The Sun. — 1849-10-10 (London, England)

SINGULAR DUEL.—The following anecdote, narrated by a Bromberg paper (Grand Duchy Posen), cannot fail to gladden the hearts of the University Peace Association. It is to be regretted that the names of the parties are not given in order that the actors might receive the Association medal: —" Two young men, members of a political club at Bromberg, fell into dispute upon the German question. One, an uncompromising German unionist, istgued that, much as he loved his native land (Prussia), he loved Germany infinitely more ; that unless German unity could be accomplished, Prussia would be lost ; and therefore he declared himself against all specific Prussian-doms, and consequently against the Prussian cockade, its symbol. The other, who is what is called, a stock-Preussier (Prussian to the back-bone), took fire at the last words, which he regarded as an insult to the Prussian cockade and colours, and so, in lieu of argument, he retorted by saying, Sir, you area pitiful fellow. Whereupon the Unionist, thought sorely vexed at seeing his argument thus uncivilly cut short, bowed calmly and said, ' I never reply to an insult by insults; but you shall hear from me.' After twentyfour hours' consideration, and in perfect harmony with the maxims of universal peace, he sat down and addressed the following letter to his antagonist:—' Sir, your yesterday's insult demands satisfaction; but as I am a married man I do not choose to set my life on a chance. I therefore propose that we shall fire with pistols at—a mark—in the presence of our seconds, and whoever makes the best shot shall receive a one hundred duller share, bearing five per cent. interest, in the Voluntary Loan. By this means you can satisfy your patriotism and my honour. Yours, &c." The Prussian laughed in his sleeve at this singular challenge—more singular than the beer duels of university students—and accepted it; little disposed, however, to change his pitiful' opinion of the challenger. Well, out they went, seconds and all, to the shooting ground, .nd as it was declared that both were unpractised shots, the chances were equal. So, after measuring distance and loading pistols, with ail the gravity of a murderous conflict, pop went the challenger, and hit the bull's-eye, and bang went the challenged and missed the target; whereupon the seconds interfered, and condemnee the loser to hook up, and there the affair ended, to Chet universal merriment of the otherwise pugnacious tows of Brew uerg. " SUICIDE THROUGH A SMASHER —For some time past a peer, but r.-spectable, man, named James Horatio Nelson Miles, aged forty-three, endeavoured to procure for himself and family a subsistence ey basket making. One day last week he came across a smasher, who passed off upon him a bad halt', crown, which greatly affected his spirits, tor, trifling as it was, it was to him a severe Leas, Speaking of the occurrence, and of his poverty, he said, " That when he died his body would be carried to the grave in one of Nir. Derice's dust carts." On Monday he was found dead in his workshop, with his throat cut. and a razor, the blade of which was secured to tee hsndle ay a string, firmly grasped in his hand. A coroner s jury return 'd a verdict of Insani' y.