The Sun. — 1858-11-04 (London, England)

PER SHARE. —This call was due on Monday, and we were informed in the evening that it had been paid to the extent of £503,000. The promptitude of this response must be highly gratifying to all who are desirous to see the bank's affairs speedily wound up.—Glasgow Mail. SUICIDE ON THE MIDLAND RAlLWAY.—Yesterday (Wednesday) morning, a respectably-attired man, not yet identified, committed suicide on the Midland Railway, betweeen Cheltenham and Gloucester, near the Chosenbridge. The parliamentary train had arrived within about four miles of Gloucester, when the driver observed the deceased, and as the train approached he deliberately placed himself in a stooping position in front of the engine. No time was afforded to avert the calamity by a stoppage of the train, and he was literally dashed to pieces, fragments of his body being scattered upon the line, while considerable portions of flesh and of his wearing apparel were found still adhering to the engine and carriages on the train reaching Gloucester.  SERIOUS COLLIERY ACCIDENT:—An accident of a very serious nature occurred in one of the Coltness Iron Company's pits at Coltness on Friday last, by which two men, lost their lives. It appears that they, along with a son of the former and brcther of the latter, had been taking down Pyotshaw coal for some time past. They were in the act of filling a hutch when about 20 tons of coal came away on them, and of course killed them on the spot. The other two were repairing some piece of a road back from where they were working, or very likely they would have met with the same fate. We believe William Gibb's father, who was underground manager to the Coltness Tron Company, was killed in one of theirsits fourteen years ago.— Glasgow Herald.  DINING WITH A Bigior.—One of our leading prelates not long ago invited to his hospitable mansion in London a country rector, an old friend, from one of the remote provinces. The simple-minded gentleman came about five o'clock, having a notion that he should arrive about the dinner hour. Soon after lie had taken his seat tea was brought round. " Well," thought the rector, " this is bare living, at any rate; if I had known I would have had a beefsteak at a chophouse before I came ; but I hardly expected that a bishop would dine at one o'clock. Is it a fast day, I wonder." He drank his tea, however, and said nothing. About half-past seven o'clock his bed candle was placed in his hand, and he was conducted to his sleeping-room. " Call you this London ? (he soliloquised) why, I should have fared far better at Silverton; I should have had my comfortable mutton chop and my glass of beer at nine o'clock, and I should have been in bed at ten, well fed, and contented. But here I am, half-starved, in the' midst of splendo-tr—as hungry as a hunter—almost ready to do • your my blanket, like the boa constrictor—ha, ha !—and where everything looks so grand, Well, fine furniture won't make a man fat ; give me substantial victuals, and you may take the gilding." Soliloquising in this fashion he undressed himself, puled over his ears h:a cotton nightcap, " with a tassel on the top," as the song says, and en' t into bed, coiling himself up comfortably ; and being of a ix-giving temper he soon forgot his troubles, and sr nk into his first sleep as sweetly as a " christian child ;" when lo after a while, bells begin to ring, and a smart knock at his door resounds through his room, and a voice is heard saying, "Dinner is on the table, sir l" The old gentleman awoke in considerable confusion, not knowing whether it was to-day or to-morrow; and according to the most authentic account he appeared shortly after at the dinner t tble, though in, a somewhat ruffled condition as relates to his wardrobe, and mentally in a Mize of uncertainty as to 1113 day of the we 3k and the meal he _was eatiec,—Awerte atogazine, for November,