On Friday afternoon the 3d inst. the Rev. Mr. Ashton, Rector of Kemble, Wilts, came to the White Lion in Malmesbury, on his return from Devizes, where he had been to meet the Rev. the Clergy of the Deanery of Malmesbury, in order to carry into execution a subscription for the benefit of the distressed widows of clergymen within that county, he being one of the stewards for the present year. The next morning he got up, walked about the town, and said, that he was not well. Many people who saw him took notice that he looked melancholy, and thought he was ill. A gentleman, with whom he spent the evening the Sunday before, observed that he was less cheerful than usual, and that he, more than once, said, where a man dies there he should be buried. After dinner he walked again, and between four and five o’clock desired to be shewn into a room where he might be quiet, it being their market day: he was conducted into the room in which he had lain the preceding night; and late in the evening, the people of the house called and knocked at the door, to know whether he would have his boots off and go to bed, but having no reply they went away; and the next morning sent for a carpenter, who burst open the door, and found him dead.