The Sun. — 1859-05-19 (London, England)

SENTIMENTAL SUICIDE.  We derive the touching facts recorded below fool the Dayton (0) Journal (U.S.). Our hand trembles as we make up the sad record. On Wednesday last a "good-looking and Welldressed" man appeared at the Phillips House, in the fragrant and loVely city of Dayton, and Ives' tered his name "A. V. Larnartine.Sweet name, isn't it P We think we would love a man on sigu; who enjoyed the happiness of such a name. And if we should hear that the initials A. V. stood for Albert Victor (as in this case they actually did .f) our emotions would have been, to say the least,: strong. His handwriting was " very handsome. He was assigned an apartment. Presently the clerk was terrified by receiving the following epistle:—  " Phillips House, Room 24., "To the Clerk.—Dear Sir,—l am very unwell, and °I not expect to recover ; will you be so kind as to send for a minister to come to me ? 1 care not of which denomination so he is a true Christian, and a_pious man.—Y°,ll" respectfully, " A. V. LAMARTINE•  Gracious, what a sensation there was ! The DaY ton .Tourna/ don't half do the pathetic the use called for. Wasn't there " pale lips," "Pallid brows," "hurrying to and fro !" Rev. Mr. Conrad boards at the house (Phillips), and was called in at once. The amiable young gentleman t° 1 him that he had taken poison. A sagacious, doctor (Dr. Davis), who also boards at the Pbl Po' told Lamartine that he had taken laudanum. Lamartine owned to the laudanum, and ,ishowe,Aa -- e th bottle." Somehow the doctor didn't think • Mr. Lamartine had killed himself, and would not 41.% him any emetic, and, bless him, Mr. LamarTi' didn't die. But there was a letter on the table addressed t° whom do you think ? Why, "To the Unfeelioi World." That's you. Here is the document :-" Phillips House, April 18, 1859,,.• "To THE UNFEELING WORLD,—CaII me not a self-orir deter, for it is you that has driven me to this extreme"' public is my murderer, for it has denied me busw:„."—' and without that I should be cast upon the world a beg ,a; God forbid ! Quite out of funds, and no business, whal'4i4.. Ido ? To beg? No, I am too spirited. To defraud DIY atii, low-men ? No, my conscience will not permit me. Delr. then, is a welcome expedient Yes, let me die and ba,'" gotten. Like poor Byron, I do not regret what I he done, so much as what I might have done.' been an easy-going, melancholy man—engrossed vnthe books and not with money—' oving not olan„,,ti. less, but nature more !' Virginia is INY "'"„„_"" 8. vity—Cleveland my adopted home. As my 110.(4,70a, indicates, lam of French extraction. My family was 1-0. and I tenderly raised. lam an orphan—few relat 0 Bury me here, .and should I ever have a tomb let this be my, epitaph— " Far from home, in a land of strangers, he died,—Preferring death to dishonour.' " Broken-hearted Herbert,. gallant and immortal gas I pathetic M'Clung (who sung 0, death, come soot" 60 leave this cold, selfish ball of corruption and depravity join you. I have had this in my mind for some time.. , have many warm friends, to whom I tender a last and Coif, adieu. I have recommendations from the best of men, .7 whom lam grateful. As to death, lam not afraid to die. I never was calmer than now. I could write much ate' but I will stop. One word, however, the last I shall ever write—' Agnes.'  "