Last Impressions of a Self-Murderer.

Cromwell Argus, Volume III, Issue 123, 19 March 1872, Page 7

Last Impressions of a Self-Murderer.

The Paris correspondent of the Bah> (London) writes :—" A man, name unknown, was discovered poisoned in one of the Champs Elysees, on Saturday night. O.i searching the body at the dead housj, a paper was found in the side-pocket, on which 113 had carefully written, minute by minute, his 'impressions' at the approach of death. I subjoin a part of this strange document:—' Ten o'clock at night : 1 must finish. I will get into the garden, and there end all in :n unknown corner. Five minutes past ten : here lam in the corner covered with my cloak. T.io air is cold and damp ; but what have I to fear from cold ! The gaslight reaches me. Quarter past ten: everything is ready—l take my bottle of poison. How strange to think that those few drops will sep irate my soul from my body. Twenty minutes pa;t ten : 'tis done ; I have swallowed the liquid. What is going on within me I —l feel nothing but curiosity. The Cafes below are gay; I hear them: I hear them. Ah ! half-past ten : fearful pain? in my legs and back. My ideas are confused. The world is disapp >aring from me. My childhood appears before me : mother, father, all! Quarter to eleven : sleep is overcoming me. The begin liu.; of the end is at hind. My legs are dead. Where is my soul! Will it wander from globe to globe through thou sands of centuries I What nutters I I came into the world without thinking,—l must leave it the same. Eleven o'clock : what do they say 1 Tiie cold has reached my stom ich. My Ilea lis heavy ; I cannot sec. Oh! 1 should know——.'

There wore a few words more, but thoy could not be deciphered."