House Beautiful, which is believed by many to represent Christian communion, which could hardly be enlarged upon in a design like mine; while the present altered appearance of Vanity Fair has compelled me to wander still farther from my original, if I would draw a picture that could be recognised at the present day, and be useful to the rising generation.

Such as it is, I earnestly pray the Lord of pilgrims to vouchsafe His blessing on my little work. To point out to His dear children the holy guiding light which marks the strait gate, and the narrow path of life, and bid them God speed on their way, is an office which I most earnestly desire, yet of which I feel myself unworthy. I may at least hope to lead my young readers to a nobler instructor, to induce them to peruse with greater interest and deeper profit the pages of the Pilgrim's Progress, and to apply to their own characters. and their own lives, the precious truths conveyed in that allegory.

A. L. O. E.

THE

YOUNG PILGRIM.

CHAPTER I.

THE PILGRIM'S CALL.

"I dreamed, and, behold, I saw a man clothed with rags standing in a certain place, with his face from his own house, a book in his hand, and a great burden upon his back.”—Pilgrims Progress.

"Is this the way to the ruins of St. Frediswed's shrine?" said a clergyman to a boy of about twelve years of age, who stood leaning against the gate of a field.

They are just here, sir,” replied the peasant, proceeding to open the gate.

"Just wait a moment," cried a bright-haired boy who accompanied the clergyman; "that is your way, this is mine," and he vaulted lightly over the gate.

"So these are the famous ruins!" he ex