The Sun. — 1833-10-22 (London, England)

ATTEMPTED SUICIDE BY MR. TUFFNELL. —Yesterday, between four and five o'clock, The policeman on duty at the Oxford. street end of Marylebone-lane, was attracted to the Marylebone Savings' Bank by bearing a smashing of glass in one of the bed-room windows, and loud groans from somebody evidently in great distress. When he got to the door of the institution, it was immediately opened by two gentlemen, who requested him to go up stairs, stating that a gentleman bad cut his throat. On complying with their request, he found the unfortunate gentleman on the floor with his throat wounded in a very dreadful manner, and from which the blood was issuing profusely. A hackney coach was instantly procured, and the unfortunate man, whose name is Tuffnell, was removed to the Middlesex Hospital, where he received every attention that the urgency of the case demanded, and up to a late hour yesterday he was going on so well that great hopes are entertained of his recovery. The gentleman who gave the alarm had been awoke by the groanings of Mr. Tuffuell, who, having attempted to accomplish his purpose with a penknife, had only succeeded in causing great pain and loss of blood, without touching the vital parts of the throat. Mr. Tuffoell was on a visit at the Bank, and had complained of being unwell on Sunday afternoon. In the New York Commercial Advertiser of the 12th ultimo, we find an account of a wedding between one " Red Lightning," alias " Storm King," alias " Peter Jones," an Indian of the Chippewa nation, and an English lady. It appears that Peter, during his sojourn in England, preparing for the missions among his red brethren, has won the heart of a lovely, delicate, and accomplished young English lady, whose religious zeal has induced her to follow him out to America, where the nuptial knot was tied, and the happy pair set off for the wilds of Upper Canada to spend the honey-moon. We are sorry we have not room for the whole account, which is really a tale of interest. We guess the writer of the article has credit among his countrymen for gallantry. At all events he deserves it, for he bewails her fate in the most pathetic terms, in which we should have been disposed to join, had we been there:_-" Our emotions were tumultuous and painful. A stronger contrast was never seen. She all in white, and adorned with the sweetC6t simplicity ; her face as white as the gloves and dress she wore, rendered her ebon tresses, placed a la Madonna, on her fair forehead, still darker. He in rather common attire—a tall, dark, high-boned, muscular Indian. She a little delicate, European lady. He a hardy, iron-framed son of the forest. She, accustomed to every luxury and indulgence, well educated, accomplished, and well beloved at home, possessing a handsome income, leaving her comforts, the charms of civilised and cultivated society, and sacrificing them all to the cause she had espoused ; here she stood, about to make a self-immolation: and, far away from country and kindred, and all the endearments of a fond father's house, resign herself into the evidence ct eo this,ilo it arms of a man of the woods, who could not the sacrifice ! A sweeter bride we neverofs; W perion almost grew wild. We thought of Othello— arid the funeral and the Satyr—of the bright eyed Hutdoob the side of a (?) appreciate pile ! She looked like a drooping dower interpose and rescue rugged hemlock ! We longed goneuodrt nothing business noe of the : she life. washe in v,ltsh ta ot she was among her friends. That she is deluded, and knows she has brought out anAseleev: establishment, rich China vases for an Indian lodge, and di an situation foreststei:b nu tbyi t! carpetse wash Instead o choice, eadodf tiapotnnatnis'eionnu)srhae"wesilolf thend Cana_a sv ; o wam, and the manufacture of brooms and baskets instead of embroidery." This writer seema to kn in, nothing of encounter, thherteo the constraining love of Chriet,—. Christian Advocate.