putting my design in execution. It is far from my wish to inflict on my readers the ennui which is the bane of my own existence.— My heart has been incessantly the prey of this rulture, which, inseparable from its victim, has accompanied nie from.the arms clone female to those of I another. But let me, not anticipate— " I married Mademoiselle P—, after a courtship of eight months; she was well adapted to make me happy, had not the romance of my diposition rendered happiness of impossible attainment. - He then goes on to describe the commencement of his acquaintance with Laura, to whom he was introduced by his friend D'Am ; the latter was attached to her, and requested him to keep an eye over the object of his affections during his absence. Then we lave the old story of Werther over again: and even his account of his first interview with Laura, together with his description of her person, bear so strong a resemblance to those of Goethe, that it is impossible not to discover that he had begun to identify himself with that author's hero. He falls violently in love—a correspondence ensues, in the course of which he ascertains that his passion is returned : his friend discovers his perfidy—reproaches him with it, and represents to Laura, who has already yielded to his rival's desires, the confusion which their liaison will excite in an innocent family. The. same reflection has by this time occurred to Stephane himself, and as he professes still to feel a great regard for his wife, he is shocked at the pain her knowledge of it will inflict upon her. Then it is that the idea of suicide appears first to have occurred to his mind, and be hints it to Laura in some verses ; a conversation follows on the subject, in which the matter is at first treated lightly, when, on the 21st of April, he receives from her the following letter " I look forward to the future with alarm : if you really love me, you will not hesitate; I hold life in detestation, and see in it nothing but a continuation of torment ; to live without you is impossible, I should be for ever the prey of inquietude. Be it so, then, I must die ; I feel a secret pleasure in the thought. What have Ito regret ? My relations ? They will prefer the intelligence of my death to that of my dishonour. If you have any thing to regret in the world remain in it. I shall complain no more; and I have courage sufficient to quit a life which is become insupportable. I have reflected long and deeply : I can have no enjoyment without you, every thing is opposed to my happiness. I wish to die. Reply to me on this subject. " Your friend,