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Learns to squander-They quarrel-his love's turn'd to hate,
And soon Blue-eyed Mary is left to her fate.

Still of beauty possess'd, and not yet void of shame,
With a heart that recoils at the prostitute's name,
She tries for a service--her character's gone
And for skill at her needle, alas ! 'tis unknown.
Pale Want now approaches--the pawnbroker's near,
And her trinkets and clothes, one by one, disappear;
Till at length sorely pinch'd, and quite desperate grown,
The poor Blue-eyed Mary is forced on the town.

In a brothel next see her, trick'd out to allure,
And all ages, all humours, compell’d to endure;
Compell’d, tho' disgusted, to wheedle and feign,
With an aspect all smiles, and a bosom all pain,
Now.caress'd, now insulted; now flatter'd, now scorned;
And by ruffians and drunkards oft wantonly spurn'a,
This worst of all misery she's doom’d to endure,
For the poor Blue-eyed Mary is now an impure..

Whilst thus the barb'd arrow sinks deep in her soul, She flies for relief to that traitor the bowl ; Grows stupid and bloated, and lost to all shame, Whilst a dreadful disease is pervading her frame. Now with eyes dim and languid, the once blooming maid, In a garret, on straw, faint and helpless is laid : Oh mark her pale cheek! see, she scarce draws her breath, And, lo! her blue eyes are now seald up in death.

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The divine instructions I have heard in that CHAPEL, which I

must always think a little heaven, (the door to heaven I am sure : it has been to me—those instructions will never be erased from my mind

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HISTORY OF A MAGDALEN. Sohbet !.WRITTEN BY HERSELF. in 1915... ... Your bounty is beyond my speaking; ''But tho" my mouth be dumb, my heart shall thank you; .

And when it melts before the throne of mercy,
My fervent soul shall breathe forth prayers for you;.

That Heav'n, will pay you back, when most you need " The grace and goodness you have shown to me."

et d'assist2":trul II B: 101 mobily SIR,

. : obil U : DHOUGH I can scarcely hope that my mean and

upadorsed essay can be worthy a place in your paper, yet I am prompted so strougly by gratitude, that I must make the attempt; and should esteem it particularly kind, if you would enable me to spread as exyol. t.


tensively as I can my present felicity, and the blessed source of it. : ;

Without further .preface, Sir, I must inform you that I am one of those, who owe life and happiness; erery comfort and every "hope, to that happy place the MAGDALEN.House. Believe me in what 1 deliver; for I do assure you in the most solemn manner that it is the strictest truth. I was amongst the first who sought that hospitable dwelling; and alas ! it makes my very blood run chill, to reflect upon my situation when admitted into that house ! Was there ever such ah object of pity and distress! Abandoned by every friend I bäd; abhoring my dire business, but obliged to continue it for bread; almost naked; broken-hearted; without a roof to receive me; without an eye to pity me; · without any kind Christian to look on and rescue me.

People, Sir, think that no hard usage is bad enough for us in that state: but, indeed, if they knew all, they would not think so. For as bad a creature as I might seem, I would have given the world to have been employed ia any honest means of livelihood: though there was a time when I should have thought servile employ much beneath me. But, alas ! times were sorely changed, and my affliction was greater than could be fancied. If you indulge me by printing this, perhaps, when I can get a little time I may send you some short account of my misfortunes, to-shew that we are not all such objects of every body's worst contempt and insults. But I beg pardon for running from my subject; women's pens, Sir, are not used to order.

In my calamitous distress I applied to the MAGDALENHOUSE ; and I was received with all that humanity which distinguishes the worthy managers of it. I fancied and foreboded every good to myself, when, on the day of

to admission


admission, I perceived many of the gentlemen wipe their eyes while I was relating some of my early miseries ! for alas ! Sir, though I am old in grief, I have yet but seen nineteen years! It is impossible for me to describe, as, 1 ought, the comforts I found in that house. I was Deatly clothed, satisfactorily employed, and had such: provisions as the very best would be contented with. But these were small to the comforts abounding to my mind: the divine instructions I have heard in that chapel, which I must always think a little heaven, (the door to heaven I am sure it has been to me,) those instructions will never be erased from my mind! They bave calmed my troubled soul, and convinced me that my repentance will not be in vain ; that my resolutions of virtae, through grace, will not be ineffectual, Resola utions! Oh! Sir, can it be possible that any of us, who have so much experienced the miseries of vice, can ever return to it again? This, I think, must be impossible: /

To speak of every thing commendable and humane in the house, would exceed my present limits. Nothing! surely can be better calculated for the relief, the comfort, the information, of poor unhappy girls; and the gentlemen act like fathers indeed. Satisfied with my behaviour, our worthy Treasurer was so kind, come few weeks since, as to inform me, that if I chose to accept it, a place offered tolerably advantageous, and he would recommend me. I desired his, and our incomparable matron's advice; and in consequence of that, have accepted it. I was fitted out with all things proper and decent, much beyond iny wish or expectation; and am . happily situated with a worthy lady, whose amiable behaviour makes me perfectly blest.; and, be satisfied, my, whole study shall be to please her; and to shew myself sensible of those divine mercies which I have experien,



satisfaction ane breasts ed a poor girno lises !

ced, in the deliverance of both body and soul from death . vn; . . .

"y Now Sir, all I wish is, that this may be known for the satisfaction of those concerned in this noble charity; whose humane breasts it must fill with pleasure, to think they have redeemed a poor girl from the depth of misery ; 'a girl not yet twenty; who lives happy and peaceful through their bounty ; lives to pray for and to bless them every day! May the Lord of Heaven érown thein with all their heart's wishes ; and increase the number of those daily, who are friends to this glorious design, to the advantages of which, 'not myself only, but numbers are already witnesses. POLLY **** is a comfortable instance. This charity has saved her poor mother's life; with whom she now lives : and I would fair káve persuaded her to write to you. I believe I should have deferred it myself, sometime longer, if it had not Leen for an accident, which happened last night," and which determined me in my purpose; a's I was led to hope, that, perhaps, this notice in your paper, may be seen by soine unfortunate girls who may be curious to read å letter from one, unhappy enough to have been of their number': though, thank God, by miracle almost, rescued and saved. And great need there is for thanks; for as 1 más about to tell you, Sir, last night, as I was going cross our square on an errand for my mistress, a poor creature, in a sad hollow tone, begged me, for Christ's sake, to give her a bit of bread. I turned to look ať lier, and she was almost naked, with a tattered blanket thrown over her, and an old handkerchief tied about her bead. She asked, very pressingly, for a piece of bread, 'ohly a crust, any thing to relieve her hunger. I thought I knew something of the voice; and taking her to the next lamp--- Blessed Father! can I ever enough express my horror and

. surprise !

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