A Scotch collier has committed suicide by leaning over a
parcel of dynamite, which he then exploded with a match. The man's name was Duncan, and Nitshill was the scene of the occurrence. The man was blown instantaneously to atoms, and a hole made in the street three feet deep by two and a half wide,—big enough for a baby's grave. His motive appears to have been chagrin at ill-natured gossip, and perhaps a desire to connect his memory with some act which would fill the neighbourhood rather with dread than contempt. Suicides often appear to take much account of the effect to be produced by the pity or the terror of their end.