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Entered according to Act of Convene. i„ June, 1867. by J. W. 8,.„ A Cos., in the Clerk’* Office of the District Court of the United States for the So. District of Gcor*,„. Vol. I. Written for Burke’s Weekly. THE LITTXjE PILGRIM. tITTLE Marian lived in a large old house, with her two kind maiden Aunts, s a very happy r though she felt as if playmates T would be better than birds or flowers, her aunts were so kind, and her story books so full of interest, that many lone ly hours were made to pass pleasantly away in their dear companionship. Marian’s favorite haunt in summer was a large old apple tree, under whose spreading boughs she sat for many an hour with her favorite book on her knee. This book was the “Pil grim’s Progress,” and Marian lot ed it dearly, although there were many things in it which sbe did not quite understand. She read it in her little bed, and hi win te r by the fire, and in summer time it was always her companion under the old apple tree. But, although a precious book, there were many things in it to puzzle a young brain, und Marian had no kind friend to explain its meaning to her, for though her aunts were very kind, they were not very wise, mid only said to her, when she w r ent to them for an explanation,— u Don’t read so, child, for you will sure ty hurt your eyes.” But this did not satisfy little Marian, who continued to read, until strange, wild "visions began to fill her little head. One morning, after eating her break fast of mush and milk, she took her bon net, and with her favorite book, went to her accustomed place under the old apple MACON, GA, FEBRUARY 8, 1868. » . tree. Here she read until she almost im agined that she could nearly see Christian and his wife and children, on their way to the Holy City; and she thought that they had only done what she must do. At length she said: “I’ll take my little Bible and seek the road to Heaven. I’ll try to find the little wicket gate, and get j rid of my burden of sins.” But she did not wish to go without her ; two aunts, who had always been so kind to her, but she thought to herself, “It is J no use to ask them to go with me. They j are so old, and deaf, and lame, that they ! would certainly think it too much of a task. So I must go alone; but I must not let them know, for if I do, like poor LITTLE MARIAN. Christian’s friends, they will try to persuade me not to go. So I must wait until they go away to spend the day, and then I’ll leave this pleasant home, and go upon my pilgrimage.” She had not long to wait, as my little readers will find out next week, for I shall tell them all about little Marian’s pilgrim age. O “ My Candle will soon be Out.” One cold damp night, a city missionary was visiting in his district, feeling chilled in heart almost as much as in body. He no longer felt courage to address himself to souls, and was almost in despair. He entered a house to rest, and passing a small room, the door of which was half open, he perceived a poor young sempstress working be fore a little table by the light of a candle. She was sewing rap idly— her needle and thread moved so quick one could hardly see them. For a moment she stopped, glanced at the short end of the candle which lighted her, then she began again with yet great er haste. “I must make haste,” said she; “for my candle will soon be out, and I have not another.” Hearing these words, the missionary felt as though a word in season had awa kened his drooping spirit. God, by this young needle-woman, sent him a message. He cheered up his heart, saying to him self: “ I also must work while it is day ; for the night cometh, in which no man can work.” jßssT The eye strays not while under the guidance of reason. O No. 32