The following singular and shocking duel took place in Paris. The circumstances which led to the sad result are extremely curious. One of the parties was M. Manuel, a Pole, a man of great respectability and of large fortune: he was about fifty years of age, and the father of six children, by the wife who survives him. M. Beaumont, the other party, is a single man, between thirty and forty, likewise of considerable property, and a native of Geneva. They were both exchange brokers. About five or six months ago, M. Manuel, who lived on the most affectionate terms with his wife, received an anonymous letter, saying that she was unfaithful to him. He tore the letter with contempt, and dismissed the matter from his mind. In about a fortnight he received a second letter, containing the same intimation; and this he treated like the first. In a few days he received a third, which stated, that as he was too incredulous to be convinced, except by ocular proof, he might have that proof the very next day, if he chose. The writer then told him to go at two o’clock to a particular house in a particular street, and to make a certain signal which he described, and he would then have no doubt of the writer’s veracity. M. Manuel went accordingly at the time designated to the house in question, and made the described signal. The door was instantly opened by a female, whom he knew to be his wife, but who did not at first recognise him, but throwing herself into his arms called him by the name of Beaumont. The husband was now convinced. He determined to leave Paris immediately; he converted his French property into disposeable effects, and set off for his native place, Warsaw. Before he went, he proffered forgiveness to his wife, and even agreed to live with her, provided she would abandon her paramour. This the mother of six children refused to do; and the husband left Paris without her. A few days before the fatal event he returned, and reappeared on the exchange. Here he met M. Beaumont: a violent altercation ensued; and the result was a challenge, and a positive agreement, that one at least should not come out of the field alive. They met the next morning, fired, and M. Manuel was killed on the spot by a pistol shot in the breast. M. Beaumont shortly after fled to Switzerland, to escape the storm of indignation which exhibited itself against him at Paris; his colleagues on the exchange having come to a resolution never to transact business with him again.