New-York tribune., 1881-03-24
ROMANCE IN REAL LIFE.

Ifon an mid read IN a novel of the daughter Oh
IN Englisb Earl claiming with poor music master,
coming to America and in default OF music pupiIs'
snpportlnC herself and her husband by wrItlng LOT
the magazines and newspapers IL he Should iutthei
read of her engaged as q teacher In NeW-EnSIanu
school: if he should then further read Oh
her diving far from her family and friends,
at the early age of thirtyfye years. the story woulu
seem to meet all the conditions of circulating Ii
'brary romance, and to be worthy Oh tne u'u"i
need of tears aud sighs.
Yet all this is precisely what has happened in the
case of Lady Blanche Murphy, who died in North
Conway, n H., on Tuesday last Anyone can look
ND her birth in Lodges Pcerlge-" Lady Blanche
| Elizabeth Mary -Annunciata, b. 25 March, 1S45"
The motto will be found in the same fascinating
volume of the house of Gainsborougl-" Tout o'eH on
rien, ," translated "All or nothing| which reminds
us of the title of one of Drydens plays" All For
Love, or the World Well Lost" Her Ladyship,
whether writing for the newspapers IN New-1Ork, or
teaching school in New-Hampshre. was true
to the legend of her race. We know little that IS
particular about her; she may or may not nave
been personally beautiful well informed she EVIL
IDENTIFY was and even accomplished; ana she eA-
bibied pluck and endurance ami industry aud an ac-
ceDanco of the situation to which her affections had
brought her, winch 1t Is impossible not to admire.
When her father offered to receive her in her old
home if she would give up her husband. she instantly
| declined the Invitation. She seems TO have had a
good Oll-fa-hOned constant heart. OF a kind which
IL not so COMMON it once was, and which Is des-
tined, fear. the world goes on in its peculiar
civilization to become Except in novels rarer STILL
We do not say that it is good thing in itself for the
daughter of an Earl to eoDe with n musIc-master.
or TO marry in opposition to the wishes of her noble
father; but there is something beautiful III the
courage and peTslstcncp of this Lady Blanche, and
in the fidelity with which sho adhered TO the du-
biOn5 fortunes of her husband
People will naturally say that she must have
been very unhappy. On the contrary, she was prob
ably not unhappy at all. Her anxiety to marry her
self out of he peerage great that OF many
yonng adics Is to marry themselves into it. She had
| her own way and that was a great deal. She had
tie husband OF her choice. aud trust that he was
worthy OF her devotion. She kept bualiy at her
| work and had 40 time for signing. The home which
she left may or may not have been happy one, but
she lett It to make home of her own. When she
died many difficulties had been surmounte1 and
the future was brighter. II the novel had Only been
a little longer it might have ended even brilliantly.
Doubtless many romancrs are continually occur
ring in real life quite strange and striking as TINS
which we afe considering. They lack only this ele-
ment or the other which, if they had it, would put
them into the newspapers. What they teach is the
really uniform character of most of our social life.
Thouaands upon thousands pass through existence
ylthout doing anything winch in the least aStonlshes
any body. 40 wonder that line Of Gray" They kept
the even tenor Of their WAYS in eyerybody's
mouth. 1t il the biography of the million When
anything little out of the usual occurs 1t is much
talked Of until something still Older, or at least
fresber supplants it. Then we lift up both hands
| and exclalm: Truth is stranger than fiction"
1t would be wiser to say that fiction, kept within
due bounds and free from wild Improbabllity, IS
merely truth-a record Of something which has ac-
tualIy happened with the names lett out. The Lady
Barchc Murph, Il 60 INTO a hundred DovelS and
we dare say that she has been i'll half a dozen al
ready.