MOORE’S RURAL WEW-YORKER. 
m 
blunt old woman, who called during the day. 
“ Tbeboy was happy at. homo, but you drove 
him Into bad company." 
That night at the hour of twelve, as I sat 
alone, a window was opened softly, and Willie 
stepped Into the room. With a glad cry I 
sprang toward him, hut ho pushed me rudely 
away. 
"Can you hide me anywhere,” he said, “The 
bloodhounds are after me. Had you given me 
the money yesterday, this would not have 
been." 
“Oh, Willie," ] cried. 
"Tea, mother," he said sternly, “ you have 
made me a criminal. I want to tell you I have 
secretly married Kate Hastings. (Sod knows 
what will hoc(one of her." 
Kat e was a pretty little creature, only 10 years 
old, innocent us the violets which grew around 
her home My Idee ding heart gave a quick, 
painful throb as he continued : 
“ The world a ill not believe we are married. 
She will be scorned by all. Mark! they are 
coming. Mother, I am too young, too wicked 
to die, but 1 must die. Farewell!” 
1 saw Ids purpose now, for his hand clutched 
a revolver, and springing to my feet J threw rny 
arms about, him to shield him from himself. 
Hut he shook me off. The next moment the 
loud report of Ids pistol echoed through l,he 
house. O.'ingliinco showed me his lifeless form, 
stretched on the floor. Then existence was 
blank to me. 
" W hen 1 awoke to consciousness the morning 
sun was shining and the house was filled with 
people. Hut even justice was satisfied, and I 
was left alone with the dead. All day, tearless 
and motionless. I sal beside the mangled corpse. 
Some people kinder than the rest, came In to 
make preparation: for tnc funeral, and passed 
silently out, but I did not heed them. 
Kate Hastings came Just after dark. She was 
dieased In deep mourning and her face was so 
ghastly that it startled me. 
“You, too, have come to reproach me,” I 
said. 
“No, mother. You suffer enough without 
my reproaches. 1 have come to watch with the 
dead." 
"1 wish to watch alone,” 1 said. 
“ It is 1 who will watch alone,” she returned. 
“It is my right, 1 am his wife.” 
How calm she was! There was not even a 
tremor of the voice to tell how she suffered. 
“ Yes, it is your right, my poor child !” I said. 
It gives me another pang to give him up, even 
toy..ii, my daughter; still 1 do it.” 
She looked up quickly. 
“ He has told you ?" 
“ Yes." 
“ Yet. you peak kindly to me and do not con¬ 
demn us." 
A sad, beautiful smile lor a moment lighted 
her features. She raised one of my hands and 
kissed it reverent ly. 
I hank you," she said. “Some time you 
will be glad for having shown this kindness to 
one so much in need of it. Now, mother, leave 
rno.” 
I left the apartment, but did not retire. All 
night I sat on the floor outside the door, hoping 
that Katie would bid me enter; but no such 
summons came. Daylight returned and the 
busy world ugaln moved, still T hoard no move¬ 
ment in the chamber of death. At last my 
anxiety became so great that I opened the 
door and looked in. The girl knelt by the s'de 
of the corpse apparently asleep. Softly I stole 
forward, and raised the dropping head. Hut no 
sad eyes met my gaze, nothing but the white 
face, the staring orbs of a corpse. Katie had 
died by her own hand, as a bottle which she 
clutched proved. 
The next day they buried the pair, nty erring 
son and his child-wife, in one grave ; and as 
the clods fell on the coffin ibe brightness of my 
life went out forever. 
Mrs. Brown could say no more, for sobs choked 
her utterance. Her listener, too, was deeply 
affected, as her pale face and tearful eyes 
showed. 
Leaving the bereaved mother for a moment 
Mrs. Gray stole softly to the door and called : 
“Willie!” 
The child heard her and came quickly to her 
side. 
“ Wluit is if, mamma ?” 
“It is so lonesome without you, darling,” she 
said, drawing hint to her. 
A smile lit up his face. 
“ Then, do you love me, mamma?” 
“Love you? Oh, Willie!" 
ller arms were about him now aud she was 
sobbing on his shoulder. 
"Did some body tell you about those bad 
boys?" lie asked, wonderingly. “They have got 
a flask of whisky, mamma.” 
"Thank God! You are saved, my darling,” 
she cried, hysterica I ly. 
She drew him closer to her, she clung to him, 
she showered kisses on his wondering face. 
But never, mnil he was a man, with a son of 
his own, did she tell him the story of that other 
Willie, whose childhood and his had been so 
much alike, and how, by the knowledge of that 
other Willie’s unfortunate career, lie had been 
saved by her perhaps from a like fate.— Peter¬ 
son’s Magazine. 
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PITMAN'S CHICKENS. 
We had a good deal of trouble last summer 
with Pitman’s chickens. As fast as we would 
plant anything in our little garden t hose chick¬ 
ens of Pitman’s would creep under the fence, 
scratch out the seeds, fill up and go homo, 
when the radish-bed had been ravished in this 
manner for the fifth time, we complained to 
Pitman. He was not disposed to interfere. 
" Adder,” he said, “ I tell you it does ’em good, 
and it does them beds good to he raked overby 
chickens. If I have radishes, give me chickens 
to scratch around ’em and cat up the worms. 
Radishes that haven’t been scratched ain’t 
worth a cent." Then we climbed over the 
fence, with a determination to t ake the law into 
our own hands. Wc procured half a peek of corn 
and two dozen diminutive fish-hooks. Fast¬ 
ening each hook into a grain of cora, wc tied 
t bin wire to each hook. Then wo scattered t he 
whole of the corn on the radish-bed, find fixed 
t he ends of the wires to the biggest sky-rocket, 
we could get. The rocket stood in a frame 
about tni yards away from the hooks. That 
very morning Pitman’s chickens came over and 
Instantly began to devour the corn. We were 
ready, and as soon as it was evident that the 
hooks were all swallowed we applied a match 
to that rocket. It is regarded as probable that 
no barnyard fowls that have lived since the 
days uf old Noah ever proceeded toward the 
azure vault of heaven with such rapidity as 
•ho e did. A fizz, u few ejaculatory cackles, a 
puff' of smoke, and Pitman’s roosters and 
pullets were swishing around among the coles- { 
tUI constellations without their feathers, add 
in some doubt, respecting the stability of 
I earthly beings. Pitman never knew what be¬ 
came ol Ids fowl- ; but when we read In the 
paper next day that twenty-four underdone 
chickens, with lk-h-lnml. in t heir craws, had 
been rained down by a hurricane in New-Jer¬ 
sey, we felt certain that that sky-rocket had 
done its duty. Mar Adder. 
-- 
AN AMERICAN MILLIONAIRE. 
A coaiucspo N 1 ) ENT from Saratoga gives a 
sketch ol A. 'I 1 . Stewart, the great dry goods 
King, who owns the Grand Union Hotel at 
Saratoga: 
Ho dresses in black. His clothes are well 
made and 111 him perfectly. His only jewelry 
consists of a plain gold watch, wort h about 
$500, which he seldom disturbs from Its place 
In Ids vest pocket. He loathes all unnecessaiy 
personal adornments. 'I’hree small, plain, linen 
covered buttons appear mi his shirt bosom. No 
watch chain is visible, lie wears a black bea¬ 
ver hat , which weighs a half-pound less than 
(lie heavy gray stovepipes, fashion ordains 
shall be worn this Hummer. Ills hair, of a red¬ 
dish gray. Is neatly dressed at all times. Ills 
heard, which is more tint ad with gray than his 
hair, Is short and trimmed regularly, so as to 
be kept at the same length all the year around. 
Where a cumbersome mustache ought, to be, 
a hair Is never permit ted to attain more than a 
day’s growth. He Is of a slender, though emu- 
pact physique. He always looks as if be had 
just left the toilet table. The man Is seventy- 
four years of age. In conversation, his keen 
blue eyes are never for an Instant taken off 
yours. His face bears the impression of pru¬ 
dence, discretion, self-confidence, a calmness 
impossible to ruffle, and above all of honesty 
and truthfulness. He never speaks loud enough 
to be heard ten steps from where he stands. 
Eavcs-droppers cannot catch even the sound of 
his voice. He shakes hands with you cordially, 
nay even warmly. Ills conversation is always 
couched in the refined language ol the educated 
gentleman. Ho uses no slang, lie is no tee¬ 
totaller; lie drinks only at meal hours; his 
favorite wines are .lohamiisberg from Metter- 
nich’s private vineyard, the like of which is mil 
easily found in this country; lie is fond of 
Sherry and Madeira ; Id,, wine cellar contains 
probably the. choicest collection of wines in 
America, This man’s wealth is estimated at 
one hundred millions) made by him since 1834, 
In New York city. He has no children; he has 
not a single known relative on the earth. 
A SUCCESSFUL CONUNDRUM. 
“John has never given you a ring?" said 
Katie’s sister to her one day. John was Katie’s 
lover. 
“ Never," said Katie, with a regretful shako 
of the head. 
“And never will until you ask him for it,” 
returned the sister. 
“ Then I fear I shall never got one,” was the 
reply. 
“ Of course you never will. John is too stu¬ 
pid to think of such things; and as you can 
never pluck up courage to ask him for one, it 
follows that you will never get one.” 
This set Katie to thinking, and to what pur¬ 
pose we shall see. 
Tha> evening her lover came to sec her. He 
was very proud and very happy, for Hie beautD 
ful girl by Ms side had been for several weeks 
pledged to marry him as soon as the business 
OOUld be properly done, and John was a grand, 
good fellowq too, notwithstanding his obli vioua- 
ness to certain polite matters. 
"John,” said Katie, at length, looking up 
with an innocent smile, “ do you know what a 
conundrum is?" 
"Why, it’s a puzzle—a riddle,” answered 
John. 
“ Dn you think you could ask me one I could 
not guess?” 
“ I don’t know. I never thought of such 
tilings. Could you ask me one?” 
“I could try.” 
“Well, try, Katie." 
“Then answer this: Why is the letter D like 
a ring?" 
John puzzled his brain over the problem for 
a long t ime, but w as Anally forced to give if. up. 
“I don’t know, Katie ; why is it?” 
“ Because," replied the maiden, with a very 
soft blush creeping up to her temples, “we 
esunot be wed without it." 
In less than a week from that date Katie had 
net engagement ring. 
—-- 
CHEER HIM. 
At a fire in a large city, while the upper stories 
of a lofty dwelling were wrapped in smoke, and 
the lower stories all aglow with flame, a pierc¬ 
ing shriek told tho startled firemen that there 
was some one still in the building in peril. A 
ladder was quickly reared, unt il It touched the 
heated walls, and diving through the flames 
and smoke a brave young fireman rushed up 
the rounds on his errand of mercy, stifled by 
the smoke, lie stopped, and seemed about to 
descend. The crowd was in agony, as n life 
seemed lost, for every moment of hesitation 
seemed an age. While this shivering fear 
seized every beholder, a voice from I lie crowd 
cried out, "cheer him! cheer him!" and a wild 
“hurrah" burst from (he excited spectators. 
As the cheer reached the fireman, lie started 
upward through tho curling smoke, and! in a 
few moments was seen corning dow n the ladder 
with a child In Ids arms. That cheer did the 
work. How much can we do to help the brave 
ones who are struggling with temptation, or 
almost fainting in their efforts to do good to 
others. Don’t find fault with your brother in 
Mis trial, but cheer him. Give him a word that 
shall urge him on the way, and if you can’t help 
him in any other way, give him a cheer. 
NEW PUBLICATIONS. 
The Qncrii ol the Iteglineui.- Itv Katherine 
King. Huston j nines It. Osgood & Co. (Octavo, 
Paper.—pp. ZCP. Price 75 cents. 
This hook constitutes No. 40 of “Osgood’s 
Library of Novels," and it is In be hoped that 
some of i I s thirty-ni ne prodecessorsare super!or 
to it. A* a delineator of the male human nature 
the authoress is not an eminent success. While 
we arc not prepared to dispute w ith her as to 
the natural ness of her female characters hav¬ 
ing our private opinions, nevertheless we. must 
take issue w ith her upon her men. Ooi. Hous¬ 
ton’s conduct, and its results and effect upon 
his subaltern officers, is very much more like 
the history of a fashionable boarding school 
for girls under sixteen years of age than a board 
of iidelJigcnl and experienced officers of the 
British Army. The maj illy of her men con¬ 
duct themselves like adolescent females, while 
her women well, we give it up. While tlie 
work is pure in its tone and gracefully written, 
one Is hardly repaid for the trouble of wading 
through It.__ 
Doctor Ox, nod Other Stories. Translated 
from the French of Jules Verne, by <; ran oik m. 
Towlk. Bi stun : James It, Osgood & On. f liimo. 
pp. 292. (’loth. 
Among the various works of Vkiink lately 
issued by the several publishers, who still seem 
to be quarreling over the right to them, none 
are more pleasant with which to beguile the 
summer leisure thuu this one. The portrayal 
of the effects of oxygen gas upon the phleg¬ 
matic systems of the immovable inhabitants Of 
(juiqiiedone, besides being Instructive is ludi¬ 
crous in the extreme. The publishers have is¬ 
sued i his in a form handy to carry in thopoeket 
and to he read at odd hours. All the stories are 
short and interesting. 
The American Guide to London.. By Lewis 
Jim-iiius. London: 0. L. Marsh & Co.; New 
York : Lockwood & Co. 
The object of this work, as the author says 
in ills introduction, “Is to furnish the traveler 
with t lie readiest means of supplyiughiscurios- 
ity end wants. It aims at brevity and compre¬ 
hensiveness; it condenses the information re¬ 
tailed by the ordinary Guide-book, aud adds 
many indications not given in any other work 
of the kind. All prolixity is avoided, the hint 
is preferred to t he tedious statement, the note 
to the lengthy description." It is issued in 
convenient size to be carried in the pocket, 
and will undoubtedly prove useful to many who 
go abroad. 
WooniitUT. Philadelphia : Porter & Coute 
[8vo. —pp. 4H7. Cloth and gold.] 
The original work is too familiar to the coun¬ 
try at large to require any notice at our hands. 
This edition, however, edited by Ciiahi.es J. 
Foster, contains an introductory notice and a 
biographical sketch of the author, together 
with au additional appendix bringing thqrecord 
down to date, thus malting one of the most 
exact and complete records of the Trotting 
Turf In A mcrica. 
We Have Received from A. S. Barnes & Co. 
of New York and Chicago, Prof. Davies’ “Ad¬ 
dress before the Association of the Graduates 
of the U. S. Military Academy at its Annual 
Reunion, 1874." It contains very interesting 
historical Information concerning that institu¬ 
tion. We also acknowledge the receipt from 
A. W. Shki.don, E»q., of the “Annual Report 
to the Legislat ure, ol the Ex.Com, of the Prison 
Association of New York for 1874." 
BEYANT’S KELIGI0US POEMS. 
In the course of a review of Win. Cullen Bry¬ 
ant’s poetry in the International Review, Ilev. 
Dr. Ray Palmer brings to light the fact that 
this great American poet has written quite a 
number of religious hymns which have never 
been published except, for private circulation. 
Dr. Palmer says: Theri! is one clast-of Mr. Bry¬ 
ant’s poetical pieces which as yet we have not 
noticed, but which wc must refer to before 
we finish. He hoe written quite a number of 
distinctly Christian hymns. Only four or five 
of these are published with his other poems; 
but. a small volume, containing nineteen hymns, 
was printed for private circulation several years 
slnee. These all bear the marks of theauthorV 
style and genius. Three or four of them seem 
to have been written for special occasions. 
Others are expressive of various forms of re¬ 
ligious thought and feeling. The stanzas, 
“ O deem not they art! blessed alone 
Whoso days a peaceful tenor keep, ’ 
have long been found in our manuals of wor¬ 
ship, and are often sung In the churches. Others 
well merit such a place and use. The follow¬ 
ing, for example, as a hymn for the close of 
worship: 
“ When thissunu of praise shall cease, 
Lot Thy children, Lord, depart 
With the blessing of Thy peace, 
A nd Thy love in every heart. 
"O where’er oar path may he, 
Father, let us not forget 
That, wc walk beneath Thine eve, 
That Thy care upholds us yet. 
“ Blind are we, and weak and frail; 
Be i lime aid forever near: 
May the tear of Mn Prevail 
Over every mher fear." 
We add two stanzas from a hymn founded on 
the saying of Mary the mother of Jesus at the 
wedding i.i Cana of Galilee : 
“ Whute'or lie bids, observe and do; 
Such be the law that, we obey, 
Aud greater wonders men shall view 
Than that of Cana’s bridal day. 
“ The flinty heart with love shall beat, 
The chains shall fall from passion’s slave 
The proud shall sit at .Icsus' leet. 
And learn the truths that bless and save.” 
Wc wonder that tho following spirited and 
effective hymn has not found its way into the 
manuals. It is the last, wc shall transcribe—the 
theme the Supremacy of Christ: 
“O North, with all thy vales ot green : 
(J i8ont.li, with all thy palms ! 
From peopled towns and Hekla bet ween, 
Uplift the voice of psalms. 
Raise, ancient. Kn.d.! the anthem high, 
And hit the youthful West reply. 
“ Lo! in the clouds of heaven appears 
God's well-beloved Son ; 
He OrUiKB a train of brighter rears; 
His kingdom is begun ; 
He comet a utility world to bless 
With mercy,'truth and righteousness. 
"O Father! haste the promised hour. 
When at ills feet shall be 
All rule, authority and power. 
Beneath the ample sky 
When He shall reign from pole to pole, 
'! he •Lord of every human soul : 
’ When nil shall liepd tho words He said. 
Amid tlifir dally cares. 
And by the loving life He led, 
Shalt strive, to pultoni theirs • 
And he who conquered Death shall win 
The mightiest conquest over sin.” 
That Mr. Bryant has been a life-long believer 
in the truth of the Christian religion, and has 
been intellectually and morally to h great ex¬ 
tent, molded by its influence, no careful reader 
of his poetry can doubt. That in the progress 
of hie life aud under the experience of its prov¬ 
idential disciplines his religions feeling has 
grown steadily deeper, richer and more practi¬ 
cal, and has taken more decidedly tho form of 
a living Christian faith, we cannot but think his 
writings afford conclusive evidence. There is 
less of the pensive, the almost melancholy tone 
in the strain of his later years, and more of the 
serene light of cheerfulness and hope, as if 
flowing in from the purer and happier world to 
which Christian faith steadily looks forward. 
He seems to have profoundly apprehended the 
words of t he Son of God—“ He that liveth and 
believeth in me shall never die!” 
-- 
THE GRANDEUR OF FAITH. 
We recently called on a huly of culture and 
refinement, who, having just taken possession 
of anew house with elegant surroundings, had 
suddenly been called to face the approach of a 
fearful disease that seemed beyond human 
power to avert. With a loving husband and 
winsome daughter, with a home tilled with 
evidences of wealth and taste, encircled by 
warm, true-hearted friends, with everything 
earthly to make life glad and joyous, we re¬ 
marked, “ You have everything to live for. 
Does it not depress you to think that ail this 
must be given up if this disease is not stayed?’ 
The reply, simple, earnest, truthful, was, “Why, 
l have everything to die lor!" 
O, the grandeur and the beauty of that faith 
which sees through the rifted clouds the glory 
beyond ; which can say, amid deepest darkness 
“ the morning cometh ;’’ that faith w hich, with 
“things seen, and temporal,” most beautiful 
and attractive, can raise one up into a full 
appreciation of the things, that are unseen and 
eternal; that faith which bridges over the 
river, enabling the believer to tread with firm 
footstep and alone the way that loads to the 
unknown land; that faith which will lead one 
encircled by richest earthly gifts to say, “I 
have everything to die for!”— Advance. 
