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Mary, the daught. of Joh. Bonion, bapt., July 20, 1650 Elizabeth, the daughter of John Bonyon, was born 14th day of April, 1654. Thomas Bonion of the town of Bedford, and Elizabeth of the parish of Elstow, were married, May 10, 1656. Ann Bonyonn, Widdo, was buried, 12th day of April, 1659. Thos. Bunyan, buried, Feby. 7th, 1675. Ann Bunyon, Widdo, buried in Woolen, September 25, 1680.
She was sorry that he had lost his mother; but she found herself fervently hoping that he would not be so very dismal, and even that he might laugh a little occasionally, when anything particularly amusing should occur. "Well, daught, how goes it?" And Allie found herself in her father's arms, and then released, as Mr. Burnam added, "Here, Charlie, this is your Cousin Alice."
The whole Court attended When he was pleasd to speake, and, with such murmours As glad Spectators in a Theater Grace their best Actors with, they ever heard him; When to have had a sight of him was held A prosperous omen; when no eye gazd on him That was not filld with admiration, not As now with scorne or pitty. Daught. I have hope yet To see an alteration. Wife.
And he seated himself in his worn old easy-chair, and took up the book he had laid aside an hour before. It was less than two weeks after the Reverend Gabriel's call upon Louise, that Mr. Burnam came up from his office, one noon, with a letter in his hand. "Well, daught," he called, as Allie ran out to meet him; "where's mamma? I have some news for her." "News! What is it?
Please me! what please me? that I send thee, Girle, To some of my great Masters to beg for me. Didst thou meane so? Daught. I meane, Sir Bar. Thou art too charitable To prostitute thy beutie to releeve me; With thy soft kisses to redeeme from fetters The stubborne fortune of thy wretched father. Daught. I understand ye not. Bar. I hope thou do'st not. Daught. My Lady Mother, Sir Bar.
His Goverment is gon, too; and the Soldier, O, the falce Soldier! What! wouldst thou have a husband? Goe, marry an English Captaine, and hee'll teach thee How to defy thy father and his fortune. I cannot eate; I have no stomach, Girle. Daught. Good Sir, be patient. Bar. No news from Grotius? No flow of frends there? Hoger-beets lye still, too? Away: ile come anon. Daught. Bar.
Prethee, good Girle, Be not so cruell to thy aged father To somme up all his miseries before him. Daught. I come, Sir, to entreat your Company. Bar. I am not alone. Daught. My Mother will not eate, Sir. What fitt is this! Bar. There can be no attonement: I know the Prince: Vandort is fleshd upon me, And Bredero, though he be of noble nature, Dare not step in. Wher's my Son William?
There were other matters on which Elinor much wished to talk with her father and, with more reluctance than she had yet experienced, she left him to hear what Mrs. Fletcher might have to say. The conference was brief enough, whatever its nature, for presently his voice was heard at the foot of the stairs. "I'm going over to the depot a few minutes, Daught. I wish to see Burleigh.
Charlie's face cleared a little, as he looked into her great blue eyes and watched the changing expressions of her fresh young face, so pretty and bright in its soft, warm setting of fur. "Why didn't Howard come down with you, daught?" asked Mr. Burnam, as he took his place beside them, and the carriage, turning from the station, drove away up the street towards the house.
My thancks Poyzd equally with those faire services I have done the States, I should walk confidently Upon this high-straind danger. O, this end swayes me, A heavy bad opinion is fixt here That pulls me of; and I must downe for ever. Enter Daughter Daught. Sir, will it please ye Bar. Ha! Daught. Will it please ye, Sir Bar.
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