withdrawn; and here the matter terminated to the satisfaction, it was believed, of all present, though not a word passed between the principals. The following is the official statement signed by the seconds:—“In consequence of some language which occurred on the hustings at Alnwick yesterday, a meeting took place this afternoon at Bamborough, between John George Lambton, Esq., M.P., and Thomas Wentworth Beaumont, Esq., when, after an exchange of shots, the affair terminated to the satisfaction of the seconds.—July 1, 1826.” BETWEEN THE MARQUIS DE LIVRON AND M. DU TRONE. November 18, 1826. A duel between the Marquis de Livron and M. Du Trone took place at mid-day, in the forest of Senart, near the château of Madame de Cayla. The whole affair had the appearance of an act of madness, and resembled more a tournament than a modern duel. M. Du Trone, the young advocate, was habited in the costume of a Greek chief: each combatant was mounted on horseback, and had three seconds. The parties were armed with sabres, and, on the onset, M. Livron was dismounted by the concussion of the horses. Both were slightly wounded, and the seconds then thought proper to interfere. What adds to the singularity of this duel is, that it took place in the presence of a hundred and fifty spectators. BETWEEN MR. BRIC AND MR. HAYES. December 26, 1826. At Dublin, on the 26th of December, Mr. Bric, the counsellor, fell a victim to false notions of honour. On the preceding day, he was returning from the post-office, when the Cork mail drove up. Mr. Hayes, with other gentlemen, were talking of the contested election at Cork; and the majority of Hutchinson over Callaghan being announced, Mr. Bric said, rather hastily, that “he rejoiced at the prospect of the defeat of that rascal Callaghan;” alluding to his decided hostility to the claims of the Roman Catholics. Mr. Hayes, a cousin and active friend of Mr. Callaghan, looking at Mr. Bric, replied, “Whoever calls Mr. Callaghan a rascal is a scoundrel and liar.” He then handed his card to Mr. Bric, who returned his own. On the following morning, at half-past seven, they met in a field near the Broadstone, at Phibsborough, on the north side of the town. The ground being measured, the combatants took their position. Mr. Bric was previously observed to shake hands with several of his friends, the sight of whom agitated him a little. He mistook the signal “present” for “fire,” and for an instant elevated his pistol; but, discovering his mistake, again dropped it, and apologized for having been premature. The signal was given immediately afterwards. Mr. Bric fired: his ball entered the earth, and after drawing the trigger, he wheeled round and threw up his left arm, thereby exposing his person to his adversary’s fire. Mr. Hayes’s ball entered Mr. Bric’s left side, and, passing through his body came out under his left arm. He reeled,