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THE PILGRIMS PROGRESS.

Jé was found sticking in the mud,
Just above Harlem Chase ;
I fear the poor child’s perished there,
For ’tis a frightful place.”
Then louder grew the ladies’ grief ;
But soon their hearts were cheered,
When a footman grand, with a note in his hand,
From the distant Hall appeared.

Aunt Ruth now read the note, and cried,
“Oh, sister, all is well!

The child is safe at Brookland Hall,
With Lady Arundel,

Who wants to keep her for a month ; _
Why, yes; I think she may—

Such fricads as Lady Arundel
Are not met with every day.

“ Our compliments, and thanks to her,

When you return, young man;
We'll call to-morrow at the Hail,
And see Miss Marian.”
Then came a burst of grateful joy,
That could not. be suppressed,
And, with thankful hearts and many tears,
The ladies went to rest.

We'll take a peep at our Marian now,
There in her bed lies she;

How blissful were her dreams that night,
In the arms of Piety.

Oh, that happy month at Brookland Hall,
How soon it passed away !

Cheerful and good were Marian’s friends,
And who so kind as they? .

And, more than all, while there she stayed,
They did their best to bring
The little Jamb to that blest fold
Where reigns the Shepherd King,
For many a lesson ne’er forgot,
The little Marian learned ;
And a thoughtful and a happier child
She to her home returned.