Strange Felo de Se.
--On Friday, says the Washington Chronicle, of May 15th, at the Metropolitan Hotel, New York, Mr. Edmond Baron, a Frenchman, was found dead upon his bed, with a surgical instrument called a calling in his hand, with which he had inflicted a fatal wound in the region of the heart. A previous unsuccessful attempt at suicide had been made with morphine. Mr. Baron had also thought of shooting himself, but had desisted out of regard for the feelings of those occupying the next room. The cause of the act was probably depression of spirits, brought on by losses of property. Mr. Baron had once possessed great wealth, but had been reduced to a comparatively slender income.The most remarkable feature of the case, perhaps, is a will left by deceased, bequeathing his body to Dr. Weisse, with the request that the skeleton should be nicely set and placed somewhere in his office. The document runs as follows: "I hereby bequeath my body to my talented, and some day or other illustrious, Dr. F. Duncan Weisse, of No. 30 West 15th street, New York, requesting him to set up my skeleton nicely, and to place it some where in his office. The best means to effect it, probably, are the following: To take the flesh off the bones with a knife as much as possible; to cut out a small piece of the skull with a the pan and pull the brain out; to pierce holes in the shalt of every long bone with a small ginalet, so as to let the marrow out, which will greatly improve the whiteness; to let it macerate in water a long while, and let it perfectly dry; then to soak it in a solution of magnesias, (or a lait de chaux,) and when dry to rub it well and paint it all over with silicate of potash, and ultimately to set it up with wire. I will consider the fulfillment of the above request as a special favor. It will be so nice to see one's old dwelling-place kept so clean and in good order, instead of rotting away in some dirty place. How handy, too, when we are all summoned to the Valley of Jehoshaphat, to find one's bones already together, instead of having to struggle among the crowd, and to pick them up one by one in some charnel houses. Should my learned friend fail to comply with my request, I will certainly come back and pull his hair out by the roots, provided that they give me a furlough. And now, wish my love to E — good-bye. On pilot — an river
