The Sun. — 1818-11-03 (London, England)

DEATH OF SIR SAMUET. ROMILLY.  MELANCHOLY SUICIDE. • (From The Morning I,,irOnirle.) The melancholy event whichove. have this day to announce, will till every par•t,of the kingdom► with mourning--and not only of the kingdom, but every part of the enlighteoeil world, where a just reverence for the cause of civil , and religious liberty rendered its most distinguished Advocate dear to the hearts of the lib, ral_and humane. Sir SAMUEL ROMILLY, distracted Cry the death of his most amiable and beloved wife, has Hsunk under the severe visitation of 'Providence, An Inquest will be held by the Coroner this day, and. therefore out Readers will I►4ve the afflicting rit••• Oculars of the event in to-morrow's Paper. We have already stared that Lady Hominy died at the house of Mr. Nash,. in the Isle of Wight, after al, illness of near a twelvemonth, during which there were intervals of convalescence. Sir Samuelhad sitlfered the most heart-rending agitation for some weeks, during. which be was without the refreshment of ()moral sleep, when all the delusive hopes he 'had entertained of her recovery were withdrawn, by the visible approaches of the fatal moment. The agony of his, sufferings occaslotted the most alarming apprehensions to Iris friends ; and his nephew, Dr. Roger, the Rev. Mr. Dumont, and Mrs. Nash, as well as his own family, attended him with the most anxious solicitude. 'fire event was not communicated to him till Friday morning, and it was thought proper to remove hilt, from the scene the same day. He was Irrought to London by easy journies, where he arrived on Saturday. His fever was most excruciating—btu he manifested the most exemplary fortitude to conquer the despair tvl►ich assailed him. '' My head," he exclaimed, ". is a furnace —I feel the violence of my disease—l may sink tinder itirly excellent nephew is exhausted— pray call to his aid Dr. Mercet."—Both Dr. Marcet and Dr. Bahingtou did attend hint, anti in the course of Sunday snd of Sunday night, a favourable perspiration gave the physicians hopes that his fever would abate. But, alas ! in a paroxysm he desired his amiable daughter, who had been left in the room with him, to call Dr. Roget, and on her departure, it appears that he suddenly quitted his bed, and its the delirium of his grief put an end to his existence. In one minute Dr. Roget entered, and touird him weltering in his blood. He was in his sixtieth year. He has left six sons and one daughter to lament his loss—but who shall repair it to afflicted. humanity I  [The Herald.] Yesterday afternoon, a dreadful report was circolated of the premature death of this respected 'person. In the evening, we had the pain to learn that it was entirely trite. On Saturday, when Sir Samuel received intelligence of the death of Lady KomiHy, his :fiction proditcPd a nervous fever. He did not leave his bed-roost on Sunday. Yesterday morning, ‘a brain fever was apprehended, and a physician was sent tor, who prescribed a cooling medicine. Alas ! before this could be brought, the patient became delirious, and destroyed hithselt with a razor.—The sad event became generally known yesterday evening, or we should not thus fully meitliors it. We need not add, that sorrow was as generally telt.