The Sun. — 1839-09-13 (London, England)

THREW HERSELF FROM THE TOP OF THE MONUMENT.  (FURTHER PARTICULARS). The deceased was the second daughter of Mr. Noyes, a baker, living at 3, Hemming's-row, St. Martin'slane, who is a widower, with a family of five or six daughters. The ill-fated heroine of this shocking tragedy was the eldest but one, and was remarkable as being the most quiet girl of the family, and rather reserved in her manners. It appears that she and her eldest sister slept together, and when they got up on Wednesday morning, the latter remarked, " Why ! Mary, how red your eyes are !" to which she replied, " Yes, I have had no sleep all night." She did not, however, assign any reason for not having slept ; and nothing more passed between the sisters on the- subject. The deceased afterwards prepared breakfast for a gentleman who lodged in the house, and then went out, without saying or being asked where she was going. This, however, did not excite any surpiise with her sisters, as she was not in the habit of communicating her secrets to them, and, indeed, would very rarely allow them to question her as to her movements. In about an hour and a half after her quitting home, her eldest sister heard that a lady had committed self-destruction by precipitating herself from the Monument, but the idea of its being her own sister never for a moment occurred to her. After conversing with several people on the subject, and learning the particulars of the sad occurrence, she went up to her father, who is at present confined to a sickbed, and told him of the circumstance, upon which he clasped his hands together, and exclaimed with considerable excitement, " Oh, my poor child !" from which it appears that a suspicion of the truth immediately flashed upon his mind. The daughter then accidentally took up a book which lay on the mantle. piece, and opening it, saw written upon the blank leaf the following words in the hand-writing of the deceased :—" You need not expect me to return home, for I have gone out with the determination to destroy myself." When she got to the Monument, she told the man who takes the money that she expected some friends to join her, and sat down, talking with him for nearly twenty minutes on the cloudy state of the weather, in reference to the view from the top of the pillar, and other subjects. At the end of that time she went up alone, and in a few minutes afterwards she was a frightfully mangled corse.  After the discovery of the writing in the hook by Miss Moyes, she requested a gentleman to go down to the Monument and see the body for the satisfaction of the family, still, however, thinking it next to impossible that it could be her sister who had committed the dreadful act. He immediately complied with the request, and after much difficulty at length gained admission to the bone house under one of the ground arches of London Bridge, and instantly identified the body as that of Mr. Moyes' daughter.  The state of mind in which the unfortunate Mr. Moyes as well as the sisters of the wretched girl were thrown by the dreadful communication which this friend had to make on his return, it is impossible to describe. No sooner did the fact become known in the neighbourhood of St. Martin's•lane that it was the daughter of Mr. Moyes who had committed this extraordinary, and in the case of an English female unprecedented, mode of suicide, than crowds assembled round the house anxious to gain some intelligence as to the motives which led to the catastrophe ; and it was with some difficulty that the police could keep the people from obstructing the thoroughfare. No intelligence, however, could they get, and at present all remains enveloped in mystery ; although from the promptitude of the father's exclamation, it would appear that he was not wholly ignorant of something being wrong. It is generally supposed'that some disappointment in love led to the frightful act. There was nothing at home to render her unhappy, and on Tuesday evening she appeared very cheerful, and was singing, although this cheerfulness was of course only assumed.  Nothing that has happened in London for many years past has caused so strong a feeling of painful interest, or been so general a topic of conversation ; and the rapidity with which the news of the occurrence spread over all parts of the metropolis was perfectly surprising, and the neighbourhood of Fish-street-hill was like a fair all the evening, with the persons who came from all parts of the town to look at the spot upon which she had fallen.  Besides the garden pots which were broken by the fall of the deceased, a bird cage, which was hanging outside the door, had its front part torn cleanly off, and the bird which it contained flew away.  The arm of the deceased was amputated about midway between the elbow and shoulder by falling across an iron bar of about an inch and a half in diameter, which runs from the iron railway to the doorway, placed there to keep persons from going round the base of the building.