The Sun. — 1859-09-06 (London, England)

RAGEDY IN CINCINNATI.  (From the Cincinnati Gazette of Aug. 17.) Last evening occurred one of those terrible tragedies in real life which, for fearfulness of intensity, surpass the conceptions of the dramatist, and reveal the terrible earnestness which often exists beneath an exterior the most frivolous and aban donpd. We publish the facts in the order of their ocnrrence. A young man, whose name it appears, from papers found on him, is Thomas Eugene De Marbais, has had a wife named Blanche, living in a house of assignation in Plum-street, above Fifth. From the papers and from his declarations to the coroner, we learn that five times has he attempted to kill both himself and his wife. It would also Appear that he married her aware of her abandoned  life. The following note on him shows his desire to see her last evening : " Send me word by the boy. May I come and see you ? I await an answer on the corner. I cannot exist without seeing you. Let me come—must see you very soon. Oh, Blanche ! Blanche ! Blanche ! Blanche ; I am very repentant. Come ! come ! I cannot live without seeing you." We cannot say whether he sent a duplicate of it. About 11 o'clock last night he called at the house in Plum-street, and desired to see her. She was up stairs in bed. She came down to see him, and he told her he wanted to walk out with her, and, said he, " I am going to kill you." She said she wasn't afraid, and they went out. The next known of them, the reserve corps of policemen in the Ninth-street' station-house were startled by two pistol reports at the corner of Plum and Eighth streets. They immediately ran to the corner, and there saw De Marbais and Blanche at the door of Brookfield's marble-yard. Blanche was sitting quietly, while he was stretched at full length on the pavement, apparently dead. Mr. Wm. De Beck, of the County Auditor's-office, who accompanied the police, caught a young man by the shoulder, saying, " I've got you, sir." De Marbais spoke up, " There is no one to blame but me. I did it." Policeman M'Grew went to. Blanche and assisted her to rise. She said, " I came out of the house to die." Then she exclaimed in agony, " Oh, my daughter. Oh, my daughter." M'Grew asked her where her daughter was. She said she was with the Marsh troupe, and upon being removed to the Ninth-street station, she took off a splendid jet cross, tipped with gold, kissed it, and desired it to be sent to her daughter. Upon examining them at the station-house, it was found that she was shot in the left breast, just above the nipple, and that he was shot in the right ear. The policeman took from him two three-inch pocket pistols, of Allen's patent, which he said he • had purchased yesterday morning and loaded for this express purpose. As he was lying in the station-house Dr. Carey informed him of the probability of his recovery. He said—" If I live I want you to hang me for this damnable deed—for shooting the wife I love so well." They were removed to the hospital, where he said that before they came out of the house they had taken 30 grains of morphine, divided it into two portions, dissolved it in water, and drank it. Blanche is a young woman of beauty and has a sweet countenance. It is thought she is French. De Marbais is a young man of short stature, and we learn is or has been in the negro minstrelsy business. The following papers were found in his pocket by• Dr. Carey. We think we have never seen any letter belonging to the literature of suicide and death more touching and remarkable than this which we give first : " Cincinnati, Ohio, Aug. 16, 1859. "My dear Wife,—Should you survive what is intended as your death blow, I trust you will forgive me for not being a better shot. To say I have loved you would only be to corroborate what all who know me know full well. That I now love you better than ever, this fearful, step I give as proof. Death in preference to its being said I caused you to live the life.you are leading. We were happy until it was marred by intermeddling wouldbe friends both in Philadelphia and this city particularly. I do not wish it to be understood that this letter is in any manner to exonerate me in the dreadful tragedy I attempt. It is simply to enlighten the few thousands who are ready to condemn unheard and untried the unfortunate ones of this cold world. It is unnecessary here for me to enter into the particulars of how we met and were married, as the certificate among our papers will certify to. I will simply say we knew and understood the importance of what we were about. When I could get work, I worked, and it was my great pleasure to give you all my earnings,little as they were. True, in the early days of our marriage you were true to me, and like an angel you never deserted me through greater misfortunes than want. Now the public of this cold-hearted city refuses me employment, and we are comparatively destitute. " You prefer [here follow the words, 'No matter,' with a mark of erasure through them..—