The painfully sudden death of Dr Selle is an event which has influenced many this week, for there were few in Richmond who did not know the old man who, in years gone by, did an immense amount of work for the good of the town. Fifteen or twenty years ago he was one of the most active of our public men, and no movement for the welfare of Richmond seemed complete until he was associated with it. He was a musician to the backbone, revelling in his art, and ever ready to use it at the call of charity. His affection for his old 'Strad' was almost touching. He had it with him on the fatal Tuesday morning, having been over by train to Strawberry Hill to have it re-strung by a man in whom he had great confidence. It was while on his way home from Richmond Station, leaning on the arm of an acquaintance, that he complained of feeling unwell. The two went into the Greyhound for the purpose of obtaining a restorative, but before it could be supplied, the doctor sank and died.