MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER. 
MARCH 20 
f And Leonard Hale meanwhile? Ah! I 
am sorry to confess that he laughed frequently 
at the success of bin little plot. I do not want 
you to think him had at heart—that he did not 
truly love this woman. I know that If he had 
ever made her his wife he would have proved a 
loving and kind husband. If he had not made 
this first mistake, two lives might have dwelt 
amid perpetual summer. 
Why Is It that when we plant some choice 
seed and watch so anxiously for its coming 
forth, then, when the ground breaks, watch on 
until It Is so near the time of its blossoming, 
wc find that the seed planted has been crowded 
out by a noxious weed that has grown strong 
and hardy, only to OH our hearts with biller 
disappointment? 
The day after this knowledge of Leonard 
Hale and Evans Stkklk being one and the 
same came to her, Kate Stanley wrote a let¬ 
ter to him, breaking at once and forever the 
bond between them. That this cost her rio 
struggle, no bitter pang, who can believe? Ask 
those who have placed tbeir affections on some 
god-human. In whom, in after days, they found 
only the human where they would fain have 
found the god, wluit In that hour It cost them 
to cast their Idol In the dust at their feet. 
Leonard was, to say the least, stunned when 
he opened the letter which Kate had written 
him. Indeed,a feeling of impending evil came 
upon him the moment he held the letter in his 
hand. It was not the first letter he had had 
from her; but It was the first that had ever 
come addressed to Leonard Hale. I he evil 
proved more dire than even he had dreamed ll 
could be. The woman he loved devotedly, 
truly, had refusod to become his wife, and he 
could blame no one but himself. The plan of 
a change of name had been all his own. 
In vain he wrote letter after letter; there 
came no answer. Then, when he could bear II 
no longer, he net out to visit, her and try If 
words could not do flint which his pen had 
failed todo. Buthedid not see KATE 8 t A N LEY 
again. She knew that if she would crush the 
love of this man out from her heart there must 
be no half-way work; the decision she had 
made must stand as firm as adamant. And so 
Leonard Hale appealed in vain to see her. 
After that, he went out Into t he world with a 
weight, of sorrow in hts heart, which even the 
half-century of years which have passed since 
have failed to remove. And Kate Stanley 
never married -never will. The old love is not 
dead, and >et-but it is better so, she thinks. 
Had she married Leonard Hale the world 
might have lost one of its Good Samaritans; 
but still, had It not been for that, attempt at 
deception, she would gladly have accepted that 
one bright promise of a Ilf© of happiness which 
at one li me seemed so very near. 
Ah, well! All Hvcb cannot dwell forever 
amid the flowers and sunshine. There must 
be some who dwell in caverns and the dark 
places ol life. And Kate Stanley is one of 
these. -***- 
A LOVE PROPOSAL IN A CAR. 
A Pennsylvania paper says that the passen¬ 
gers on one of the trains from Buffalo to Broc- 
ton last week were treated to a love scene of 
unusual character. Occupying one of the seats 
was a fair young maiden from Corry and a gray- 
headed, benevolent - looking old gentleman 
from Chicago. She was handsome, and not 
above twenty-two. He was on t he shady side 
of sixty, with flowing white hair and beard, and 
a pleasant expression on his countenance. He 
had been her company from Rochester, and 
the lew hours passed in her society had again 
awakened the dream of love in his old heart. 
It was evidently a case of love at first sight on 
his part. With her it was uot. But he told his 
talc. Ill* wife was long since dead; his chil¬ 
dren had grown up, married, and passed from 
his home. This was spoken in a low tone, but 
sufficiently loud to.be heaid by those in the 
seats near him. 
“Will you share my fortune with me; will 
you be my wife?" Then spoke this noble oil 
maiden, “ I cannot,. Your riches are nothing 
to me. If I loved you I would accept; but that 
I do not, and must therefore refuse your offer." 
But the old tuan still pleaded. He asked to be 
allowed to accompany her to Corry and see her 
parents. She declined. His pleadings were 
continued until the train reached Brocton, 
when she again refused to let him accompany 
her to Corry. 
His train arrived, and they must part. He 
threw his arms about her neck and kissed her 
fervently, unmindful of the gazing crowd. 
Then upon the platform of the car he took off 
his hat, and with his white hair and beard 
streaming in the breeze and tears runuing 
down hts cheeks, this aged lover blessed the 
fair maiden, and sworo to see her again. 
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A WALK AROUND THE WORLD. 
have been accepted and signed, Grason is to 
start from the City Hall, New York, on Satur¬ 
day, April ;i, 1876, aud to return to the same 
place on Thursday, Nov. 23,1876. Part of his 
trip will bo on steamers, during which time he 
will make up ills daily average by walking on 
shipboard. He will be accompanied by Mr. 
Macarthy and some persons to be sent out by 
the other parties to the wager. The exceptions 
Included in the agreement are delays occa¬ 
sioned by assault or unavoidable accidents. 
Mr. Grason Is 28 year old, 5 ft. 7 In. high, and 
weighs 139 lbs. Me has been known in Rich¬ 
mond in the various capacities of actor, author 
and pedestrian. During the excitement occa¬ 
sioned by Weston’s walks be sLarted out in t he 
pedestrian line and soon accomplished a walk 
of 100 miles in 24 hours. During the Seymour 
and Blair campaign in l««8 he walked rrom 
Richmond to Omaha. Neb,, a distance of about 
1,600 miles. He carried the Stars and Stripes 
and made 123 Democratic speeches at various 
places on the way. He now claims to be the 
champion pedestrian of the world.— Wilming¬ 
ton (Del.) Gazette. 
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JOAQUIN MILLER ON VENICE. 
Of course you can sit down in a good hotel 
here and have almost as much comfort as in 
any Saxon city you may visit; but you don’t 
see Venice as Venice is as I saw it in my half- 
dozen attempts to live with the poor toilers of 
the city and see them at borne. Nor would I 
say that all the houses are beset with vile 
smells and vermin. I only Insist that there are 
two sides to this pretty, womanly city, and 
that it Its the moat deceitful city In the world 
a city of wide and wonderful contrasts. Venice 
is full of beauty, but full of ugliness also. It 
is full of gayety, but over-lull of want and 
wretchedness. The great attraction, however, 
to one who dwells long In Venice, Is Its gentle¬ 
ness and the never-failing politeness of its 
people of all classes and all conditions. Beau¬ 
tiful, beautiful Venice ! A dead aud decaying 
city of cholera and half the diseases of the 
world, yet all the time as beautiful as any 
dream or picture. The beauty ol a painted 
woman. A city sick at heart, full of decay and 
disease. A city of contrasts and contradic¬ 
tions. The city of art, history aud song, yet 
hollow’ and sad as a shell of the sea .—Indepen¬ 
dent. 
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A BAD MISTAKE. 
At a dinner party in “town’’ last August, 
there were two sisters present, one a widow 
who had just emerged from her weeds, the 
other not. long married, whose husband had 
lately gone to India for a short term. A young 
barrister present, wai deputed to take the 
widow Into dinner. Unfortunately he was 
under the Impression that hla part ner was the 
married lady whose husband had just arrived 
In India, The conversation between them 
commenced by the lady’s remarking how ex¬ 
tremely hot It, was. “Yes, It. .Is very hot.,’* 
returned the young barrister. Then a happy 
thought suggested itself to him, and he added, 
with a cheerful smile, “ But not so hot as the 
place to which your husband has gone." The 
look with which the lady answered thlB “ happy 
thought" will haunt that unhappy youth till 
his death.—.London Paper. 
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A TROUT’S RECOGNITION. 
Some years ago. ah wc are told by a Boston 
clergyman, w ho vouches for Us truth, a trout 
was kept in a large water-vat at t he San Fran¬ 
cisco water works. It was the custom of vis¬ 
itors to feed the flah with pieces of bread and 
meat, which it would readily take from their 
fingers. One of the clerks, with less humanity 
than love of fun, one day attached a hook to a 
piece of meat, caught the trout, aud pulled it 
out of the water, but immediately put it back 
again. From that day forward, the trout would 
never take anything from the hand of that 
clerk, although it w ould readily feed from the 
hands of any other person while the clerk 
stood by. This is a fact. 
3atept[2 'SSotikl. 
abstinence,” but before closing it, says:—“ The 
true province of legislation lies in the abuse of 
liquors, or In the abuse of the drinker. The use 
of liquors belongs to the individual, and Ilea 
beyond legislation.” Whence we infer (and on 
perusal find) that, the Essay is opposed to legis¬ 
lation on the subject. The arguments adduced 
will be read with interest by both parties to the 
controversy._ 
Isabella Vincent, a Novel by Geo. W. M. 
Reynolds, Is published by the Petersons of 
Philadelphia, in an octavo (paper bound) vol¬ 
ume of 205 pages. Also, Vivian Bertram , a 
Sequel to “Isabella Vincent”- uniform with 
the above, and about the same size. Two other 
volumes are announced by’the publishers, in 
the liape of sequela to the preceding—so that 
fourvoluu.es will be Included In the story or 
series of romances. This may seem to Borne 
like too much of even a good thing, but we pre¬ 
sume the author’s admirers will read all with 
avidity, and then perchance imitate Oliver 
Twist by asking for more. 
The Science of Health for March presents a 
varied table of contents, including an essay on 
“Wheat and Rread,” by Julia Colman. 
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LITERARY AND ART NOTES. 
NEW PUBLICATIONS. 
Mr. Mark Grason of Richmond, Va., is now 
in tbis city training for the prodigious and 
hitherto unattempted feat of walking around 
the world. 
Several weeks ago Mr. Grason, backed bv Mr. 
Leon Macarthy, entered Into a wager of $25,000 
with J. P. Wilkingson and Thomas L. Murdock 
of Richmond, Va., that he could walk arouod 
the world In 600 days. The distance to be in¬ 
cluded In the entire route Is 19,226 miles, which 
will make a daily average of a little over thirty- 
two miles. 
Under the terms of the agreement, which 
rriin specii's Lover, By Mrs. E. D. E. N. SOUTH- 
1 " worth— and other Stories by her Sister, Mrs 
Frances hinshaw belden. |l2m<i.—pi>. 116.1 
Philadelphia ; T. B. Peterson & Bros. 
The story which forms the title of this vol¬ 
ume Is brief-only occupying some twenty 
pages — but worthy its notable author. T 
sketches of Mrs. Hknshaw, upward of fifty in 
number and com prising the bulk of the volume, 
are good, but most if not all of them are re 
prints. Altogether the book is very readable, 
albeit we do not admire the giving of so long h 
tall (or rather so many tales) to the kite of 
popular writer. 
Sabbath Reading. 
PIETY IS HAPPINESS. 
On piety humanii y is built: 
And on humanity much happiness ; 
And yet still more on piety Itoelf; 
A «oul in commerce with her God In heaven 
Feels not the (uuinlte and the shocks of life. 
The whirls of pa*?.ion, and the strokes of heart. 
A Deity believed Is joy begun: 
\ Detty adored Is Joy advanced ; 
A Deity beloved Is Joy matured 
Each branch of piety delight inspires. 
[ Young. 
BE CHARITABLE, 
A SKETCH FOR ALL TO FONDER. 
BY J. A. B. TOMPKINS. 
The Morality ot the Prohibitory Liquor 
Law. An Essay. By Wm. B. Weeden. [lbmo. 
—pp. 323. J Boston ; Roberts Brothers. 
At a t ime when there is so much discussion 
and agitation in regard to prohibitory liquor 
laws, this work will prove a timely contribu¬ 
tion to the literature of the subject. The 
author opens his Introductory by asserting that 
“This is not an argument for or against total 
Kingsley’s Hypatia has beeu dramatized by 
W. G. Wills. 
Rossetti Is lecturing In the provinces. Shel¬ 
ley Is the subject of his discourse. 
Sidney Dobell’s poetical works are brought 
out, in two volumes, by Smith & Elder, London. 
Alexandre Dumas has promised to write a 
five-act drama fortbe French Theater in Berlin. 
The Author's Publishing (Jo. of this city will 
issue a series of Handy Pamphlets on a variety 
of taking topics. 
Miss E. C. Field. S06 Broadway, is finishing 
an unusually flue flower piere forth© forthcom¬ 
ing Academy Exhibition. 
A statue bust of Harm Christian Andersen, 
the celebrated novelist and poet, is to be erect¬ 
ed in Copenhagen by public subscription. 
A pension of 1,200 francs a year has been ac¬ 
corded to t he widow of the French painter Mil¬ 
let, on the proposition of the Director of Fine 
Arts. 
Titian’s fatuous painting, “ Danse,” has been 
purchased from the Prince Buoncompagui of 
Bologna, for 630,000 francs, by the Emperor of 
Russia. 
The Brooklyn Art Association opened on 
Monday evening the first exhibition in that city 
of the American Society of Painters in Water 
Colors. 
Guy Mannering, by Sir Walter Scott, has 
been published by T. B. Peterson & Bro„ in 
their series of cheap editions of Scott’s Novels, 
heretofore noticed. 
The German painter, Richard Zimmerman, 
died recently in Munich at the age of fifty-four 
years. Also, Baron de Bamberg, at Munich, a 
celebrated German historical painter. 
The son of Robert Browning and the lament¬ 
ed Elizabeth Barrel Browning shows good prom¬ 
ise as an artist. He is devoting himself to paint¬ 
ing as a profession, with great assiduity. 
Lady Talkourd, the widow of Sir Thomas 
Noon Talfourd, the author of Ion, died at Mar¬ 
gate, recently, aged 83. In early life Lady Tal- 
fnurd was an accomplished artist In water 
olors. 
Harper A Brothers of New York, says the 
London Athenaeum, have forwarded already 
£1,000 for the family of Dr. Livingstone, as a 
return from the edition of the “ Last Journals,” 
published by that house. 
Mrs. Proctor will publish the autobiography 
left by Mr, Proctor (Barry Cornwall) In the 
course of the year. As Mrs. Proctor knew 
many of the distinguished men of the present 
century, the book la likely to he oj interest. 
“Address of the Hon. Marshall F. Wilder, 
and the other Proceedings at the annual meet¬ 
ing of the New England Historic, Genealogical 
Society, J ah. 6, 1876." The address is able and 
eloquent, and the other proceedings replete 
with interest. 
Hon. A. G. Biddle, who has gained a satis¬ 
factory reputation by his two stories of Ameri¬ 
can life, “Bart Ridgely.” and “The Portrait," 
has written a novel of Washington society, 
entitled ” Alice Brand." which D. Appleton A 
Co., are about to publish. 
Three accomplished daughters of Professor 
John Morgan of Oberlin are now engaged in 
the work of instruction at Munich, Bavaria, 
where they have a family school for young la¬ 
dies, which offers excellent opportunities for 
art studies, languages and general culture. 
Dodd & Mead make several Important an¬ 
nouncements, among which are Dr. John Hall's 
Yale Lectures on Preaching, now being deliv¬ 
ered in New Haven; Dr. Storr’s " Preaching 
Without Notes," a course of lectures delivered 
to the students or Union Seminary, New York. 
The Swiss Family ‘Robinson, which has de¬ 
lighted almost as many children as Robinson 
Crusoe itself, though not to be compared with 
Defoe’s work for quality, was written by Jo¬ 
hann Rudolph Wyes, a Swiss preacher, and pub¬ 
lished at Zurich in 1812. He died in 1850, just 
on the verge of his seventieth year. The “ con¬ 
tinuation" was written by the Baroness de 
Montalieu, and published in Paris in 1824. 
The old merchant sat in his large, comfort¬ 
able arm chair, before a bright coal fire burn¬ 
ing cheerily in the grate, thinking. By the 
furniture of the room, the costly paintings on 
the wall, the well-finished library, you might 
readily see that he was a man of wealth. Forty 
years ago be had come to the city of New York 
a poor country lad, with «nly a few cents In his 
pocket, but with the earnest resolve to make 
his fortune. And he succeeded : for Fortune 
had smiled upon him and helped him over the 
rough place* In life, while the fickle dame had 
cruelly overlooked many of his fellows. But, 
alas, while so blindly rushing onward to his 
golden goal, all his better foelings had departed 
from him : human kindness and sympathy fled 
from him, leaving oulv a stern, strict man of 
business. He was well aware that business was 
rather dull and money rather scarce; but was 
all this “fuss" about the hard times true? 
Was (her© really as much suffering and misery 
as people chose to make out?—He was debat¬ 
ing this question with himself on the evening 
of which I write. 
“ Are half or these stories of want and misery 
true ?” be at, length said, aloud. 
“ Come with me, my friend, and you Bhall 
♦ hen decide for yoursolf concerning the suffer¬ 
ings of the poor." 
The merchant was startled at this sudden 
voice, and turning around he mot the benev¬ 
olent face of a man — a stranger to him. “ I 
called upon you In reference to the very busi¬ 
ness in which I find you *o deeply absorbed,” 
2 aid the stranger to the merchant’s interroga¬ 
tive glance. “But come with rne and I will 
show you what true poverty is.” 
The merchant hat ed to leave hia warm, com¬ 
fortable parlor and emerge into the cold and 
snowy streets. But the philanthropist at length 
prevailed upou him, and the two started off in 
company. 
It was a bitter cold night, and the keen, pierc¬ 
ing wind drove the falling snow Into the faces 
of the two pedestrians as they plowed their way 
down to the lower part of the city. And now 
they were well down Into the city; the houses 
they now were passing were no longer the 
stately mansions of Fifth and Madison Ave¬ 
nues, but dingy tenements, every one crowded 
with poor, half-starved creatures —creatures 
mad for a bone or a crust of bread, anything to 
save them from starving. Oh, the misery and 
woe of those poor, distressed creatures 1 God 
be merciful to them !—remember they are Thy 
children. 
At length the two turned down an alley, worse 
if possible, than the street they bad just been 
traversing; the alley lined on each side with 
those horrible tenement houses, and reeking 
with filth and festering garbage. They stopped 
before one of the many ill-looking tenements, 
and, without knocking, the stranger entered 
and, followed by the merchant, ascended the 
stairs. Up the creaking staircase they went, 
away up to the fourth story. Here they stopped 
and the stranger knocked at a door. It was 
opened by a child of about ten years—lust the 
age of the merchant’s youngest daughter. Her 
hollow cheeks and pinched look told only too 
plainly that the poor little thing was half starv¬ 
ed. The merchant started as he thought of 
his own ten-year-old daughter, surrounded by 
every luxury money could purchase, and a 
strange feeling came over him—one to which 
he had long been a stranger. They entered the 
room. What a dismal place! —so dreary and 
desolate! No lire In the stove, and many of 
the window panes were broken, and through 
these the snow came drifting in, forming one 
pure white winding sheet. The poor half- 
starved creatures lay huddled together In a 
corner, freezing and starving to death. All 
around the room, the merchant saw plainly 
written, as in letters of black, “ hard times.” 
“ GOD forgive me!” be said, “ for my hard- 
heartedness." Ills selfish spirit was broken 
he gave the family some money and promised 
to call the next day. As he emerged Into the 
street, he turned to speak to bis companion, 
but lie was gone. 'Then an angel chorus seem¬ 
ed to sing around him. and these were the 
words they sang: — “ Faith, Hope, Charity — 
these three: but the greatest of these Is Char¬ 
ity ” He started and awoke. The fire had 
burned low in the grate, and the room felt 
cold, like the tenement bouse of his dream. 
He walked to ♦ he window and looked out. The 
storm had ceased, and the moon shone out on 
the pure white anow with a pale, silvery light. 
And as he stood gating out of the window he 
seemed again to hear that angel chorus, chant¬ 
ing the sublime old anthem—“ Faith, Hope, 
Charity—these three : but the greatest of these 
is Charity.” 
