Denton and Haughton Examiner, etc. — 1878-06-22 (Denton, Greater Manchester, England)

ROMANTIC DEATH OF A FRENCH  COUNT. Coene Aubriet de Pau, a French nobleman, lately resident in London, has committed suicide in the Thames, at Windsor. While the military police were patrolling the river side shortly after midnight, Privates Somerville and Tuck, of the let Bettalion Scot. Fusilier Guards, found near Hill's Ferry a heap of clothieg, neatly arranged, and with a black bordered mourning envelope pinned to the coat. The letter bore the words, "My last impressions. To be opened. Count Aubriet de Pevy." Mr. Chief Superintendent Hayes, of the Wndsor Borough Police, was immediately informed of the occurrence, and instructed the Humane Society to drag the stream, but before this could be done, the body of the unfortunate nobleman, attired only in his shirt, drewers, and socks, was discovered near The Cobbler, east of Windsorbridge. The corpse was removed to the Angler'. Beet, Bier-lane. With the clothing were found a swordstick, some jewellery and other article., also en envelope containing photographs of the deceased and his countess, the date o: the latter's death being written on the back of the picture. There were also two visiting cards, one surmounted by a coronet, with the words, "Aubriet de Pevy, 4, Albemarle-street, W.," while the other bore the address, "Madame Aubriet de Pery, 12a, Cornwall-road, Weetbournepark." In addition, there was a newspaper paragraph headed, "Singular Death of a French anintees in Langham-etreet," giving details of the sudden death of the countess, and to which was attached a verse of poetry, written in Italian; also • piece of paper with the following: "My clothes and property to be taken to the railway station, care of the station maelor." Upon opening the letter pinned to the coat, two sheets of note-paper were found thus addressed "Count Aubriet de Peve'il Last Impressions; at the disposal of any inquest and the press," some o:tree's from which are appended 00trer Annular on Pevr's Lucy lareltBSlomi : I have resolved to die. To be free of this world, which is after all but s kind of experimental hell, where bad and good are mined in disorder, may be smsidered a blessing. Montaigne says: "What has mankind to complain of? If there is only one way of coming into this world, there are a hundred ways of getting out of it." I think one of the cleanest ways is the water, and therefore I choose it as a preferred death-bed. There is many a spot where I can plunge in. I hope, indeed, for a better world. Ido not fear death, although it may be disagreeable to our sense.. I tete it from a higher point of view. I know that as soon as we have separated from the human frame of this world (never to revive again) we are immediately supplied with a new body but more ethereal. ft has our shape and form, is like us, but more beautiful, less or more, according to what wears worth. As to the wicked, they bear the stamp of what they are. This is in reality the resurrection, as it ought to be understood ; and we also undergo immediate judgment, and are sent to the different parts of the spiritual world, and left to ourselves. The good enjoy theirs at once. The wicked are kept under subjection and severe laws; but there is always a door open for them if they purify—for God is ever merciful. I leave the world thew simple truth., highly respecting the founders of many religion., and one in particular—Jesue of Nasareth. He was a well-informed man, who wanted to free his country from the abuses of pruathood and the oppression and tyranny of Sings and Omare of that day.  Af te,r solve other comments the writer nap.: I die, therefore, in the Arm belief of being safe (not saved, which,. ridiculous) Budda also came to die and eavethe world centuries before. . . Born in rank and fortune, I have yet undergone many trials' misfortune, ilestune..,and mental morrows. The audden death of my dear countres, only 28, handaome, beloved by all in France and here, has broken my heart. I loved her dearly. I dare say I ahall find her. And now farewell. Ote. SeBIIIST DE Pave.  A wedding ring, supposed to be that of his wife, wee faund upon one of the fingers of the unfortunate nobleman, whose inn addrees is given an 44, L snghem-street, Portland-place, London.