Glasgow Courier. — 1863-12-31 (Glasgow, Strathclyde, Scotland)

TETE LAST FRENCH SUICIDE. —on9 of those tragedies which never happen out of Fiance occurred last week in Paris. A married man, aged fifty-two, had grown tired of his wife and gone to live with a young girl of twenty, with whom he had contracted a tiaiseft. He soon became as weary of his mittreas as of his wife, ind of his life as either. M. had kept up intiannte relations with his wife after ceasing to livo with her, and called on her last week to beg her to favour him and Mademoiselle X. with a call at the Hotel Meuble; in which they resided as man and wife. Madame consented to pay that visit; but, just as she was starting to go to the Rue Racine, in which the hotel was situated, she received a note from her husband, saying—" Before you receive this note I shall have ceasad to exist." The wife hastened to the police, and then to the house. The door was closed, and a paper' waferod on it, avid "Out for the day." The door was at once broken open, and there, in attitudes of calm repose, wore found the two unhappy victims. The girl had loft the following letter on the table, which stood close to the fatal brasier where charcoal was still burning :—" Each has his destiny in this world: I cannot escape from mine. I must go to join the Supreme Being. Last year I tried and failed; this time I hope to be more fortunate. I die with the only being who truly loves me. Mother, pardon my faults, and the grief I shall eause you. You will find enclosed the cross and medals you gave me."  - A very sensible letter from a Mr. Gorst, who has lived two years in the Waikato country, has been published in the Times this week, and without pledging ourselves to an agreement with every opinion advanced, we can fairly claim him as endorsing in the main the views we have always taken on the unhappy struggle in New Zealand between the European settlers and the Maorms. Mr. Gond has very happily given, in a short ' space, a clear and intelligible, and on the whole accurate statement, not only of the immediate causes which led to the war, but of theme more general reasons for dissatisfaction which always prevail in the native mind. It is the fashion to call the war in New Zealand a "little war." We have always maintained that when the "little bill" is presented, it will be found even in a pecuniary sense to be by no means so insignificant a matter as many people suppose ; but in a far higher and more important point of view, the war is one which it behoves us not to carry on in the reckless way we have hitherto done, if we desire to retain our fairest colony. The Maories have proved themselves no contemptible foes in the field, and we are certain that they never can be subdued except by extermination at a fearful cost ; and we have too much confidence in the Christian feeling of the nation to believe for one moment that however newspaper writers may choose to threaten the aborigines with it, our army will ever be employed in so dastardly a work. Row then is New Zealand to obtain the blessing-of a permanent peace? The answer is given in the end of Mr. Gorst's letter:—" The grievances of the natives which are real must be redressed, and those which are imaginary mast be proved so to their own satisfaction."—John Bull. The correspondent of the Times, sketching the inner and outer life of New York as it is, describes it as a city to the greatness and prosperity of whose inhabitants Providence has set no bounds. To the unchecked progress sod to the great good fortune of the mushroom capital the civil war seems to have given a fresh momentous impulse. The calamities which are desolating the South and crippling the West have, says this authority, thrown many a windfall into the lap of this great eastern emporium, whose shouts of joy have echoed back the groans of New Orleans and the cries of distress of St. Louis. "Drive out," he continues, "on any fine Saturday afternoon to hear the music in the new (.n-tral Park, and the sight of those thousands of carriages, bran new, flaunting and glittering, will speak to you of fortunes made no sooner than yesterday, to be unmade no later than to-morrow. The thought of the morrow seems to weigh on no man here. That the great financial crash must come, that the day is to dawn in which green-backs are to be of no more worth than as many dry leaves, no man in his senses has the slightest doubt; but it is precisely because the prOsperity of the city and the country is so precarious and ephemeral that every sensible man is so anxious to enjoy his own share of the good things of this world; it is because Mr. Chase's currency is so flimsy and perishable that they are all anxious to be rid of it, investing it in anything that may look like solid wealth, or yiell an hour's gratification and solace." The correspondent of the Daily News, writing from the same city, says the extant of the Southern loss cannot bo over-estimated, and the impression of the value of its acquisition to the North is as deep at Washington as it is all over the country. General Grant is mentioned as a candidate for the Presidential contest, and it seems likely that he will be supported by the Democratic party. As yet, however, little appears to be known of his political opinions. Mr. Sala writes from Washington, and his letter is little more than a continuation of his sketches in Tetnple Bar of some of the chief staves of the world. This very wordy special correspondent of the Daily Telegraph does not seem at all likely to enlighten us as to the real position of the combatants, which just now is what we want to know,