, 1872-10-16

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voices, and listleaBly watching the stream Of
strange faces drifting steadily past,
the swelling notes Of the great
organ in Trinity Church attracted
my attention, and walked in to listen amoment
to the music, and look at the 1arge and fashion
able audience gathered there for worship, etc.
As I was stranger, end did not send up my
card, was not invited to take seat, and, soon
tiring Of standing, walked out into the old
churchyard, which, to the everlasting credit Of
still left undisturted in the heart OF this great,
hurrying, bustling, metropolitan city stopped
at last before plain slab of sandstone, lying on
the surface otthe ground, bearing the simple in
scriptioni
CHARLOTTE TEMPLE.
Other name, or date, there is none; but there is
an oblong chamfer cut in the stone which once
held metallic plate, on which Was inscribed the
real name and date OF death Of the unfortunate
young and beautiful woman, whose sad life and
tragic death, nearly q hundred years ago, form
ed the basis OF the affecting story over which
our fathers and mothers wept for many year.
and over which you, perchance, if we'll advanced
in age to-day, may have shed unbidden tears in
the days that are agone." It is said that the
plate was stolen soon after the slab was 1aid,-
some thought because Of it's value, it contain
ing 3 portion Of silver; others, because
it was desired to suppress the fact Of the real
the surviving relatives. Whatever may
have beon the motive, the secret has perished,
and only one in a hundred Thousand Of the read
novel was in truth :sfounded On fact,'' and that
the unhappy heroine of that ss DER true tale''
really sleeps her last sleep within twenty-five
feet Of the sidewalk on Broadway, in
the old buryingground at the head
ss les leas feS, ha7e eA'' ufsiad e thoughtlessly
thousands Of times. And, for al that, why
should they care to know about the last resting
place Of our heroine Of romance Is there not
about the same amount Of unwrltten, unspoken
There are secrets as sad, and stories Of suffer-
ings perhaps only 3 little less Deep. hidden in
every grave, in every churchyard. It is only the
exceptional cases which come to the surface,
and, passing into history, attract the sympathy
Of mankind. The deepest tragedies, the saddest
disappointment, are never known, are seldom
even Suspected, by those most familiar with the
everyday lives Of the-to outward seeming
commonplace men and women who are the real
heroes and hocoines thereof
IN NEW ENGLAND.
meant in this to tell you something OF What
sew and heard in recent trip through New
England, on . flying visit to the q Hub OF the
Universe J" but I find my allotted space almost
maeS to tel off, S liz eoan hs Is es iog ing
very beautiful, even at this late Season OF the
wear. am not sure but 1t is more beautiful
than at any other season. The srcubby woods
Of New England are not imposing for their
autumn, they are wonderfully beautiful to look
upon, though the effect is saddening On the
whole. We, on the shores Of the Pacific, hare
no such season as the New England autumn,
and, as have not looked upon such scene for
more than t I'll thirty ,d5a it had naxs1 an m n
part BY description or otherwise to
my readera. By the by, what has become
Of the much Taunted forests Of New England
did not see tree, in my trip from New York
saw-log, and all the little groves appeared to be
just starting into existence: One friend pointed
out to me, with enthusiastic pride, forty-acre
patch of chapparal, and asked me triumphantly
what thought of it. told him that il the
or ba cost araauas nRa lie ousht to ha7e ana
good ffhing Of it. His children might
cut hoop.poles, and his grandchildren
fsh-poles, there. For the present, would call
it about fair average ramrod-ranch; it might
the acre And he called it ia forestl" The
stony fields, cut up into little patches, like
kitchen garden-plata, and carefully fenced With
stone-walls; to keep in or keep out what could
not we'll imagine, look odd to q Californian, &C
customed to the sight Of wheat-de1ds stretching
to the horizon, and vineyards which empurple the
whole hill-sides. cav few fine horses here
and there, and one herd of five fine sheep in
Connecticut For, game, I saw Two hawks III
Central Massachusetts, and live woodchuck--
the last Of his race, T think-near Stamford,
Conn; and - we'll, that was about all I did
see, except houses, businessmen, and pale, con-
sumptire-looking. bloodleeE-ipped, sal1ow Wom-
en- and children, whose oo1orless faces and elen-
der limbs, SO unlike those of our own darlings on
the shores Of the Pacific, were not pleasant to
look upon. am satisfied with this visit, and
shall count the days impatiently until turn my
face once more toward the setting sun.
For years, tile readers Of The TRIBUNE have
done me the honor to read my letters on matters
and things in the Golden State and the adjacent
Territories Of the Pacific Slope OF the Continent.
will now ask them to follow me into strange
lands and stranger scenes. My next will be
written beneath the palm-groye Of the Tropics.
ddios! ALTAMoNTE.