A man, with a determination to sacrifice his life, threw himself among the bears in the _Jardin du Roi_, in Paris. A bear sprung immediately upon him, and before he could be rescued from Bruin’s grasp, he was so mutilated that he died a few hours afterwards. Prior to his death he expressed much pleasure at having effected his purpose. A young lady, at the age of nineteen, was extremely beautiful, in possession of a large fortune, and by no means deficient in understanding or wit; but was immoderately fond of play. She soon gambled away her whole fortune. Reflections on the past became bitter; anticipation of the future alarming; melancholy increased, and weariness of life succeeded. Being at Bath, in the year 1731, she was seen to retire to her chamber with her usual composure, and was found in the morning hanging by a gold and silver girdle to a closet door. Her youth, beauty, and distress, rendered her an object of pity to every one but a near relation, who, on hearing of her death, was inhuman enough to exclaim, in a punning style—“Then she has tied herself up from play.” On the morning of her death she left these lines in the window:— “O death, thou pleasing end of human woe! Thou cure for life! thou greatest good below! Still mayst thou fly the coward and the slave, And thy soft slumbers only bless the brave.” On reading which a gentleman wrote thus:— “O dice, ye vain diverters of our woe! Ye waste of life! ye greatest curse below! May ne’er good sense again become your slave, Nor your false charms allure and cheat the brave.” A man whose name and connexions were unknown, was found dead in his chamber at an inn, in Kent, with the following paper lying beside him:— Lost to the world, and by the world forsaken, A wretched creature, Who groaned under a weary life Upwards of thirty years, without knowing One happy hour. And all In consequence of one single error, Committed in early days, Though highly venial As being the mere effects of juvenile folly, And soon repented of. But, alas! The poor prodigal Had no kind father that would take him home, And welcome back his sad repentant virtue With fond forgiveness and the fatted calf. Here He sinks beneath his mighty load of ills, And with His miserable being lays them down, Heart-broken, At the age of fifty. Tender reader, give him a little earth For charity. A middle aged Frenchman, decently dressed, hanged himself in a public-house in Old Street Road. A letter written in French was found in his pocket, setting forth that some years ago, he dreamt he was to die that day, if not, he was to be damned; and therefore, for the salvation of his soul, he had thought it necessary to put an end to his life.