The Morning Herald

Death Before Poverty.

From the New York Herald of Saturday.

Between four and five o'clock yesterday morning one of the keepers of Central Park found the body of a man lying on a bench in one of the alleyways. Near the dead man was a revolver, one chamber of which had been discharged. The corpse was removed to the Arsenal, and there it was discovered that a bullet had entered near the left nipple and penetrated the heart. From papers discovered in his pockets it was ascertained that the dead man's name was Andreas Fuchs, a shoemaker, of No. 218 Second street. The following letter, found on his person, explains itself:

Dear Wife and Children: I see that I cannot do other than put an end to my life. for I do not believe there is one in the whole city of New York who wanders about the streets as poor as myself. Therefore be contented and resign yourselves. I have no rest by day or by night-not that poverty compels me to this, only the restlessness of my own heart. Wherever I walk. wherever I be, my heart aches; therefore be contented and resign yourselves. The suffering of my heart is too great. It beats not like that of a man who has worked with his hands for twenty-five years in America, and earned his bread by hard work, but it beats like that of a man who constantly robs and plunders. I cannot write you in any better way about the cause of my suicide, but that I have no work and do not know what to do. My mind is not enterprising, and that drives me to despair. I can write no more, for my heart is too full. Whatever belongs to me I bequeath to my poor wife. I have a boy who is only a few years old and requires considerable care until he can support himself; and my wife has been sick this year and a half. I can do nothing further. Farewell, dear wife, and children: forever farewell, friends and acquaintances. Dear wife and children. I admonish you once more to be contented and to let my bones rest, for they require rest. Farewell. I live at No. 218 Second street, New York.