Coroner’s juries have a very ingenious mode of reasoning on this subject. Thus may the argument be stated: If a poor, pennyless, friendless outcast of society, broken down by calamity, and having no resource whereby to mend his fortunes, or to better his condition, does through an absolute weariness of life lay hands on himself, and thus commit the sin of suicide, he acts from an apparently sufficient motive; and he could not have been insane, inasmuch as it is considered that no man in his senses could desire the continuance of such a life. But if a person of rank or fortune who may live sumptuously every day, or any one even in actual and personal distress from reduced circumstances, but yet having friends or relatives by whose wealth his poverty may be relieved, and at whose table he may, if he pleases, yet enjoy life’s luxuries, should, notwithstanding all that he does or may possess or enjoy, destroy himself, surely he must be insane: for who but a madman would throw away a life which could possibly be enjoyed? This is an invariable and infallible rule. That period of Lord Trimmerstone’s life and experience at which we are now arrived, was indeed to himself a season of very great interest and emotion; but could not be so rendered to our readers without a very long, and to some perhaps, a very tedious analysis of human feelings; and as our business is more with facts than philosophies, we must pass very briefly over this period; not endeavouring to portray his lordship’s state of mind, but contenting ourselves with narrating the facts to which these feelings led.