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The pilgrim's progress, in words of one syllable Godolphin, Mary; [Bunyan, John, 1628-1688] 1882

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Pilgrims Progress
9 Lafayette Place.
Uniform with this Volume, in
Words of One Syllable.
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•pM'^jS I went through the wild waste
jjEj H of this world, I came to a place
^sSil where there was a den, and I
lay down in it to sleep. While I slept,
I had a dream, and lo! I saw a man
whose clothes were in rags, and he stood
with his face from his own house, with
a book in his hand, and a great load
on his back. I saw him read from the
leaves of a book, and as he read, he
wept and shook with fear; and at length
he broke out with a loud cry, and said,
What shall I do to save my soul ?
So in this plight he went home, and
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as iong as he could he held his peace,
that his wife and babes should not see
his grief. But at length he told them
his mind, and thus he spoke,—O my
dear wife, and you my babes, I, your
dear friend, am full of woe, for a load
lies hard on me; and more than this,
I have been told that our town will be
burnt with fire, in which I, you my wife,
and you my sweet babes, shall be lost,
if means be not found to save us.
This sad tale struck all who heard him
with awe, not that they thought what he
said to them was true, but that they had
fears that some weight must be on his
mind; so, as night now drew near, they
were in hopes that sleep might soothe
his brain, and with all haste they got
him to bed.
When the morn broke, they sought
to know how he did ?    He told them,
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Worse and worse; and he set to talk
once more in the same strain as he had
done; but they took no heed of it. By
and by, to drive off his fit, they spoke
harsh words to him ; at times they would
laugh, at times they would chide, and
then set him at nought. So he went to
his room to pray for them, as well as
to nurse his own grief. He would go,
too, in the woods to read and muse,
and thus for some weeks he spent his
Now I saw, in my dream, that one
day as he took his walk in the fields
with his book in his hand, he gave a
groan,—for he felt as if a cloud were on
his soul,—and he burst out as he was
wont to do, and said, Who will save
me ? I saw, too, that he gave wild
looks this way and that, as if he would
r hoff;  yet he stood still, for he could
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not tell which way to go. At last, a
man, whose name was Evangelist, came
up to him and said, Why dost thou
weep ?
He said, Sir, I see by this book
in my hand that I am to die, and
that then God will judge me. Now
I dread to die.
Evangelist.—Why do you fear to die,
since this life is fraught with woe ?
The man said, I fear lest a hard
doom should wait me, and that this load
on my back will make me sink down, till
at last, I shall find I am in Tophet.
If this be your case, said Evangelist,
why do you stand still ?
But the man said, I know not where
to go.
Then he gave him a scroll with these
words on it, " Fly from the wrath to
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When the man read it he said,
Which way must I fly ?
Evangelist held out his hand to point
to a gate in a wide field, and said, Do
you see the Wicket Gate ?
The man said, No.
Do you see that light ?
He then said, I think I do.
Keep that light in your eye, quoth
Evangelist, and go straight up to it;
so shall you see the gate, at which, when
you knock, it shall be told you what
you are to do.
Then I saw in my dream that Christian—for that was his name—set off to
Now he had not gone far from his
own  door, when his  wife  and young
ones, who saw him, gave a loud wail to
*beg of him to come back; but the man
put   his  hands   to   his  ears,   and ran
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on with a cry of " Life! Life !" The
friends of his wife, too, came out
to see him run, and as he went, some
were heard to mock him, some to use
threats, and there were two who set off
to fetch him back by force, the names
of whom were Obstinate and Pliable.
Now, by this time, the man had gone
a good way off, but at last they came up
to him.
Then said Christian, Friends, why
•are you come ?
To bid you go back with us, said
But, quoth he, that can by no
means be; you dwell in The City of
Destruction, the place where I, too, was
born. I know it to be so, and there
you will die and sink down to a place
which burns with fire; be wise, good
friends, and come with me.
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What! and leave our goods, and all
our kith and kin ?
Yes, said Christian, for that all
which you might leave is but a grain to
that which I seek, and if you will go
with me and hold it firm, you shall fare
as well as I ; for there, where I go, you
will find all you want and to spare.
Come with me and prove my words.
Obstinate.—What are the things you
seek, since you leave all the world to
find them ?
Christian.—I seek those joys that fade
not, which are laid up in a place of bliss
—safe there for those who go in search
of them. Read it so, if you will, in my
Obstinate.—Tush! Off, with your
book.    Will you go back with us or no ?
Christian.—No, not I, for I have laid
my hand to the plough.
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Obstinate.—Come, friend Pliable, let
us turn back and leave him; there is a
troop of such fools who, when they take
up with a whim by the end, are more
wise in their own eyes than ten men
who know how to think.
Pliable.—Nay, do not scorn him ; if
what the good Christian says is true,
the things he looks to are of more worth
than ours: my heart leans to what he
Obstinate.—What! more fools still!
Go back, go back, and be wise.
Christian.—Nay, but do you come
with your friend Pliable; there are such
things to be had as those I just spoke
of, and more too,. If you give no heed
to me, read here in this book which
comes to us from God, who could not
Pliable.—Well, friend   Obstinate,
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think now I have come to a point; and
I mean to go with this good man, and
to cast my lot in with his. Then said
he to Christian, Do you know the way
to the place you speak of?
Christian.—I am told by a man
whose name is Evangelist, to do my
best to reach a gate that is in front of
us, where I shall be told how to find
the way.
So they went on side by side.
Obstinate.—And I will go back to
my place; I will not be one of such
vain folk.
Now I saw in my dream, that when
Obstinate was gone back, Christian and
Pliable set off to cross the plain, and
they spoke thus as they went:—
Christian.—Well, Pliable, how do
you do now ? I am glad you have a mind
to go with me.
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Pliable.—Come, friend Christian,
since there are none but we two here,
tell me more of the things of which we
go in search.
Christian.—I can find them in my
heart, though I know not how to speak
of them with my tongue; but yet, since
you wish to know, this book tells us of
a world that has no bounds, and a life
that has no end.
Pliable.—Well said, and what else ?
Christian.—That there are crowns of
light in store for us, and robes that will
make us shine like the sun.
Pliable.—This, too, is good; and what
else ?
Christian.—That there shall be no
more care nor grief; for he that owns the
place will wipe all tears from our eyes.
Pliable.—And what friends shall we
find there ?
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Christian.—There we shall be with
all the saints, in robes so bright that our
eyes will grow dim to look on them.
There shall we meet those who in this
world have stood out for the faith, and
have been burnt on the stake, and
thrown to wild beasts, for the love they
bore to the Lord. They will not harm
us, but will greet us with love, for they
all walk in the sight of God.
Pliable.—But how shall we get to
share all this ?
Christian.—The Lord of that land
saith, if we wish to gain that world we
shall be free to have it.
Pliable.—Well, my good friend, glad
am I to hear of these things: come on,
let us mend our pace.
Christian.—I can not go so fast as I
would, for this load on my back.
Then I saw in my dream that just as
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they had come to an end of this talk,
they drew near to a slough that was in
the midst of the plain, and as they took
no heed, they both fell in. The name
of the slough was Despond. Here they
lay for a time in the mud ; and the load
that Christian had on his back made
him sink all the more in the mire.
Pliable.—Ah .'friend Christian, where
are you now ?
Christian.—In truth, I do not know.
Then Pliable said to his friend, " Is
this the bliss of which you have told me
all this while ? If we have such ill speed
when we first set out, what may we look
for 'twixt this and the end of our way ?
And with that he got out of the mire on
that side Oi the slough which was next
to his own house; then off he went, and
Christian saw him no more.
So Christian was left to strive in the
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Slough of Despond as well as he could;
yet his aim was to reach that side of the
slough that was next The Wicket Gate,
which at last he did, but he could not
get out for the load that was on his back;
till I saw in my dream that a man came
to him whose name was Help.
What do you do here ? said Help.
Christian.—I was bid to go this way
by Evangelist, who told me to pass up
to yon gate, that I might flee from the
wrath to come, and on my way to it I
fell in here.
Help.—But why did you not look for
the steps ?
Christian.—Fear came so hard on me
that I fled the next way and fell in.
Help.—Give me your hand.
So he gave him his hand, and he
drew him out, and set him on firm
ground, and bade him go on his way.
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Then in my dream I went up to
Help and said to him, Sir, since this
place is on the way from The City of
Destruction to The Wicket Gate, how
is it that no one mends this patch of
ground, so that those who come by may
not fall in the slough ?
Help.—This slough is such a place
as no one can mend. It is the spot
to which doth run the scum and filth
that wait on sin, and that is why men
call it the Slough of Despond. When
the man of sin wakes up to a sense of
his own lost state, doubts and fears rise
up in his soul, and all of them drain
down and sink in this place: and it
is this that makes the ground so bad.
True there are good and sound steps in
the midst of the slough, but at times it
is hard to see them; or if they be seen,
men's heads are so dull that they step
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on one side, and fall in the mire.    But
the ground is good when they have once.
got in at the gate.
Now I saw in my dream that by this
time Pliable had gone back to his house
once more, and that his friends came to
see him: some said how wise it was to
come home, and some that he was a fool
to have gone. Some, too, were found
to mock him, who said—Well, had I
set out, I would not have been so base
as to come back for a slough in the
road. So Pliable was left to sneak off;
but at last he got more heart, and then
all were heard to turn their taunts, and
laugh at poor Christian. Thus much
for Pliable.
Now as Christian went on his way he
saw a man come through the field to
meet him, whose name was Mr. Worldly
Wiseman,   and  he dwelt in the   town
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of Carnal Policy, which was near that
whence Christian came. He had heard
some news of Christian; for his flight
from The City of Destruction had made
much noise, and was now the talk far
and near. So he said, How now, good
Sir, where do you go with such a load
on your back ?
Christian.—In truth, it is a load ; and
if you ask me where I go, I must tell
you, Sir, I must go to The Wicket
Gate in front of me, for there I shall be
put in a way to get quit of my load.
Worldly Wiseman.—Have you not a
wife and babes ?
Christian.—Yes, but with this load I
do not seem to care for them as I did;
and, in truth, I feel as if I had none.
Worldly Wiseman.—Will you hear
me if I speak my mind to you ?
Christian.—If what you. say be good,
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I will, for I stand much in need of
Worldly Wiseman.—I would urge
you then, with all speed, to get rid of
your load ; for your mind will not be at
rest till then.
Christian.—That is just what I seek
to do. But there is no man in our land
who can take it off me.
Worldly Wiseman.—Who bade you
go this way to be rid of it ?
Christian.—One that I took to be
a great and true man; his name is
Worldly Wiseman.—Hark at what I
say: there is no worse way in the world
than that which he has sent you, and
that you will find if you take him for
your guide. In this short time you have
met with bad luck, for I see the mud of
the Slough of Despond is on your coat.
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Hear me, for I have seen more of the
world than you : in the way you go, you
will meet with pain, woe, thirst, the
sword too,—in a word, death ! Take
no heed of what Evangelist tells you.
Christian.—Why, Sir, this load on
my back is worse to me than all those
things which you speak of; nay, I care
not what I meet with in the way, if I
can but get rid of my load.
Worldly Wiseman.—How did you
come by it at first ?
Christian.—Why, I read this book.
Worldly Wiseman.—Like more weak
men I know, who aim at things too high
for them, you have lost heart, and run
in the dark at great risk, to gain you
know not what.
Christian.—I know what I would
gain, it is ease for my load.
Worldly  Wiseman.—But   why   will
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you seek for ease thus, when I could
put you in the way to gain it where
there would be no risk; and the cure is
at hand.
Christian.—Pray, Sir, tell me what
that way is.
Worldly Wiseman.—Well, in yon
town, which you can see from hence—-
the name of which is Morality—there
dwells a man whose name is Legality, a
wise man, and a man of some rank, who
has skill to help men off with such loads
as yours from their backs; I know he
has done a great deal of good in that
way; ay, and he has the skill to cure
those who, from the loads they bear, are
not quite sound in their wits. To him,
as I said, you may go and get help.
His house is but a mile from this place,
and should he not be at home, he has a
son whose name is Civility, who can do
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it just as well as his sire. There, I say,
you may go to get rid of your load. I
would not have you go back to your old
home, but you can send for your wife
and babes, and you will find that food
there is cheap and good.
Now was Christian brought to a
*itand ; but by and by he said, Sir,
which is my way to this good man's
house ?
Worldly Wiseman.—Do you see that
Christian.—Yes, I do.
Worldly Wiseman.—By that hill you
must go, and the first house you come
to is his.
So Christian went out of his way to
find Mr. Legality's house to seek for
help. But, lo, when he had got close
up to the hill, it was so steep and high
that he had fears lest it should fall on
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his head; so he stood still, as he knew
not what to do. His load, too, was of
more weight to him than when he was
on the right road. Then came flames
of fire out of the hill, that made him
quake for fear lest he should be burnt.
And now it was a great grief to him
that he had lent his ear to Worldly
Wiseman; and it was well that he
just then saw Evangelist come to meet
him ; though at the sight of him he
felt a deep blush creep on his face for
shame. So Evangelist drew near, and
when he came up to him, he said, with
a sad look: What dost thou here,
Christian ?
To these words Christian knew not
what to say, so he stood quite mute.
Then Evangelist went on thus: Art
not thou the man that I heard cry in
The City of Destruction ?
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Christian.—Yes, dear Sir, I am the
Evangelist.—Did not I point out to
thee the way to the Wicket Gate ?
Christian.—Yes, you did, Sir.
Evangelist.—How is it, then, that
thou hast so soon gone out of the way ?
Christian.—When I had got out of
the Slough of Despond I met a man
who told me that in a town near, I
might find one who could take off my
Evangelist.—What was he ?
Christian.—He had fair looks, and
said much to me, and got me at last to
yield; so I came here. But when I saw
this hill, and how steep it was, I made
a stand, lest it should fall on my head.
Evangelist.—What said the man to
When   Evangelist  had   heard  from
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Christian all that took place, he said:
Stand still a while, that I may show
thee the words of God.
So Evangelist went on to read, ' Now
the just shall live by faith, but if a man
draw back, my soul shall have no joy in
him.' Is not this the case with thee ?
said he: Hast not thou drawn back
thy feet from the way of peace, to thine
own cost; and dost thou not spurn the
most high God ?
Then Christian fell down at his feet
as dead, and said : Woe is me! Woe is
At the sight of which, Evangelist
caught him by the right hand, and said:
Faith hopes all things.
Then did Christian find some peace,
and stood up.
Evangelist.—I pray thee give more
heed to the things that I shall tell thee
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of. The Lord says, * Strive to go in at
the strait gate, the gate to which I send
thee, for strait is the gate that leads to
life, and few there be that find it.' Why
didst thou set at nought the words of
God, for the sake of Mr. Worldly
Wiseman ? That is, in truth, the right
name for such as he. The Lord hath
told thee that i he who will save his life
shall lose it/ He to whom thou wast
sent for ease, Legality by name, could
not set thee free; no man yet has got
rid of his load through him; he could
but show thee the way to woe, for by
the deeds of the law no man can be
rid of his load. So that Mr. Worldly
Wiseman and his friend Mr. Legality
are false guides; and as for his son
Civility, he could not help thee.
Now Christian, in great dread, could
think of nought but death, and sent forth
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a sad cry in grief that he had gone from
the right way. Then he spoke once
more to Evangelist in these words:—
Sir, what think you ? Is there hope ?
May I now go back, and strive to
reach The Wicket Gate ? I grieve
that I gave ear to this man's voice;
but may my sin find grace ?
Evangelist.—Thy sin is great, for
thou hast gone from the way that is
good, to tread in false paths, yet will the
man at the gate let thee through, for he
has love and good will for all men ; but
take heed that thou turn not to the right
hand or to the left.
Then did Christian make a move to
go back, and Evangelist gave him a kiss
and one smile, and bade him God speed.
So he went on with haste, nor did he
speak on the road; and could by no
means feel safe till he was in the path
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which he had left. In time, he got up
to the gate. And as he saw by the
words which he read on it, that those
who would knock could go in, he gave
two or three knocks, and said : May I
go in here ?
At last there came a grave man to the
gate, whose name was Good-will, and
he said : Who is there; whence come
you, and what would you have ?
Christian.—I come from The City of
Destruction with a load of Sins on my
back; but I am on my way to Mount
Zion, that I may be free from the wrath
to come; and as I have been told that
my way is through this gate, I would
know, Sir, if you will let me in ?
Good-will.—With all my heart.
So he flung back the gate. But just
as Christian went in, he gave him a
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Then said Christian: What means
that ? Good-will told him that a short
way from this gate there was a strong
fort, of which Beelzebub was the chief,
and that from thence he and the rest
that dwelt there shot darts at those that
came up to the gate to try if they could
kill them ere they got in.
Then said Christian : I come in with
joy and with fear. So when he had
gone in, the man at the gate said : Who
sent you here ?
Christian.—Evangelist bade me come
and knock (as I did); and he said that
you, Sir, would tell me what I must do.
Good-will.—The door is thrown back
wide for you to come in, and no man
can shut it.
Christian.—Now I seem to reap the
good of all the risks I have met with on
the way.
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Good-will.—But how is it that no one
comes with you ?
Christian.—None of my friends saw
that there was cause of fear, as I did.
Good-will.—Did they know of your
Christian.—Yes, my wife and young
ones saw me go, and I heard their cries
as they ran out to try and stop me.
Some of my friends, too, would have
had me come home, but I put my hands
to my ears, and so came on my way.
Good-will.—But did none of them
come out to beg of you to go back ?
Christian.-—Yes, both Obstinate and
Pliable came, but when they found that
I would not yield, Obstinate went home,
but Pliable came with me as far as the
Slough of Despond.
Good-will.—Why did he not come
through it ?
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When Christian told him the rest, he
said: Ah, poor man! Is a world of
bliss such a small thing to him, that he
did not think it worth while to run a few
risks to gain it ?
Sir, said Christian, there is not much
to choose twixt him and me.
Then he told Good-will how he had
been led from the straight path by Mr.
Worldly Wiseman.
Good-will.—Oh, did he light on you ?
What! He would have had you seek
for ease at the hands of Mr. Legality.
They are, in truth, both of them cheats.
And did you take heed of what he said ?
Christian then told him all. But
now that I am come, said he, I am
more fit for death, than to stand and
talk to my Lord. But oh, the joy it is
to me to be here !
Good-will.—We keep none out that
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knock at this gate, let them have done
what they may ere they came here ; for
they are • in no wise cast out.' So,
good Christian, come with me, and I
will teach you the way you must go.
Look in front. That is the way which
was laid down by Christ and the wise
men of old, and it is as straight as a rule
can make it.
Christian.—But is there no turn or
bend by which one who knows not the
road might lose his way ?
Good-will.—My friend, there are not
a few that lead down to it, and. these
paths are wide: yet by this you may
judge the right from the wrong—the
right are straight and are by no means
Then I saw in my dream that Christian said: Could you not help me off
with this load on my back ?—for as yet
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he had not got rid of it. He was told :
As to your load, you must bear it till
you come to the place of Deliverance,
for there it will fall from your back.
Then Christian would have set off
on the road; but Good-will said : Stop
a while and let me tell you that when
you have gone through the gate you will
see the house of Mr. Interpreter, at
whose door you must knock, and he
will show you good things. Then
Christian took leave of his friend, who
bade him God speed.
He now went on till he came to the
house at the door of which he was to
knock; this he did two or three times.
At last one came to the door and said:
Who is there ?
Christian.—I have come to see the
good man of the house.
So in a short time  Mr. Interpreter
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came to him and said: What would
you have?
Christian.—Sir, I am come from The
City of Destruction, and am on my way
to Mount Zion. I was told by the man
that stands at the gate, that if I came
here you would show me good things
that would help me.
Then Interpreter took Christian to a
room, and bade his man bring a light,
and there he saw on the wall the print
of one who had a grave face, whose eyes
were cast up to the sky, and the best of
books was in His hand, the law of truth
was on His lips, and the world was at
His back. He stood as if He would
plead for men, and a crown of gold
hung near his head.
Christian.—What does this mean ?
Interpreter.—I have shown you this
print first, for this is He who is to be
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your sole guide when you can not,find
your way to the land to which you go;
so take good heed to what I have shown
you, lest you meet with some who would
feign to lead you right; but their way
goes down to death.
Then he took him to a large room
that was full of dust, for it had not been
swept; and Interpreter told his man to
sweep it. Now when he did so, such
clouds of dust flew up, that it made
Christian choke. Then said Interpreter
to a maid that stood by: Make the
floor moist that the dust may not rise ;
and when she had done this, it was
swept with ease.
Christian.—What means this ?
Interpreter.—This room is the heart
of that man who knows not the grace of
God. The dust is his first sin and the
vice that is in him.    He that swept first
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is the Law, but she who made the floor
moist is The Book which tells Good
News to Man. Now as soon as you
saw the first of these sweep, the dust
did so fly that the room could not be
made clean by him; this is to show you
that the law as it works does not cleanse
the heart from sin, but gives strength to
sin, so as to rouse it up in the soul.
Then you next saw the maid come in
to lay the dust; so is sin made clean
and laid low by faith in The Book.
Now, said Christian, let me go
Well, said Interpreter, keep all
things so in thy mind that they may be
a goad in thy sides; and may faith
guide thee!
Then I saw in my dream that the
high way which Christian was to tread,
had a wall on each side, and the name
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of that wall was Salvation. Up this
high way did Christian run, but with
great toil for the load on his back. He
ran thus till he drew near to a place on
which stood a cross, and at the foot of
it a tomb. Just as Christian came up
to the cross, his load slid from his back,
close to the mouth of the tomb, where
it fell in, and I saw it no more.
Then was Christian glad, and said
with a gay heart: He gives me rest by
his grief, and life by his death. Yet
he stood still for a while, for he was
struck with awe to think that the sight
of the cross should thus ease him of his
load. Three or four times did he look
on the cross and the tomb, and the tears
rose to his eyes. As he stood thus
and wept, lo, three Bright Ones came
to him, and one of them said: Peace
be to thee'   thou hast grace from thy
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sins. And one came up to him to
strip him of his rags and put a new robe
on him, while the third set a mark on
his face, and gave him a roll with a seal
on it, which he bade him look on as he
ran, and give it in at The Celestial
Gate; and then they left him.
Christian gave three leaps for joy,
and sang as he went: Ah, what a place
is this! Here did the strings crack
that bound my load to me. Blest cross !
Blest tomb! Nay, blest is the Lord
that was put to shame for me!
He went on thus till he came to a vale
where he saw three men who were in
a sound sleep, with chains on their feet.
The name of one was Simple, one Sloth,
and the third Presumption. As Christian saw them lie in this case, he went
to wake them, and said: You are like
those that sleep on the top of a mast,
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for the Dead Sea is at your feet. Wake,
rise, and come with me. Trust me,
and I will help you off with your chains.
With that they cast their eyes up to
look at him, and Simple said: I would
fain take more sleep. Presumption
said: Let each man look to his own.
And so they lay down to sleep once
Then I saw in my dream that two
men leapt from the top of the wall and
made great haste to come up to him.
Their names were Formalist and Hypocrisy.
Christian.—Sirs, whence come you,
and where do you go ?
Formalist and Hypocrisy.—We were
born in the land of Vain-glory, and are
on our way to Mount Zion for praise.
Christian.—Why came you not in at
the gate ?    Know you not that he that
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comes not in at the door, but climbs up
to get in, the same is a thief?
They told him that to go through
the gate was too far round; that the
best way was to make a short cut of it,
and climb the wall, as they had done.
Christian.—But what will the Lord
of the town to which we are bound
think of it, if we go not in the way of his
They told Christian that he had no
need for care on that score, for long use
had made it law, and they could prove
that it had been so for years.
Christian.—But are you quite sure
that your mode will stand a suit at law ?
Yes, said they, no doubt of it.
And if we get in the road at all, pray
what are the odds ? If we are in, we
are in; you are but in the way, who
come in at the gate, and we too are in
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the way that choose to climb the wall.
Is not our case as good as yours ?
Christian.—I walk by the rule of my
Lord, but you walk by the rule of your
own lusts. The Lord of the way will
count you as thieves, and you will not
be found true men in the end.
I saw then that they all went on till
they came to the foot of the Hill of
Difficulty, where there was a spring.
There were in the same place two more
ways, one on the left hand and one on
the right; but the path that Christian
was told to take went straight up the
hill, and its name is Difficulty, and he
saw that the way of life lay there.
Now when Christian got as far as
the Spring of Life he drank of it, and
then went up the hill. But when the
two men saw that it was steep and high,
and that there were three ways to choose
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from, one of them took the path the
name of which is Danger, and lost his
way in a great wood, and one of them
went by the road of Destruction, which
led him to a wide field full of dark rocks,
where he fell, and rose no more. I
then saw Christian go up the hill, where
at first I could see him run, then walk,
and then go on his hands and knees, so
steep was it. Now half way up was a
cave made by the Lord of the hill, that
those who came by might rest there.
So here Christian sat down, and took
out the scroll and read it, till at last he
fell off in a deep sleep which kept him
there till it was dusk; and while he
slept his scroll fell from his hand. At
length a man came up to him and woke
him, and said: Go to the ant, thou
man of sloth,   and learn of her to be
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At this Christian gave a start, and sped
on his way, and went at a quick pace.
When he had got near to the top of
the hill, two men ran up to meet him,
whose names were Timorous and Mistrust, to whom Christian said, Sirs,
what ails you ? You run the wrong
Timorous said that Zion was the hill
they meant to climb, but that when
they had got half way they found that
they met with more and more risk, so
that great fear came on them, and all
they could do was to turn back.
Yes, said Mistrust, for just in front
of us there lay two beasts of prey
in our path; we knew not if they slept
or not, but we thought that they would
fall on us and tear our limbs.
Christian. — You rouse my fears.
Where must I fly to be safe ?   If I go
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back to my own town (Destruction) I
am sure to lose my life, but if I can get
to The Celestial City, there shall I be
safe. To turn back is death ; to go on
is fear of death, but when I come there,
a life of bliss that knows no end. I will
go on yet.
So Mistrust and Timorous ran down
the hill and Christian went on his way.
Yet he thought once more of what he
had heard from the men, and then he
felt in his cloak for his scroll, that he
might read it and find some peace. He
felt for it but found it not. Then was
Christian in great grief, and knew not
what to do for the want of that which
was to be his pass to The Celestial City.
At last, thought he: I slept in the cave
by the side of the hill. So he fell down
on his knees to pray that God would
give him grace for this act; and then
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went back to look for his scroll. But as
he went, what tongue can tell the grief
of Christian's heart ? Oh, fool that I
am! said he, to sleep in the day time;
so to give way to the flesh as to use for
ease that rest which the Lord of the hill
had made but for the help of the soul!
Thus, then, with tears and sighs, he
went back, and with much care did he
look on this side and on that for his
scroll. At length he came near to the
cave where he had sat and slept. How
far, thought Christian, have I gone
in vain ! Such was the lot of the Jews
for their sin ; they were sent back by the
way of the Red Sea; and I am made
to tread those steps with grief which I
might have trod with joy, had it not
been for this sleep. How far might I
have been on my way by this time ! I
am   made  to  tread those steps thrice
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which I need not to have trod but once;
yea, now too I am like to be lost in the
night, for the day is well nigh spent O
that I had not slept!
Now by this time he had come to the
cave once more, where for a while he sat
down and wept; but at last, as he cast a
sad glance at the foot of the bench, he
saw his scroll, wrrich he caught up with
haste, and put in his cloak. Words are
too weak to tell the joy of Christian
when he had got back his scroll. He
laid it up in the breast of his coat, and
gave thanks to God. With what a light
step did he now climb the hill! But,
ere he got to the top, the sun went down
on Christian, and he soon saw that two
wild beasts stood in his way. Ah,
thought he, these beasts range in the
night for their prey; and if they should
meet with me in the dark, how should
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I fly from them ? I see now the cause
of all those fears that drove Mistrust
and Timorous back.
Still Christian went on, and while he
thought thus on his sad lot, he cast up
his eyes and saw a great house in front
of him, the name of which was Beautiful, and it stood just by the side of the
high road. So he made haste and went
on in the hope that he could rest there
a while. The name of the man who
kept the lodge of that house was Watchful, and when he saw that Christian
made a halt as if he would go back,
he came out to him and said: Is thy
strength so small ? Fear not the two
wild beasts, for they are bound by chains,
and are put here to try the faith of those
that have it, and to find out those that
have none. Keep in the midst of the
path and no harm shall come to thee.
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Then I saw, in my dream, that still
he went on in great dread of the wild
beasts; he heard them roar, yet they
did him no harm; but when he had
gone by them he went on with joy, till
he came and stood in front of the lodge
where Watchful dwelt.
Christian.—Sir, what house is this ?
May I rest here to night ?
Watchful.—This house was built by
the Lord of the Hill to give aid to those
who climb up it for the good cause.
Tell me, whence come you ?
Christian.—I am come from the
Town of Destruction, and am on my
way to Mount Zion; but the day is far
spent, and I would, with your leave,
pass the night here.
Watchful.—What is your name ?
Christian.—My name is now Christian, but at first it was Graceless.
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Watchful.—How is it you came so
late ?    The sun is set.
Christian then told him why it was.
Watchful.—Well, I will call one that
lives here, who, if she like your talk,
will let you come in, for these are the
rules of the house.
So he rang a bell, at the sound of
which there came out at the door a
grave and fair maid, whose name was
Discretion. When Watchful told her
why Christian had come there, she said:
What is your name ?
It is Christian, said he, and I much
wish to rest here to night, and the more
so for I see this place was built by the
Lord of the Hill, to screen those from
harm who come to it.
So she gave a smile, but the tears
stood in her eyes; and in a short time
she said : I will call forth two or three
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more of our house; and then she ran
to the door and brought in Prudence,
Piety, and Charity, who met him and
said: Come in, thou blest of the Lord;
this house was built by the King of the
Hill for such as you. Then Christian
bent down his head, and went with
them to the house.
Piety.—Come, good Christian, since
our love prompts us to take you in to
rest, let us talk with you of all that you
have seen on your way.
Christian.—With a right good will,
and I am glad that you should ask it of
Prudence.—And, first, say what is it
that makes you wish so much to go to
Mount Zion ?
Christian.—Why there I hope to see
Him that did die on the Cross; and
there I hope to be rid of all those things
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that to this day grieve and vex me.
There, they say, is no death; and there
I shall dwell with such as love the
Charity.—Have you a wife and
babes ?
Christian.—Yes, I have.
Charity.—And why did you not bring
them with you ?
Christian then wept, and said: Oh,
how glad should I have been to do so!
but they would not come with me, nor
have me leave them.
Charity.—And did you pray to God
to put it in their hearts to go with
you ?
Christian.—Yes, and that with much
warmth, for you may think how dear
they were to me.
Thus did Christian talk with these
friends till it grew dark, and then he took
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his rest in a large room, the name of
which was Peace; there he slept till
break of day, and then he sang a hymn.
They told him that he should not
leave till they had shown him all the
rare things that were in that place.
There were to be seen the rod of
Moses, the nail with which Jael slew
Sisera, the lamps with which Gideon
put to flight the host of Midian, and
the ox goad with which Shamgar
slew his foes. And they brought out
the jaw bone of an ass with which
Samson did such great feats, and the
sling and stone with which David slew
Goliath of Gath.
Then I saw in my dream that
Christian rose to take his leave of
Discretion, and of Prudence, Piety, and
Charity, but they said that he must stay
till the next day, that they might show
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him The Delectable Mountains ; so they
took him to the top of the house, and
bade him look to the South, which he
did, and lo, a great way off, he saw a
rich land, full of hills, woods, vines,
shrubs, and streams.
What is the name of this land ? said
Then they told him it was Immanuel's
Land. And, said they, It is as much
meant for you, and the like of you, as
this hill is ; and when you reach the
place, there you may see the gate of The
Celestial City. Then they gave him a
sword, and put on him a coat of mail,
which was proof from head to foot, lest
he should meet some foe in the way;
and they went with him down the hill.
Of a truth, said Christian, it is as
great a toil to come down the hill as it
was to go up.
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Prudence.—So it is, for it is a hard
thing for a man to go down to The
Vale of Humiliation, as thou dost now,
and for this cause have we come with
you to the foot of the hill. So, though
he went with great care, yet he caught a
slip or two.
Then in my dream I saw that when
they had got to the foot of the hill, these
good friends of Christian's gave him a
loaf of bread, a flask of wine, and a
bunch of dry grapes; and then they left
him to go on his way.
But now in^this Vale of Humiliation
poor Christian was hard put to it, for he
had not gone far, ere he saw a foe come
in the field to meet him, whose name
was Apollyon. Then did Christian fear,
and he cast in his mind if he would go
back or stand his ground. But Christian
thought that as he had no coat of mail
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on his back, to turn round might give
Apollyon a chance to pierce it with his
darts. So he stood his ground, for,
thought he, if but to save my life were
all I had in view, still the best way
would be to stand.
So he went on, and Apollyon met
him with looks of scorn.
Apollyon.—Whence come you, and
to what place are you bound ?
Christian.—I am come from The
City of Destruction, which is the place
of all sin, and I am on my way to Zion.
Apollyon.—By this I see you are
mine, for of all that land I am the
Prince. How is it, then, that you have
left your king? Were it not that I
have a hope that you may do me more
good, I would strike you to the ground
with one blow.
Christian.—I was born in your realm,
fif i n.
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it is true, but you drove us too hard,
and your wage was such as no man
could live on.
Apollyon.—No prince likes to lose
his men, nor will I as yet lose you; so
if you will come back, what my realm
yields I will give you.
Christian.—But I am bound by vows
to the King of Kings ; and how can I,
to be true, go back with you ?
Apollyon.—You have made a change,
it seems, from bad to worse; but why
not give Him the slip, and come back
with me ?
Christian.—I gave Him my faith, and
swore to be true to Him: how can I go
back from this ?
Apollyon.—You did the same to me,
and yet I will pass by all, if you will but
turn and go back.
Then,    when    Apollyon   saw   that
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Christian was stanch to his Prince, he
broke out in a great rage, and said, I
hate that Prince, and I hate his laws,
and I am come out to stop you.
Christian.—Take heed what you do.
I am on the King's high way to Zion.
Apollyon.—I am void of fear, and to
prove that I mean what I say, here on
this spot I will put thee to death. With
that he threw a dart of fire at his breast,
but Christian had a shield on his arm,
with which he caught it. Then did
Christian draw his sword, for he saw it
was time to stir; and Apollyon as fast
made at him, and threw darts as thick
as hail; with which, in spite of all that
Christian could do, Apollyon gave him
wounds in his head, hand, and foot.
This made Christian pause in the
fight for a time, but Apollyon still
came on, and Christian once more took
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heart. They fought for half a day, till
Christian, weak from his wounds, was
well nigh spent in strength. When
Apollyon saw this, he threw him down
with great force ; on which Christian's
sword fell out of his hand. Then said
Apollyon, I am sure of thee now.
But while he strove to make an end
of Christian, that good man put out his
hand in haste to feel for his sword, and
caught it. Boast not, oh Apollyon!
said he, and with that he struck him a
blow which made his foe reel back as
one that had had his last wound. Then
he spread out his wings and fled, so that
Christian for a time saw him no more.
Then there came to him a hand
which held some of the leaves of the
tree of life; some of them Christian took,
and as soon as he had put them to his
wounds, he saw them heal up.
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Now near this place was the Valley
of the Shadow of Death, and Christian
must needs go through it to get to The
Celestial City. It was a land of drought
and full of pits, a land that none but
such as Christian could pass through,
and where no man dwelt. So that here
he was worse put to it than in his fight
with Apollyon, which by and by we
shall see.
As he drew near the Shadow of Death
he met with two men, to whom Christian thus spoke:—To what place do
you go ?
Men.—Back ! Back ! and we would
have you do the same if you prize life
and peace.
Christian.—But why ?
Men.—We went on as far as we durst.
Christian.—What then have you seen ?
Men.—Seen ! Why the Valley of the
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Shadow of Death ; but by dint of good
luck we caught sight of what lay in front
of it, ere we came up. Death doth
spread out his wings there. In a word
it is a place full of bad men, where no
law dwells.
Christian.—I see not yet, by what
you have told me, but that this is my
way to Zion.
Men.—Be it thy way then ; we will
not choose it for ours.
So they took their leave, and Christian went on, but still with his drawn
sword in his hand, for fear lest he should
meet once more with a foe.
I saw then in my dream that so far
as this vale went, there was on the right
hand a deep ditch ; that ditch to which
the blind have led the blind as long as
the world has been made. And lo, on
the left hand there was a quag, in which
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if a man fall, he will find no firm ground
for his foot to stand on. The path way
was not broad, and so good Christian
was the more put to it. This went on
for miles, and in the midst of the vale
was a deep pit. One thing which I saw
in my dream I must not leave out; it
was this :—Just as Christian had come
to the mouth of the pit, one of those
who dwelt in it stept up to him, and in
a soft tone spoke bad things to him, and
took God's name in vain, which Christian thought must have come from the
man's own mind. This put him out
more than all the rest had done; to
think that he should take that name in
vain for which he felt so deep a love,
was a great grief to him. Yet there
was no help for it. Then he thought he
heard a voice which said : Though I
walk through the Valley of the Shadow
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of Death, I will fear no harm, for thou
art with me.
Now as Christian went on, he found
there was a rise in the road, which had
been thrown up that the path might be
clear to those who were bound for Zion.
Up this road Christian went, and saw
his old friend Faithful a short way off.
Then said Christian: Ha, my friend,
are you here ? Stay, and I will join you.
This ere long he did, and they spoke
of all that had come to pass since they
had last met.
In course of time the road they took
brought them to a town, the name of
which is Vanity, where there is a fair
kept through the whole year, and all
that is bought or sold there is vain and
void of worth. There, too, are to be
seen at all times games, plays, fools,
apes, knaves, and rogues.    Yet he that
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will go to The Celestial City must needs
pass through this fair.
As soon as Christian and Faithful
came to the town, a crowd drew round
them, and some said they had lost their
wits, to dress and speak as they did,
and to set no store by the choice goods
for sale in Vanity Fair. When Chris- |
tian spoke, his words drew from these
folks fierce taunts and jeers, and soon
the noise and stir grew to such a height
that the chief man of the fair sent his
friends to take up these two strange
men, and he bade them tell him whence
they came, and what they did there in
such a garb. Christian and Faithful
told them all; but those who sat to
judge the case thought that they must
be mad, or else that they had come to
stir up strife at the fair; so they beat
them with sticks, and  put them in a
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cage, that they might be a sight for all
the men at the fair. Then the worse
sort of folk set to pelt them, out of spite,
and some threw at them for mere sport ;
but Christian and Faithful gave good
words for bad, and bore all in such a
meek way, that not a few took their
part. This led to blows and fights, and
the blame was laid on Christian and
Faithful, who were then made to toil up
and down the fair in chains, till, faint
with stripes, they were at length set
with their feet in the stocks. But they
bore their griefs and woes with joy, for
they saw in them a pledge that all should
be well in the end. By and by a court
sat to try them : the name of the judge
was Lord Hate-good; and the crime
laid to their charge was that they had
come to Vanity Fair to spoil its trade,
and stir up strife in the town; and had
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won not a few men to their side, in spite
of the prince of the place.
Faithful said to the Judge: I am a
man of peace, and did but wage war on
Sin. As for the prince they speak of,
since he is Beelzebub, I hold him in
Those who took Faithful's part were
won by the force of plain truth and right
in his words; but the judge said, Let
those speak who know aught of this
So three men, whose names were
Envy, Superstition, and Pick-thank,
stood forth and swore to speak the truth,
and tell what they knew of Faithful.
Envy said: My lord, this man cares
nought for kings or laws, but seeks to
spread his own views, and to teach men
what he calls faith. I heard him say
but now that the ways of our town of
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Vanity are vile.    And does he not in
that speak ill of us ?
Then Superstition said: My lord, I
know not much of this man, and have
no wish to know more; but of this I
am sure, that he is a bad man, for he
says that our creeds are vain.
Pick-thank was then bid to say what
he knew, and his speech ran thus:—
My lord, I have known this man for
a long time, and have heard him say
things that ought not to be said. He
rails at our great Prince Beelzebub, and
says that if all men were of his mind,
that prince should no more hold sway.
More than this, he hath been heard to
rail on you, my lord, who are now his
Then said the Judge to Faithful:
Thou base man ! Hast thou heard what
these good folk have said of thee ?
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Faithful.—May I speak a few words
in my own cause ?
Judge.—Thy just doom would be to
die on the spot; still, let us hear what
thou hast to say.
Faithful.—I say, then, to Mr. Envy,
that all laws and modes of life in which
men heed not the Word of God are full
of sin. As to the charge of Mr. Superstition, I would urge that nought can
save us if we do not the will of God.
To Mr. Pick-thank, I say that men
should flee from the Prince of this
town and his friends, as from the
wrath to come. And so, I pray the
Lord to help me.
Then the Judge, to sum up the case,
spoke thus:—You see this man who has
made such a stir in our town. You
have heard what these good men have
said of him, which he owns to be true,
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It rests now with you to save his life or
hang him.
The twelve men who had Faithful's
life in their hands spoke in a low tone
thus:—This man is full of schisms, said
Mr. Blindman. Out of the world with
him, said Mr. No-good. I hate the
mere look of him, said Mr. Malice.
From the first I could not bear him,
said Mr. Love-ease. Nor I, for he
would be sure to blame my ways, said
Mr. Live-loose. Hang him, hang him !
said Mr. Heady. A low wretch! said
Mr. High-mind. I long to crush him,
said Mr. Enmity. He is a rogue, said
Mr. Liar. Death is too good for him,
said Mr. Cruelty. Let us kill him, that
he may be out of the way, said Mr.
Hate-light. Then said Mr. Implacable:
Not to gain all the world would I make
peace with him, so let us doom him to
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death. And so they did, and in a short
time he was led back to the place from
whence he came, there to be put to the
worst death that could be thought of;
for the scourge, the sword, and the stake
brought Faithful to his end.
Now I saw that there stood near the
crowd a strange car with two bright
steeds, which, as soon as his foes had
slain him, took Faithful up through
the clouds straight to The Celestial
City, with the sound of the harp and
As for Christian, for this time he got
free; and there came to join him one
Hopeful, who did so from what he had
heard and seen of Christian and Faithful. Thus, while one lost his life for the
truth, a new man rose from his death,
to tread the same way with Christian.
And Hopeful said there were more men
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of the fair who would take their time,
and then come too.
By and by their way lay just on the
bank of a pure stream, from which they
drank. On each side of it were green
trees that bore fruit, and in a field
through which it ran they lay down to
sleep. When they woke up they sat
for a while in the shade of the boughs:
thus they went on for three or four days,
and to pass the time they sang:
" He that can tell
What sweet  fresh fruit, yea leaves these trees
do yield,
Will soon sell all, that he may buy this field."
Now on the left hand of the road was
By-path Meadow, a fair green field with
a path through it, and a stile. Come,
good Hopeful, said Christian, let us
walk on the grass.
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Hopeful. — But   what  if this
should lead us wrong ?
Christian.—How can it? Look, doth
it not go by the way side ?
So they set off through the field. But
they had not gone far when they saw in
front of them a man, Vain-confidence
by name, who told them that the path
led to The Celestial Gate. So the
man went first; but lo, the night came
on, and it grew so dark that they lost
sight of their guide, who, as he did
not see the path in front of him, fell
in a deep pit, and was heard of no
Where are we now ? said Hopeful.
Then was Christian mute, as he
thought he had led his friend out of the
way. And now light was seen to flash
from the sky, and rain came down in
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Hopeful (with a groan).—Oh, that I
had kept on my way!
Christian.—Who could have thought
that this path should lead us wrong ?
Hopeful.—I had my fears from the
first, and so gave you a hint.
Christian. — Good friend, I grieve
that I have brought you out of the right
Hopeful.—Say no more, no doubt it
is for our good.
Christian.—We must not stand thus ;
let us try to go back.
Hopeful.—But, good Christian, let
me go first.
Then they heard a voice say : Set
thine heart to the high way, the way
thou hast been ; turn once more. But
by this time the stream was deep from
the rain that fell, and to go back did not
seem safe; yet they went back, though
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it was so dark and the stream ran so
high that once or twice it was like to
drown them. Nor could they, with all
their skill, get back that night. So they
found a screen from the rain, and there
they slept till break of day.
Now, not far from the place where
they lay was Doubting Castle, the lord
of which was Giant Despair; and it
was on his ground that they now slept.
There Giant Despair found them, and
with a gruff voice he bade them wake.
Whence are you ? said he; and what
brought you here ? They told him that
they had lost the path. Then said
Giant Despair: You have no right to
force your way in here; the ground on
which you lie is mine.
They had not much to say, as they
knew that they were in fault. So Giant
Despair drove them on, and put them
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in a dark and foul cell in a strong hold.
Here they were kept for three days, and
they had no light nor food, nor a drop
to drink all that time, and no one to ask
them how they did.   Now Giant Despair
had a wife, whose name was Diffidence,
and  he told   her  what he   had   done.
Then said he, What will be the best
way to treat them ?    Beat them well,
said Diffidence.    So when he rose he
took a stout stick from a crab tree, and
went down to the cell where poor Christian and Hopeful lay, and beat them as
if they had been dogs, so that they could
not turn on the floor; and they spent all
that day in sighs and tears.
The next day he came once more,
and found them sore from the stripes,
and said that since there was no chance
for them to be let out of the cell, their
best way would be to put an end to their
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own lives : For why should you wish to
live, said he, with all this woe ? But they
told him they did hope he would let
them go. With that he sprang up with
a fierce look, and no doubt would have
made an end of them, but that he fell
in a fit for a time, and lost the use of
his hand; so he drew back, and left
them to think of what he had said.
Christian.—Friend, what shall we do?
The life that we now lead is worse than
death. For my part I know not which
is best, to live thus, or to die out of
hand, as I feel that the grave would be
less sad to me than this cell. Shall we
let Giant Despair rule us ?
Hopeful.—In good truth our case is
a sad one, and to die would be more
sweet to me than to live here; yet let
us bear in mind that the Lord of that
land to which we go hath said: \ Thou
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shalt not kill' And by this act we kill
our souls as well. My friend Christian,
you talk of ease in the grave, but can a
man go to bliss who takes his own life ?
All the law is not in the hands of Giant
Despair. Who knows but that God,
who made the world, may cause him to
die, or lose the use of his limbs as he
did at first. I have made up my mind
to pluck up the heart of a man, and to
try to get out of this strait. Fool that
I was not to do so when first he came
to the cell. But let us not put an end
to our own lives, for a good time may
come yet.
By these words did Hopeful change
the tone of Christian's mind.
Well, at night the Giant went down
to theicell to see if life was still in them,
and in good truth that life was in them
was all that could be said, for from their
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wounds and want of food they did no
more than just breathe. When Giant
Despair found they were not dead, he
fell in a great rage, and said that it should
be worse with them than if they had
not been born. At this they shook with
fear, and Christian fell down in a swoon;
but when he came to, Hopeful said:
My friend, call to mind how strong in
faith you have been till now. Say,
could Apollyon hurt you, or all that you
heard, or saw, or felt in the Valley of the
Shadow of Death ? Look at the fears,
the griefs, the woes that you have gone
through. And now to be cast down!
I, too, am in this cell, far more weak a
man than you, and Giant Despair dealt
his blows at me as well as you, and
keeps me from food and light. Let us
both (if but to shun the shame) bear up
as well as we can.
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When night came on, the wife of
Giant Despair said to him: Well, will
the two men yield ?
To which he said: No; they choose
to stand firm, and will not put an end
to their lives.
Then said Mrs. Diffidence: At dawn
of day take them to the yard, and show
them the graves where all those whom
you have put to death have been
thrown, and make use of threats this
So Giant Despair took them to this
place, and said: In ten days' time you
shall be thrown in here if you do not
yield. Go; get you down to your den
once more. With that he beat them
all the way back, and there they lay the
whole day in a sad plight.
Now, when night was come, Mrs.
Diffidence said to Giant Despair: I fear
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much that these men live on in hopes to
pick the lock of the cell and get free.
Dost thou say so, my dear? quoth
Giant Despair to his wife; then at sun
rise I will search them.
Now, on that night, as Christian and
Hopeful lay in the den, they fell on
their knees to pray, and knelt till the
day broke ; when Christian gave a start,
and said: Fool that I am thus to lie in
this dark den when I might walk at
large! I have a key in my pouch, the
name of which is Promise, that, I feel
sure, will turn the lock of all the doors
in Doubting Castle.
Then said Hopeful: That is good
news; pluck it from thy breast, and let
us try it.
So Christian put it in the lock, when
the bolt sprang back, the door flew
wide, and Christian and Hopeful both
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came out.    When they got to the yard
door the key did just as well; but the
lock of the last strong gate of Doubting
Castle went hard, yet it did turn at last,
though the hinge gave so loud a creak
that  it woke up  Giant  Despair, who
rose to seek for the two men.    But just
then he felt his limbs fail, for a fit came
on him, so that he could by no means
reach their cell.    Christian and Hopeful now fled back to the high way, and
were safe out of his grounds.    When
they sat down to rest on a stile, they
said they would warn those who might
chance to come on this road.    So they
cut these words on a post: " This is the
way to Doubting Castle, which is kept
by Giant Despair, who loves  not the
King  of   the  Celestial   Country,  and
seeks to kill all who would go there."
Then  they came to The Delectable
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Mountains, which the Lord of the Hill
owns.    Here they saw fruit trees, vines,
shrubs, woods, and streams, and drank
and ate of the grapes.    Now there were
men at the tops of these hills who kept
watch on their flocks, and as they stood
by the high way, Christian and Hopeful
leant on their staves to rest, while thus
they spoke  to  the  men:—Who owns
these Delectable Mountains, and whose
are the sheep that feed on them ?
Men.—These hills are Immanuel's,
and the sheep are His too, and He laid
down his life for them.
Christian.—Is this the way to The
Celestial City?
Men.—You are in the right road.
Christian.—How far is it ? i
Men.—Too far for all but those that
shall get there, in good truth.
Christian.—Is the way safe ?
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Men.—Safe for those for whom it
is to be safe; but the men of sin shall
fall there.
Christian.—Is there a place of rest
here for those that faint on the road ?
Men.—The Lord of these Hills
gave us a charge to help those that
came here, should they be known to us
or not; so the good things of the place
are yours.
I then saw in my dream that the
men said: Whence come you, and by
what means have you got so far ? For
but few of those that set out come here
to show their face on these hills.
So when Christian and Hopeful told
their tale, the men cast a kind glance at
them, and said : With joy we greet you
on The Delectable Mountains!
Their names were Knowledge, Experience, Watchful, and Sincere, and they
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led Christian and Hopeful by the hand
to their tents, and bade them eat of that
which was there, and they soon went to
their rest for the night.
When the morn broke, the men woke
up Christian and Hopeful, and took
them to a spot whence they saw a
bright view on all sides. Then they
went with them to the top of a high
hill, the name of which was Error; it
was steep on the far off side, and they
bade them look down to the foot of it.
So Christian and Hopeful cast their eyes
down, and saw there some men who had
lost their lives by a fall from the top;
men who had been made to err, for they
had put their trust in false guides.
Have- you not heard of them ? said
the men.
Christian.—Yes, I have.
Men.—These are they, and to this
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day they have not been put in a tomb,
but are left here to warn men to take
good heed how they come too near the
brink of this hill.
Then I saw that they had led them
to the top of Mount Caution, and bade
them look far off. From that stile,
said they, there goes a path to Doubting Castle, which is kept by Giant
Despair, and the men whom you see
there came as you do now, till they got
up to that stile; and, as the right way
was rough to walk in, they chose to go
through a field, and there Giant Despair
took them, and shut them up in Doubting Castle, where they were kept in a
den for a while, till he at last sent them
out quite blind, and there they are still.
At this Christian gave a look at Hopeful,
and they both burst out with sobs and
tears, but yet said not a word.
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Then the four men took them up a
high hill, the name of which was Clear,
that they might see the gates of The
Celestial City* with the aid of a glass
to look through, but their hands shook,
so they could not see well.
When Christian and Hopeful thought
they would move on, one of the men
gave them a note of the way, and the
next (Experience by name) bade them
take heed that they slept not on The
Enchanted Ground, and the fourth bade
them God speed. Now it was that I
woke from my dream.
Then I slept, and dreamt once more,
and saw Christian and Hopeful go down
near the foot of these hills, where lies
the land of Conceit, which joins the way
to Mount Zion, by a small lane. Here
they met a brisk lad, whose name was
Ignorance,   to   whom   Christian   said:
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Whence come you, and to what place
do you go ?
Ignorance.—Sir, I was born in the
land that lies off there on the left, and I
wish to go to The Celestial City.
Christian.—How do you think to get
in at the gate ?
Ignorance.—Just as the rest of the
world do.
Christian.—But what have you to
show at that gate to pass you through it ?
Ignorance.—I know my Lord's will,
and I have led a good life; I pay for all
that I have, I give tithes, and give alms,
and have left my own land for that to
which I now go.
Christian.—But you came not in at
the gate that is at the head of this way,
you came in through a small lane ; so that
I fear, though you may think well of
all you have done, that when the  time
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shall come, you will have this laid to
your charge; that you are a thief—and
so you will not get in.
Ignorance.—Well, I know you not;
do you keep to your own creed, and I
will keep to mine, and I hope all will be
well. And as for the gate that you talk
of, all the world knows that that is far
from, our land, and I do not think that
there is a man in all our parts who does
so much as know the way to it, and I
see not what need there is that he should,
since we have, as you see, a fine green
lane at the next turn that comes down
from our part of the world.
Christian said in a low tone of voice
to Hopeful: There is more hope of a
fool than of him.
Hopeful.—Let us pass on if you will,
and talk to him by and by, when, may
be, he can bear it.
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So they went on, and Ignorance trod
in their steps a short way from them, till
they saw a road branch off from the one
they were in, and they knew not which
of the two to take.
As they stood to think of it, a man
whose skin was black, but who was clad
in a white robe, came to them and said:
Why do you stand here ? They told
him that they were on their way to The
Celestial City, but knew not which of
the two roads to take.
Come with me, then, said the man,
for it is there that I mean to go.
So they went with him, though it w,as
clear that the road must have made a
bend, for they found they would soon
turn their backs on The Celestial
Ere long, Christian and Hopeful were
both  caught  in   a net,  and knew not
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what to do ; and with that the white robe
fell off the black man's back. Then
they saw where they were. So there
they sat down and wept.
Christian.—Did not one of the four
men who kept guard on their sheep tell
us to take heed lest Flatterer should
spread a net for our feet ?
Hopeful.—Those men, too, gave us
a note of the way, but we have not read
it, and so have not kept in the right
path. Thus they lay in the net to weep
and wail.
At last they saw a Bright One come
up to them with a whip of fine cord in his
hand, who said : What do you here ?
Whence come you ?
They told him that their wish was to
go to Zion, but that <they had been led
out of the way by a black man with a
white cloak on, who, as he was bound
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for the same place, said he would show
them the road.
Then said he : It is Flatterer, a false
man, who has put on the garb of a
Bright One for a time.
So he rent the net and let the men
out. Then he bade them come with
him, that he might set them in the right
way once more. He said : Where were
you last night ?
Quoth they : With the men who kept
watch on their sheep on The Delectable
Then he said : But when you were at
a stand why did you not read your
note ?
They told him they had not thought
of it.
Now I saw in my dream that he bade
them lie down, and whipt them sore, to
teach them the good way in which they
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should walk; and he said: Those whom
I love I serve thus.
So they gave him thanks for what he
had taught them, and went on the right
way up the hill with a song of joy.
At length they came to a land the air
of which made men sleep, and here the
lids of Hopeful's eyes dropt, and he
said: Let us lie down here and take a
Christian.—By no means, lest if we
sleep we wake no more.
Hopeful.— Nay, friend Christian,
sleep is sweet to the man who has spent
the day in toil.
Christian.—Do you not call to mind
that one of the men who kept watc^i on
the sheep bade us take care of The
Enchanted Ground ? He meant by
that that we should take heed not to
sleep; so let us not sleep, but watch.
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Hopeful.—I see I am in fault.
Christian.—Now then, to keep sleep
from our eyes I will ask you, as we go,
to tell me how you came at first to do as
you do now ?
Hopeful.—Do you mean how came I
first to look to the good of my soul ?
Hopeful.—For a long time the things
that were seen and sold at Vanity Fair
were a great joy to me.
Christian. — What things do you
speak of ?
Hopeful.—All the goods of this life ;
such as lies, oaths, drink; in a word,
love of self and all that tends to kill the
soul. But I heard from you and Faithful that the end of these things is death.
Thus did they talk as they went on
their way.
But I saw in my dream that by this
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time Christian and Hopeful had got
through The Enchanted Ground, and
had come to the land of Beulah, where
the air is sweet; and as their way lay
through this land, they made no haste to
quit it, for here they heard the birds sing
all day long, and the sun shone day and
night; the Valley of Death was on the
left, and it was out of the reach of Giant
Despair; nor could they from this place
so much as see Doubting Castle.
Now were they in sight of Zion, and
here some of the Bright Ones came to
meet them. Here, too, they heard the
voice of those who dwelt in Zion, and
had a good view of this land of bliss,
which was built of rare gems of all hues,
and the streets were laid with gold. So
that the rays of light which shone on
Christian were too bright for him to
bear, and he fell sick: and Hopeful had
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a fit of the same kind. So they lay by
for a time, and wept, for their joy was
too much for them.
At length, step by step, they drew
near to Zion, and saw that the gates
were flung back.
A man stood in the way, to whom
Christian and Hopeful said: Whose
vines and crops are these ?
He told them they were the king s,
and were put there to give joy to those
who should go on the road. So he bade
them eat what fruit they chose, and took
them to see the king's walks; where
they slept.
Now I saw in my dream that they
spoke more in their sleep than they had
done all the rest of the way, and I could
but muse at this. But the man said!
Why do you muse at it? The juice
from the grapes of this vine is so sweet
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as to cause the lips of them that sleep to
I then saw that when they woke, they
would fain go up to Zion ; but as I said,
the sun threw off such bright rays from
The Celestial City, which was built of
pure gold, that they could not, as yet,
look on it, save through a glass made
for that end.
Now as they went, they met with two
men in white robes, and the face of each
shone bright as the light. These men
said : Whence come you ? And when
they had been told they said: You have
but one thing more to do, which is a
hard one, and then you are in Zion.
Christian and Hopeful did then beg of
the two men to go with them ; which
they did. But, said they, It is by your
own faith that you must gain it.
Now 'twixt them and the gate was a
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fierce stream which was broad and deep;
it had no bridge, and the mere sight of
it did so stun Christian and Hopeful
that they could not move.
But the men who went with them
said : You can not come to the gate but
through this stream.
Is there no way but this one to the
gate ? said poor Christian.
Yes, quoth they, but there have been
but two men, to wit, Enoch and Elijah,
who have trod that path since the world
was made.
When Christian and Hopeful cast
their eyes on the stream once more,
they felt their hearts sink with fear, and
gave a look this way and that in much
dread of the waves. Yet through it
lay the way to Zion. Is the stream all
of one depth? said Christian. He
Mas told that it was not, yet that in that
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there was no help, for he would find the
stream more or less deep, as he had
faith in the King of the place. So
they set foot on the stream, but
Christian gave a loud cry to his good
friend Hopeful, and said: The waves
close round my head, and I sink.
Then said Hopeful: Be of good cheer;
my feet feel the bed of the stream, and
it is good.
But Christian said: Ah, Hopeful,
the pains of death have got hold of me ;
I shall not reach the land that I long
for. And with that a cloud came on
his sight, so that he could not see.
Hopeful had much to do to keep
Christian's head out of the stream ; nay,
at times he had quite sunk, and then in
a while he would rise up half dead.
Then said Hopeful: My friend, all
this is sent to try if you will call to mind
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all that God has done for you, and live
on Him in your heart.
At these words Hopeful saw that
Christian was in deep thought; so he
said to him: Be of good cheer, Christ
will make thee whole.
Then Christian broke out with a loud
voice: Oh, I see Him, and He speaks
to me and says, " When you pass through
the deep streams, I will be with you."
And now they both got strength, and
the stream was as still as a stone, so
that Christian felt the bed of it with his
feet, and he could walk through it.
Thus they got to the right bank, where
the two men in bright robes stood to
wait for them, and their clothes were
left in the stream.
Now you must bear in mind that
Zion was on a steep hill, yet did Christian and Hopeful go up with ease and
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great speed, for they had these two men
to lead them by the arms.
The hill stood in the sky, for the
base of it was there. So in sweet talk
they went up through the air. The
Bright Ones told them of the bliss of
the place, which they said was such as
no tongue could tell, and that there they
would see the Tree of Life, and eat of
the fruits of it.
When   you  come
white robes will  be
your  talk  from  day
with  the King  for
you shall  not see sue
there, said they,
put on  you,   and
to day shall be
all time. There
ich things  as  you
saw on earth, to wit, care and want, and
woe   and   death.      You   now   go   to
be with Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob.
Christian and Hopeful.—What must
we do there ?
'ley said : You will have rest for all
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your toil, and joy for all your grief.
You will reap what you have sown—
the fruit of all the tears you shed for
the King by the way. In that place
you will wear crowns of gold, and have
at all times a sight of Him who sits
on the throne. There you shall serve
Him with love, with shouts of joy and
with songs of praise.
Now, while they thus drew up to the
gate, lo, a host of saints came to meet
them, to whom the two Bright Ones
said: These are men who felt love for
our Lord when they were in the world,
and left all for His name; and He sent
us to bring them far on their way, that
they might go in and look on their
Lord with joy.
Then the whole host with great
shouts came round on all sides (as
it were   to   guard   them); so   that  it
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would seem to Christian and Hopeful as if all Zion had come down to
meet them.
Now, when Christian and Hopeful
went in at the gate a great change took
place in them, and they were clad in
robes that shone like gold. There
were bright hosts that came with harps
and crowns, and they said to them:
Come, ye, in the joy of the Lord.
And then I heard all the bells in Zion
Now, just as the gates were flung
back for the men to pass in, I had a
sight of Zion, which shone like the
sun; the ground was of gold, and
those who dwelt there had love in their
looks, crowns on their heads, and palms
in their hands, and with one voice they
sent forth shouts of praise.
But the gates were now once more
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shut, and I could but wish that I, too,
had gone in to share this bliss. Then
I woke, and. lo. it was a dream.
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Once more I had a dream, and it was
this:—Christiana, the wife of Christian,
had been on her knees to pray, and as
she rose, she heard a loud knock at the
door. If you come in God's name,
said she, come in. Then I thought in
my dream that a form, clad in robes as
white as snow, threw back the door,
and said: Peace be to this house. At
a sight so new to her, Christiana at first
grew pale with fear, but in a short time
took heart and told him she would fain
know whence he came, and why. So
he said his name was Secret, and that
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he dwelt with those that are on high.
Then said her guest: Christiana, here
is a note for thee, which I have brought
from Christian. So she took it, broke
the seal, and read these words, which
were in gold :—" To her who was my
dear wife. The King would have you
do as I have done, for that was the way
to come to his land, and to dwell with
him in joy." When Christiana read
this, she shed tears, and said to him
who brought the note: Sir, will you take
me and my sons with you, that we, too,
may bow down to this king ? But he
said: Christiana, joy is born of grief;
care must come first, then bliss. To
reach the land where I dwell thou must
go through toils, as well as scorn and
taunts. But take the road that leads
up to the field gate which stands in the
head of the way;   and I wish you all
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good speed. I would have thee wear
this note in thy breast, that it may be
read by thee till thou hast got it by
rote, but thou must give it up at the
last gate that leads to The Celestial
Then Christiana spoke to her boys,
and said: My sons, I have of late been
sad at the death of Christian, your dear
sire. But I feel sure now that it is well
with him, and that he dwells in the land
of life and peace. I have, too, felt deep
grief at the thoughts of my own state
and yours; for we were wrong to let
our hearts grow cold, and turn a deaf
ear to him in the time of his woe, and
hold back from him when he fled from
this City of Destruction.
The thought of these things would
kill me, were it not for a dream
which I had last night, and for what a
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guest who came here at dawn has told
me. So come, my dear ones, let us
make our way at once to the gate that
leads to The Celestial City, that we
may see your sire and be there with
him and his friends.
Then her first two sons burst out
in tears of joy that Christian's heart
was set that way.
Now while they put all things right
to go, two friends of Christiana's came
up to her house, and gave a knock at
the door. To them she said: If you
come in God's name, come in. This
mode of speech from the lips of Christiana struck them as strange. Yet they
came in, and said: Pray what do you
mean by this ? I mean to leave my
home, said she to Mrs. Timorous—for
that was the. name of one of these
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Timorous.—To what end, pray tell
Christiana.—To go to my dear Christian, i  And with that she wept.
Timorous.—Nay, can it be so ? Who
or what has brought you to this state of
mind ?
Christiana.—Oh, my friend, if you
did but know as much as I do, I doubt
not that you would be glad to go with me.
Timorous.—Pray what new lore have
you got hold of that draws your mind
from your friends, and tempts you to go
no one knows where ?
Christiana.—I dreamt last night that
I saw Christian. Oh, that my soul
were with him now! The Prince of
the place has sent for me, through one
who came to me at sun rise, and brought
me this note to bid me go there; do
read it, I pray you.
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Timorous. — Ah, how mad to run
such risks! You have heard, I am
sure, from our friend Obstinate, what
Christian met with on the way, for he
went with him; yea, and Pliable too,
till they, like wise men, came back
through fear. You heard how he met
with the beasts of prey and Apollyon,
what he saw in the Valley of the Shadow of Death, and more still that makes
my hair stand on end to hear of; think,
too, of these four sweet boys who are
your own flesh and bone ; and, though
you should be so rash as to wish to go,
yet for their sake, I pray you keep at
But Christiana said: Tempt me not.
I have now a chance put in my hand to
get gain, and in truth I should be a fool
if I had not the heart to grasp it. And
these toils and snares that you tell me
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of shall not keep me back; no, they
serve but to show me that I am in the
right. Care must first be felt, then joy.
So since you came not to my house in
God's name, as I said, I pray you to be
gone, and tempt me no more.
Then Timorous said to Mercy (who
had come with her): Let us leave her in
her own hands, since she scorns all that
I say.
But Mercy thought that if her friend
Christiana must be gone, she would go
part of the way with her to help her.
She took some thought, too, of her own
soul, for what Christiana had said had
laid hold on her mind, and she felt she
must have some talk with this friend;
and if she found that truth and life were
in her words, she would join her with
all her heart.
So Mercy said to Timorous: I came
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with you to see Christiana, and since on
this day she takes leave of the town, I
think the least I can do would be to
walk a short way with her, to help her
on. But the rest she kept from Timorous.
Timorous.—Well, I see you have a
mind to play the fool too ; but take heed
in good time, and be wise.
So Mrs. Timorous went to her own
house; and Christiana, with her four
boys and Mercy, went on their way.
Mercy, said Christiana, I take this as
a great boon that you should set foot out
of doors to start me on my way.
Then said young Mercy (for she was
quite young): If I thought it would be
good to join you, I would not go back
at all to the town.
Christiana.—Well, Mercy, cast your
lot in with mine; I know what will be
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the end of our toils. Christian is where
he would not fail to be for all the gold
in the mines of Spain. Nor shall you be
sent back, though there be no one but
I to ask it for you; for the King who
has sent for me and my boys is One who
turns not from those who seek Him. If
you like I will hire you, and you shall
go as my maid, and yet shall share all
things with me, so that you do but go.
Mercy.—But how do I know that I
shall be let in ? If I thought I should
have help from Him from whom all help
comes, I would make no pause, but
would go at once, let the way be as
rough as it might.
Christiana.—Well, Mercy, I will tell
you what I would have you do. Go
with me as far as to the field gate, and
there I will ask; and if no hopes should
be held out to you by him who keeps
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the gate, you can but go back to your
Mercy.—Well, I will go with you,
and the Lord grant that my lot may be
cast to dwell in the land for which my
heart yearns.
Christiana then felt glad that she had
a friend to join her, and that that friend
should have so great a care for her
So they went on their way; but the
face of Mercy wore so sad a mien that
Christiana said to her: What ails you ?
Why do you weep ?
Mercy.—Oh, who could but weep to
think of the state of my poor friends
near and dear to me, in our bad town ?
Christiana.—You feel for your friends
as my good Christian did for me when
he left me, for it went to his heart to
find that I would not see these things in
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the same light as he did. And now
you, I, and these dear boys, reap the
fruits of all his woes. I hope, Mercy,
these tears of yours will not be shed in
vain, for He who could not lie, has said
that they who sow in tears shall reap in
Now when Christiana came up to the
Slough of Despond, she and her sons
made a stand, and Christiana told them
that this was the place in which her dear
Christian fell.    But Mercy said: Come,
let us try; all we have to do is to keep
the steps well in view.    Yet Christiana
made a slip or two in the mud; but at
last they got through the slough, and
then they heard a voice say to them :
Blest is she who hath faith, for those
things which were told her of the Lord
shall come to pass.
So now they went on once moref and
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Mercy said : Had I as good grounds to
hope to get in at the gate as you have,
I think no Slough of Despond would
keep me back.
Well, said Christiana, you know your
sore, and I know mine, and hard toil
will it be for both of us to get to the end
of the way ; for how can we think that
they who set out on a scheme of so much
bliss, should steer clear of frights and
fears on their way to that bright bourn
which it is their aim to reach ?
When they came to the gate, it took
them some time to make out a plan of
what they should say to Him who stood
there ; and as Mercy was not so old as
her friend, she said that it must rest with
Christiana to speak for all of them. So
she gave a knock, and then (like Christian) two more; but no one came.
Now they heard the fierce bark of a
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dog, which made them shake with fear,
nor did they dare for a while to knock
a third time, lest the dog should fly at
them. So they were put to their wits'
end to know what to do : to knock they
did not dare, for fear of the dog; to go
back they did not dare, lest He who
kept the gate should see them as they
went, and might not like it. At last they
gave a knock four times as loud as the
Then He who stood at the gate said :
Who is there ? The dog was heard to
bark no more, and the gate swung wide
for them to come in.
Christiana sank on her knees, and
said: Let not our Lord be wroth that we
have made this loud noise at His gate.
At this He said: Whence come you,
and what is it that you would have ?
Quoth Christiana: We are come from
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the town whence Christian came, to )*tg
to be let in at this gate, that we may go
on our way to The Celestial City. I
was once the wife of Christian, who now
is in the land of bliss.
With that, He who kept the gate
threw up his arms and said: What! is
she on her road to the Celestial City
who, but a short time since, did hate the
life of that place ?
Then Christiana bent her head, and
said: Yes, and so are these my dear sons.
So He took her by the hand and led
her in; and when her four sons had
gone through, He shut the gate. This
done, He said to a man hard by: Sound
the horn for joy.
But now that Christiana was safe
through the gate with her boys, she
thought it time to speak a word for
Mercy, so she said: My Lord, I have
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a friend who stands at the gate, who has
come here with the same trust that I
did. One whose heart is sad to think
that she comes, it may be, when she is
not sent for; while I had word from
Christian's King to come.
The time did so lag with poor Mercy
while she stood to be let in, that though
it was but a short space, yet through fear
and doubt did it seem to her like an
hour at least; and Christiana could not
say more for Mercy to Him who kept
the gate for the knocks, which came so
fast, and were at last so loud, that they
made Christiana start.
Then said He: Who is there ?
Quoth Christiana: It is my friend.
So He threw back the gate to look
out, but Mercy was in a swoon, from
the fear that she should not be let in.
Then He took her by the hand, and
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said : Fear not; stand firm on thy feet,
and tell me whence thou art come, and
for what end ?
Mercy.—I do not come as my friend
Christiana does, for I was not sent for
by"the King, and I fear I am too bold.
Yet if there is grace to share, I pray
thee let me share it.
Then He took her once more by the
hand and led her in, and said : All may
come in who put their trust in me, let
the means be what they may that
brought them here.
Then He told those that stood by to
bring her some myrrh, and in a while
she got well.
Now I saw in my dream that He
spoke good words to Mercy, Christiana,
and her boys, so as to make glad their
hearts. And He took them up to the
top of the gate, where He left them for
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a while, and Christiana said: Oh my
dear friend, how glad am I that we
have all got in !
Mercy.—So you may well be ; but I
most of all have cause for joy.
Christiana.—I thought at one time as
I stood at the gate, and none came to
me, that a]l our pains had been lost.
Mercy.—But my worst fears came on
when I saw Him who kept the gate
grant you your wish, and take no heed
of me. And this brought to my mind
the two who ground at the same mill,
and how I was the one who was left;
and I found it hard not to cry out, I
am lost! I am lost!
Christiana.—I thought you would
have come in by rude force.
Mercy.—Ah me ! You saw that the
door was shut on me, and that a fierce
hound was   not   far   off.     Who,   with
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so faint a heart as mine, would not
give loud knocks with all her might ? But
pray, what said my Lord at this rude
noise ?    Was He not wroth with me ?
Christiana.—When He heard your
loud thumps at the door He gave a
smile ; and to my mind, what you did
would seem to please Him well. But
it is hard to guess why He keeps such a
dog. Had I known of it, I fear I should
not have had the wish to come. But
now we are in we are safe; and I am
glad with all my heart.
One of Christianas boys said: Pray
ask to have a chain put on the dog, for
it will bite us when we go hence.
Then He who kept the gate came
down to them once more, and Mercy
fell with her face to the ground, and said:
Oh let me bless and praise the Lord
with my lips!
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So He said to her: Peace be to
thee; stand up.
But she would not rise till she had
heard from Him why He kept so fierce
a dog in the yard. He told her He
did not own the dog, but that it was
shut up in the grounds of one who dwelt
near. In truth, said He: it is kept
from no good will to me or mine, but to
cause those who come here to turn back
from my gate by the sound of its voice.
But hadst thou known more of me
thou wouldst not have felt fear of a dog.
The poor man who goes from door to
door will, for the sake of alms, run the
risk of a bite from a cur; and shall a
dog keep thee from me ?
Mercy.—I spoke of what I knew not;
but, Lord, I know t that thou dost all
things well.
Then Christiana rose as if she would
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go on her way. So He fed them, and
set them in the right path, as He had
done to Christian. And as they went,
Christiana sang a hymn : " We turn our
tears to joy, and our fears to faith/'
They had not gone far when they saw
some fruit trees, the boughs of which
hung from the top of a wall that was
built round the grounds of him who
kept the fierce hound, and at times
those that came that way would eat them
to their cost. So as they were ripe,
Christianas boys threw them down and
ate some of them; though Christiana
chid them for it, and said: That fruit is
not ours. But she knew not then whose
it was.    Still the boys would eat of it.
Now when they had gone but a bow
shot from the place, they saw two men,
who with bold looks came fast down the
hill to meet them.    With that, Chris-
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tiana and her friend Mercy drew down
their veils, and so kept on their way,
and the boys went on first. Then the
men came up to them, but Christiana
said: Stand back, or go by in peace, as
you should. Yet they took no more
heed of her words than if they had been
Christiana, who did not like their
looks, said: We are in haste, and can
not stay; our work is a work of life and
death. With that, she and the rest
made a fresh move to pass, but the men
would not let them. So with one voice
they all set up a loud cry. Now, as
they were not far from the field gate,
they were heard from that place, and
some of those in the lodge came out in
haste to catch these bad men; when
they soon leapt the wall, and got safe to
the grounds where the dog was kept.
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Reliever.—How was it that when you
were at the gate you did not ask Him
who stood there to take you on your
way, and guard you from harm ? Had
you done so you would not have gone
through these frights, for He would have
been sure to grant you your wish.
Christiana.—Ah, Sir, the joy we felt
when we were let in, drove from our
thoughts all fears to come. And how
could we think that such bad men could
lurk in such a place as that ? True, it
would have been well for us if we had
thought to ask Him; but since our
Lord knew it would be for our good,
how came it to pass that He did not
send some one with us ?
Reliever.—You did not ask. When
the want of a thing is felt, that which
we wish for is worth all the more.
Christiana.—Shall we go back to my
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Lord and tell Him we wish we had
been more wise, and ask for a guard ?
Reliever.—Go back you need not, for
in no place where you go will you find
a want at all.
When he had said this he took his
leave, and the rest went on their way.
Mercy.—What a blank is here! I
made sure' we had been past all
risk, and that we should see no more
Christiana.—Your youth may plead
for you, my friend, and screen you from
blame; but as for me, my fault is so
much the worse, in so far as I knew
what would take place ere I came out
of my door.
Mercy.—But how could you know
this ere you set out ?
Christiana.—Why, I will tell you.
One night as I lay in bed,  I   had a
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dream, in which I saw the whole scene
as it took place just now.
By this time Christiana, Mercy, and
the four boys had come to the house of
Interpreter. Now when they drew near
to the door they heard the sound of
Christianas name; for the news of her
flight had made a great stir; but they
knew not that she stood at the door.
At last she gave a knock, as she had
done at the gate, when there came to the
door a young maid, Innocent by name.
Innocent.—With whom would you
speak in this place ?
Christiana.—As we heard that this is
a place of rest for those that go by the
way, we pray that we may be let in, for
the day, as you see, is far spent, and we
are loth to go on to night.
Innocent.—Pray what is your name,
that I may tell it to my Lord ?
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Christiana.—My name is Christiana;
I was the wife of Christian, who some
time since came by this way, and these
are his four sons.
Innocent then ran in, and said to those
there: Can you guess who is at the door ?
There are Christiana, her boys and her
friend !
So they leapt for joy, and went to tell
it to their Lord, who came to the door
and said: Art thou that Christiana whom
Christian left in the town of Destruction, when he set out for The Celestial
City ? m
Christiana.—I am she, and my heart
was so hard as to slight his woes, and
leave him to make his way as he could;
and these are his four sons. But I, too,
am come, for I feel sure that no way is
right but this.
Interpreter.—But why do you stand
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at the door ?    Come in, it was but just
now that we spoke of you, for we heard
that you were on your way.    Come, my
dear boys,  come in ;   come, my sweet
maid, come in.    So he took them to the
house, and bade them sit down and rest.
All in the house wore a smile of joy to
think that Christiana was on 1ier way to
The Celestial City, and they were glad
to see the young ones walk in God's
ways, and gave them a kind clasp of the
hand to show their good will.    They
said soft words, too, to Mercy, and bade
them all beat their ease.    To fill up the
time till they could sup, Interpreter took
them to see all those  things that had
been shown to Christian.    This done,
they were led to a room in which stood a
man with a prong in his hand, who could
look no way but down on the ground ;
and there stood one with a crown in his
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hand, which he said he would give him
for his prong ; yet the first man did not
look up, but went on to rake the straws,
dust, and sticks which lay on the floor.
Then said Christiana : I think I
know what this means. It is a sketch
of a man of this world, is it not, good
Interpreter.—Thou art right, and his
prong shows that his mind . is of the
earth, and that he thinks life in the next
world is a mere song ; take note that he
does not so much as look up; and
straws, sticks, and dust, with most, are
the great things to live for.
At that Christiana and Mercy wept,
and said :   Ah, yes, it is too true !
Interpreter then took them to a room
where were a hen and her chicks, and
bade them look well at them for a while.
So one of the chicks went to the trough
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to drink, and each time she drank would
she lift up her head and her eyes to
the sky.
See, said he, what this bird does, and
learn of her to know whence all good
comes, and to give to the Lord who
dwells on high, the praise and thanks
for it. Look once more, and see all
the ways that the hen has with her
young brood. There is her call that
goes on all day long; and there is her
call that comes but now and then; she
has a third call to shield them with her
wings; and her fourth is a loud cry,
which she gives when she spies a foe.
Now, said he, set her ways by the side
of your King's, and the ways of these
chicks by the side of those who love to
do His will, and then you will see what
I mean. For He has a way to walk in
with His saints.    By the call that comes
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all day He gives nought; by a call that
is rare He is sure to have some good
to give; then there is a call, too, for
those that would come to His wings,
which He spreads out to shield them ;
and He has a cry to warn men from
those who might hurt their souls. I
choose scenes from real life, as they are
not too hard for you to grasp, when I
fit them to your own case; and it is the
love I have for your souls that prompts
me to show you these things.
Christiana.—Pray let us see some
Interpreter then took them to his
field, which was sown with wheat and
corn ; but when they came to look, the
ears were cut off, and there was nought
but the straw left.
Interpreter.—What shall we do with
the crop ?
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Christiana.—Burn some, and use the
rest to dress the ground with.
Interpreter.—Fruit, you see, is the
thing you look for, and for want of that
you cast off the whole crop. Take heed
that in this you do not seal your own
doom : for by fruit I mean works.
Now when they came back to the
house the meal was not yet spread,
so did Christiana beg of Interpreter
to show or tell them some more
Interpreter. — So much the more
strong a man's health is, so much the
more prone is he to sin. The more fat
the sow is, the more she loves the mire.
It is not so hard to sit up a night or
two, as to watch for a whole year; just
as it is not so hard to start well as it is
to hold out to the end. One leak will
sink a ship, and one sin will kill a mans
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soul. If a man would live well, let him
keep his last day in mind.
Now when Christiana, Mercy, and
the boys had all had a good night's rest,
they rose with the sun, and made a
move to leave; but Interpreter told
them to wait a while. For, said he,
you must go hence in due form, such is
the rule of the house.
Then he told Innocent to take them
to the bath, and there wash the dust
from them. This done, they came
forth fresh and strong, and as Interpreter
said: Fair as the moon.
Next he told those near him to bring
the seal, and when it was brought he set
his mark on them, that they might be
known in each place where they went.
Then said Interpreter: Bring vests
for them. And they were clad in robes
as white as snow, so that it made each
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start to. see the rest shine with so bright
a light.
Interpreter then sent for one of his
men whose name was Great-heart, and
bade that he should be clad in a coat of
mail, with sword and shield, and that he
should take them to a house, the name
of which was Beautiful, where they
would rest.
Then Interpreter took his leave of
them, with a good wish for each. So
they went on their way, and thus they
** O move me, Lord, to watch and pray,
From sin my heart to clear;
To take my cross up day by day,
And serve the Lord with fear."
They next came to the place where
Christian's load had been lost in the
tomb. Here they made a pause, and
gave  thanks  to Him who  laid  down
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the hill, which was so
toil made Christiana
So now they
pant for
His life
went up
that the
breath.    ^^^^^.
How can we doubt, said she, that
they who love rest more than their
souls would choose some way on which
they could go with more ease than
this ?
Then Mercy said: Come what may,
I must rest/or a while.
And James, who was the least of the
boys, gave way to tears.
Come, come! said Great-heart, sit not
down here; for there is a seat near us
put there by the Prince. With this he
took the young child by the hand, and
led him to it; and they were all glad to
sit down, and to be out of the heat of
the suns rays.
Then said Mercy: How sweet is rest
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to them that work! And how good is
the Prince to place this seat here that
such as we may rest! Of this spot I
have heard much, but let us take heed
that we sleep not, for that cost poor
Christian dear.
Then, said Mr. Great-heart: Well,
my brave boys, how do you do ? What
think you of this hill ?
Sir, said James, this hill beats me
out of heart! And I see now that
what I have been told is true, the land
of bliss is up steps; but "still, Sir, it is
worse to go down hill to death thati up
hill to life.
You are a good boy, said Great-heart.
At this Mercy could but smile, and it
made James blush.
Christiana.—Come, will you not
drink out of this flask, and eat some
fruit, while we sit here to rest ?    For
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Mr. Interpreter put these in my hand
as I came out of his door.
Now when they had sat there a
while, their guide said to them : The
day runs on, and if you think well of it,
let us now go on our way.
So they all set out, the boys first,
then the rest; but they had not gone far
when Christiana found she had left
the flask, so she sent James back to
fetch it.
Mercy.—I think this is the place
where Christian lost his scroll. How
was this, Sir ?
Great-heart.—We may trace it to
two things ; one is sleep, and one is
that you cease to think of that which
you cease to want: and when you lose
sight of a boon you lose sight of Him
who grants it, and the joy of it will end
in tears.
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By and by they came to a small
mound with a post on it, where these
words were cut, " Let him who sees this
post take heed of his heart and his
tongue that they be not false." Then
they went on till they came up to two
large beasts of prey.
Now Great-heart was a strong man,
so he had no fear ; but their fierce looks
made the boys start, and they all clung
round Great-heart.
How now, my boys ! You march
on first, as brave as can be, when there
is no cause for fear; but when a test of
your strength comes you shrink.
Now when Great-heart drew his
sword to force a way there came up
one Giant Grim, who said, in a gruff
voice: What right have you to come
here ?
Great-heart—These folk are on their
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way to The Celestial City, and this is
the road they shall go, in spite of thee
and the wild beasts.
Grim.;—This is not their way, nor
shall they go on it. I am come forth to
stop them, and to that end will back the
wild beasts.
Now, to say truth, • so fierce were
these beasts, and so grim the looks of
him who had charge of them, that the
road was grown with weeds and grass
from want of use. And still Grim
bade them turn; for, said he, you shall
not pass.
But their guide came up, and struck
so hard at him with his sword as to
force him to fall back.
Giant Grim.—Will you slay me on
my own ground ?
Great-heart.—It is the Kings high
way on which  we  stand, and in  His
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way it is that you have put these beasts.
But these, who are in my charge,
though weak, shall hold on in spite of
all. And with that he dealt him a
blow that brought him to the ground;
so Giant Grim was slain.
Then Great-heart said: Come now
with me, and you shall take no harm
from the two beasts. So they went by,
but shook from head to foot at the mere
sight of their teeth and claws.
At length they came in sight of the
lodge, to which they soon went up, but
made the more haste to get there
as it grew dusk. So when they were
come to the gate the guide gave a
knock, and the man at the lodge said
in a loud voice: Who is there ?
Great-heart.—It is I.
Mr. Watchful.—How now, Mr.
Great-heart ?    What  has brought you
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here at so late an hour ? Then Great-
heart told him that he had come with
some friends on their way to Zion.
Mr. Watchful.—Will you go in and
stay till the day dawns ?
.Great-heart.—No, I will go back to
my Lord to night.
Christiana.—Ah, Sir, I know not
how we can part with you, for it is to
your stout heart that we owe our lives.
You have fought for us, you have
taught us what is right, and your faith
and your love have known no bounds.
Mercy.—O that we could have you
for our guide all the rest of the way!
For how can such weak folk as we are
hold out in a path fraught with toils and
snares if we have no friend to take us ?
James.—Pray, Sir, keep with us and
help us, when the way we go is so hard
to find.
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Great-heart.—As my Lord wills, so
must I do ; if He send me to join you
once more, I shall be glad to wait on
you. But it was here that you were in
fault at first, for when He bade me
come thus far with you, if you had
said, We beg of you to let him go
quite through with us, He would have
let me do so. But now I must go
back; and so good Christiana, Mercy,
and my dear boys, fare ye all well.
Then did Watchful, who kept the
lodge, ask Christiana whence she had
come, and who her friends were.
Christiana.—I come from The City
of Destruction, and I was the wife of
one Christian, who is dead.
Then Watchful rang the bell, as at
such times he is wont, and there came
to the door a maid, to whom he said:
Go, make it known that Christiana, the
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wife of Christian, and her four boys are
come on their way to The Celestial
So she went in and told all this.
And, oh, what shouts of joy were sent
forth when those words fell from her
mouth! So all came with haste to
Watchful; for Christiana still stood at
the door.
Some of the most grave then said to
her: Christiana, come in, thou wife of
that good man ; come in, thou blest
one; come in, with all that are with
So she went in, and the rest with
her. They then bade them sit down in
a large room, where the chief of the house
came to see them and to cheer up his
guests. Then he gave each of them
a kiss. But as it was late, and Christiana and the rest were faint with the
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great fright they had had, they would
fain have gone to rest.
Nay, said those of the house, take
first some meat; for as Watchful had
heard that they were on their way, a
lamb had been slain for them. When
the meal had come to an end, and they
had sung a psalm, Christiana said:
If we may be so bold as to choose, let
us be in that room which was Christian's when he was here.
So they took them there, but ere she
went to sleep Christiana said: I did
not think when my poor Christian set
off with his load on his back that I
should do the same thing.
Mercy.—No, nor did you think then
that you should rest in the same room
as he had done.
Christiana.—And less still to see his
dear face once more who was dead and
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gone, and to praise the Lord the King
with him; and yet now I think I shall.
Mercy.—Do you not hear a noise ?
Christiana.—Hark! as far as I can
make out, the sounds we hear come
from the lute, the pipe, and the horn.
Mercy.—Sweet sounds in the house,
sweet sounds in the air, sweet sounds in
the heart, for joy that we are here!
Thus did Christiana and Mercy chat
a while, and they then slept.
Now at dawn when they woke up,
Christiana said to Mercy, What was it
that made you laugh in your sleep last
night ?    Were you in a dream ?
Mercy.—Yes, and a sweet dream it
was.    But are you sure that I did laugh ?
Christiana.—Yes, you gave a laugh
as if from your heart of hearts. Do
pray Mercy tell it to me.
Mercy.—I dreamt that I lay in some
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lone wood to weep and wail, for that my
heart should be so hard a one. Now
I had not been there long when I
thought there were some who had come
to hear me speak in my sleep; but
I went on with my moans. At this
they said with a laugh, that I was a fool.
Then I saw a Bright One with wings
come up to me, who said: Mercy, what
ails you ? And when he heard the
cause of my grief, he said: Peace be to
thee. He then came up to wipe off my
tears, and had me clad in robes of gold,
and put a chain on my neck, and a crown
on my head. Then he took me by the
hand and said: Mercy, come this way.
So he went up with me till we came to
a gate, at which he gave a knock, and
then he took me to a throne on which
one sat. The place was as bright as
the stars, nay, more like the sun.    And
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I thought that I saw Christian there.
So I woke from my dream. But did
I laugh ?
Christiana.—Laugh ! Yes, and so you
might, to see how well off you were!
For you must give me leave to tell you,
that as you find the first part true, so
you will find the last
Mercy.—Well, I am glad of my
dream, for I hope ere long to see it
come to pass, so as to make me laugh
once more.
Christiana.—I think it is now high
time to rise, and to know what we must
Mercy.—Pray, if they should ask us
to stay, let us by all means do so; for
I should much like to know more
of these maids. I think Prudence,
Piety, and Charity have, each of them,
a most choice mien.
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Christiana.—We shall see what they
will do.
So they came down.
Then said Prudence and Piety: If
you will stay here, you shall have what
the house will yield.
Charity.—Yes, and that with a good
So they were there some time, much
to their good.
Prudence.—Christiana, I give you
all praise, for you have brought your
boys up well. With James I have had
a long chat; he is a good boy, and has
learnt much that will bring peace to his
mind while he lives on this earth, and
in the world to come it will cause him
to see the face of Him who sits on the
throne. For my own part, I will teach
all your sons. At the same time, said
she to them, you must still give heed to
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all that Christiana can teach you; but
more than all, you must read the Book
of God's Word, which sent your dear
sire on his way to the land of bliss.
By the time that Christiana and the
rest had been in this place a week, a
man, Mr. Brisk by name, came to woo
Mercy, with the wish to wed her. Now
Mercy was fair to look on, and her
mind was at all times set on work and
the care of those round her. She would
knit hose for the poor, and give to all
those things of which they stood in need.
She will make me a good house wife,
thought Brisk.
Mercy one day said to those of the
house: Will you tell me what you think
of Mr. Brisk ?
They then told her that the young
man would seem to have a great sense
of the love of God, but that they had
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fears it did not reach his soul, which they
thought did cleave too  much  to  this
Nay then, said Mercy, I will look no
more on him, for I will not have a clog
to my soul.
Prudence.—If you go on as you have
set out, and work so hard for the poor,
he will soon cool.
So the next time he came, he found
her at her work.
What still at it ? said he.
Mr. Brisk.—How much can you earn
in the day ?
Mercy.—I work at these things for
the good of those for whom I do them;
and more than this, to do the will of
Him who was slain on the cross for me.
With that his face fell, and he came
no more to see her.
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Prudence.—Did I not tell you that
Mr. Brisk would soon flee from you ?
Yea, he may seem to love Mercy, but
Mercy and he could not tread the same
road of life side by side.
Now Matthew, the son of Christiana,
fell sick, so they sent to Mr. Skill to
cure him. Then said he: Tell me what
he eats.
Christiana.—Well, there is no food
here but what is good.
Mr. Skill.—This boy has in him a
crude mass of food, which if I do not
use the means to get rid of, he will
Samuel said to Christiana, What was
it that you saw Matthew pick up and
eat when we came from the gate which
is at the head of this way ?
Christiana.—It was some of the fruit
that grows there ; I chid him for it
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Skill.—I felt sure that it was some
bad food; now that fruit hurts more than
all, for it is the fruit from Beelzebub's
grounds. Did no one warn you of it ?
Some fall down dead when they eat it.
Then Christiana wept and said: What
shall I do for my son ? Pray, Sir, try
your best to cure him, let it cost what it
Then Skill gave strange drugs to
him, which he would not take. So
Christiana put one of them to the tip of
her tongue. Oh Matthew, said she,
it is sweet, sweet as balm ; if you love
me, if /ou love Mercy, if you love your
life, do take it.
So in time he did, and felt grief for
his sin. He quite lost the pain, so that
with a staff he could walk, and went
from room to room to talk with Mercy,
Prudence, Piety, and Charity.
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Christiana.—Pray, Sir, what else are
these pills good for ?
Skill.—They are good for all those
that go on their way to The Celestial
Christiana.—I pray of you to make
me up a large box full of them, for if I
can get these, I will take none else.
Skill.—I make no doubt that if a man
will but use them as he should, he could
not die. But, good Christiana, these
pills will be of no use if you do not give
them as I have done, and that is, in a
glass of grief for the sins of those who
take them. So he gave some to Christiana and the rest of her boys, and
to Mercy; he bade Matthew, too, keep
a good look out that he ate no more
green plums ; then he gave him a kiss,
and went his way.
Now, as they had spent some time
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here, they made a move to go. Then
Joseph, who was Christiana's third son,
said to her: You were to send to the
house of Mr. Interpreter to beg of him
to grant that Mr. Great-heart should go
with us as our guide.
Good boy! said Christiana, I had not
thought of it.
So she wrote a note, and Interpreter
said to the man who brought it: Go, tell
them that I will send him.
Great-heart soon came, and he said to
Christiana and Mercy: My Lord has
sent you some wine and burnt corn, and
to the boys figs and dry grapes.
They then set off, and Prudence and
Piety went with them. But first Christiana took leave of Watchful, who kept
the gate, and put a small coin in his
hand while she gave him her thanks for
all that he had done for her and her
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dear boys. She then said to him:
Have you seen men go by since we
have been here ?
Watchful.—Yes, I have, and there
has been a great theft on this high
way; but the thieves were caught.
Then Christiana and Mercy said they
felt great fear to go on that road.
Matthew.—Fear not, as long as we
have Mr. Great-heart with us to guide us.
I now saw in my dream that they
went on till they came to the brow of
the hill, when Piety said : O, I must
go back to fetch that which I meant to
give to Christiana and Mercy, and it was
a list of all those things which they had
seen at the house where we live. On
these, said she, I beg of you to look
from time to time, and call them to mind
for your good.
They now went down the hill to the
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Vale of Humiliation. It was a steep
hill, and their feet slid as they went on;
but they took great care, and when they
had got to the foot of it, Piety said to
Christiana: This is the vale where
Christian met with Apollyon, and where
they had that fierce fight which I know
you must have heard of. But be of
good cheer, as long as we have Mr.
Great-heart to guide us, there is nought
here that will hurt us, save those sights
that spring from our own fears. And
as to Apollyon, the good folk of the
town, who tell us that such a thing fell
out in such a place, to the hurt of such a
one, think that some foul fiend haunts
that place, when lo! it is from the fruit
of their own ill deeds that such things
do fall on them. For they that make
slips must look for frights. And hence
it is that this vale has so bad a name.
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James.—See, there is a post with
words on it, I will go and read them.
So he went, and found that these
words were cut on it: Let the slips
which Christian met with ere he came
here, and the fights he had in this place,
warn all those who come to the Vale of
Mr. Great-heart.—It is not so hard
to go up as down this hill, and that can
be said of but few hills in this part of
the world. But we will leave the good
man, he is at rest, and he had a brave
fight with the foe; let Him who dwells
on high grant that we fare no worse
when our strength comes to be put to
the test. This vale brings forth much
Now, as they went on, they met a boy
who was clad in mean clothes and kept
watch on some sheep.    He had a fine
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fresh face, and as he sat on a bank he
sang a song.
Hark, said Great-heart, to the words
of that boy s song.
So they gave ear to it.
"He that is down need fear no fall,
He that is low, no pride,
He that is meek at all times shall
Have God to be his guide."
Then said Great-heart: Do you hear
him ? I dare say this boy leads as gay
a life as he that is clad in silk, and that
he wears more of that plant which they
call heart's ease.
Samuel.—Ask Great-heart in what
part of this vale it was that Apollyon
came to fight Christian ?
Great-heart.—The fight took place at
that part of the plain which has the
name  of Forgetful   Green.     And   if
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those who go on their way meet with a
shock, it is when they lose sight of the
good which they have at the hand of
Him who dwells on high.
Mercy.—I think I feel as well in this
place as I have done in all the rest of
our way. This vale has a sweet grace,
and just suits my mind; for I love to be
in such a spot as this, where there are
no coach wheels to make a din. Here
one may think a while what he is,
whence he came, and for what the King
has made him ; here one may muse and
Just then they thought that the ground
they trod on shook. But the guide
bade them be of good cheer, and look
well to their feet, lest by chance they
should meet with some snare.
Then James felt sick, but I think
the cause of it was fear, and Christiana
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gave him some of the wine which Mr.
Interpreter had put in her hands, and
three of the pills which Mr. Skill had
made up, and the boy soon got well.
They then went on a while, and
Christiana said: What is that thing on
the road ? A thing of such a shape I
have not seen in all my life!
Joseph said : What is it ?
A vile thing, child ; a vile thing!
said she.
Joseph.—But what is it like ?
Christiana.—It is like—I can't tell
what. Just then it was far off, now it
is nigh.
Great-heart—Well, well, let them
that have the most fear keep close to
Then it went out of sight of all of
But they had  not gone   far when
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Mercy cast a look back, and saw, as she
thought, a great beast come fast up to
them with a loud roar.
This noise made them all quail with
fright, save their guide, who fell back
and put the rest in front of him. But
when the brute saw that Great-heart
meant to fight him, he drew back and
was seen no more.
Now they had not left the spot long
when a great mist fell on them, so that
they could not see.
What shall we do ? said they.
Their guide told them not to fear,
but to stand still, and see what an end
he would put to this too.
Then said Christiana to Mercy:
Now I see what my poor dear Christian went through; I have heard much
of this place. Poor man, he went here
in the dead of the night, and no one
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with him; but who can tell what the
Valley of the Shadow of Death should
mean, till they come to see it ? To be
here fills my breast with awe!
Great-heart—It seems now as if the
earth and its bars were round us. I
would not boast, but I trust we shall
still make our way. Come, let us pray
for light to Him that can give it
So did they weep and pray. And
as the path was now more smooth, they
went straight on.
Mercy.—To be here is not so sweet
as it was at The Gate, or at Mr. Interpreter's, or at the house where we were
Oh, said one of the boys, it is not so
bad to go through this place as it is to
dwell here for all time; for aught I
know we have to go this way that our
last home may seem to us the more blest
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Great-heart.—Well said, Samuel;
thou dost now speak like a man.
Samuel.—Why, if I do in truth get
out of this place, I think I shall prize
that which is light and good more than
I have done all my life.
Great-heart.—We shall be out by
and by.
So on they went.
Joseph.—Can we not see to the end
of this vale yet ?
Great-heart^—Look to your feet, for
you will soon be where the snares are.
So they took good heed.
Great-heart.—Men come here and
bring no guide with them ; hence it is
they die from the snares they meet with*
in the way. Poor Christian! it is
strange he should have got out of this
place, and been safe. But God dwelt
in his soul, and he had a stout heart of
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his own, or else he could not have
done it.
Christiana.—I wish that there were
some inn here where we could all
take rest
Well, said Mr. Honest—one whom
they had just met—there is such a
place not far off.
So there they went, and the host,
whose name was Gaius, said : Come in,
for my house was built for none but
such as you.
Great-heart—Good Gaius, let us sup.
What have you for us to eat ? We have
gone through great toils, and stand much
in want of food.
Gaius.—It is too late for us to go out
and seek food ; but of such as we have
you shall eat.
The meal was then spread, and near
the end of the feast all sat round the
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board to crack nuts, when old Honest
said to Gaius: Tell me what this verse
means ?
A man there was, and some did count him mad;
The more that this man gave the more he had.
Then all the youths gave a guess as
to what Gaius would say to it; so he
sat still a while, and then said:
He that gives his goods to the poor,
Shall have as much and ten times more.
Joseph.—I did not think, Sir, that
you would have found it out.
Gaius.—Ah! I have learnt of my
Lord to be kind, and I find I gain by
Then Samuel said in a low tone to
Christiana : This is a good man's
house ;   let us make a long  stay, and
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why should not Matthew wed Mercy
here ?
When Gaius heard him say this,
quoth he: With all my heart. And he
gave Mercy to Matthew to wife.
By this time Christiana's son James
had come of age, and Gaius gave
Phebe (who was his child) to be his
wife. They spent ten days more at the
house of Gaius, and then took their leave.
But on the last day he made them a
feast, of which they all ate and drank.
Great-heart.—Now, Gaius, the hour
has come that we must be gone; so
tell me what I owe you for this long
stay at your inn, for we have been here
some years.
Gaius.—At my house no one pays;
for the good Samaritan told me that I
was to look to him for all the charge I
was at.
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They now took leave of him and went
on their way, when they met with all
kinds of frights and fears, till they came
to a place which bore the name of
Vanity Fair. There they went to the
house of Mr. Mnason, who said to his
guests: If there be a thing that you
stand in need of, do but say so, and we
will do what we can to get it for you.
Well, then, said they, we should like
much to see some of the good folk in
this town.
So Mnason gave a stamp with his
foot, at which Grace came up, and he
sent her to fetch some of his friends who
were in the house, and they all sat down
to a meal.
Then said Mr. Mnason, as he held out
his hand to point to Christiana: My
friends, I have guests here who are on
their way to Zion.    But who do you
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think this is ? This is the wife of
Christian, whom (with his friend Faithful) the men of this town did treat so ill.
Well, said they, who would have
thought to meet Christiana at this place!
May The King whom you love and
serve bring you where he is, in peace!
They then told her that the blood of
Faithful had lain like a load on their
hearts ; and that since they had burnt
him no more men had been sent to the
Stake at Vanity Fair. In those days,
said they, good men could not walk the
streets, but now they can shew their
Christiana and her sons and Mercy
made this place their home for some
years, and in course of time Mr. Mnason,
who had a wife and two girls, gave his
first born, whose name was Grace, to
Samuel to wife, and Martha to Joseph.
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Now, one day, a huge snake came
out of the woods and slew some of the
folk of the town. None of these were
so bold as to dare to face him, but all
fled when they heard that he came
near, for he took off the babes by
But Great-heart and the rest of
the men who were at Mr. Mnason's
house, made up their minds to kill this
snake, and so rid the town of him. So
they went forth to meet him, and at first
the snake did not seem to heed them;
but as they were strong men at arms,
they drove him back. Then they lay
in wait for him, and fell on him, till at
last they knew he must die of his
wounds. By this deed Mr. Great-heart
and the rest won the good will of the
whole town.
The time now drew near for them to
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fo on their way. Mr. Great-heart went
rst as their guide; and I saw in my
dream that they came to the stream on
this side of The Delectable Mountains,
where fine trees grew on each bank, the
leaves of which were good for the health,
and the fields were green all the year
round; and here they might lie down
and be safe. Here, too, there were
folds for sheep, and a house was built in
which to rear the lambs, and there was
One who kept watch on them, who
would take them in His arms and lay
them in His breast.
Now Christiana bade the four young
wives place their babes by the side of
this stream, so that they might lack
nought in time to come : For, said she,
if they should stray or be lost, He will
bring them back; He will give strength
to the sick, and here they shall not want
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meat, drink,   or clothes.    So they  left
their young ones to Him.
When they went to By-Path Meadow
they sat on the stile to which Christian
had gone with Hopeful, Xvhen Giant
Despair shut the two up in Doubting
Castle. They sat down to think,what
would be the best thing to do, now that
they were so strong a force, and had
such a man as Mr. Great-heart to guide
them ; to wit, if it would not be well to
pull down Doubting Castle, and should
there be poor souls shut up there who
were on their way to The Celestial City,
to set them free. One said this thing,
and one said that; at last quoth Mr.
Great-heart: We are told in the book
of God's Word, that we are to fight the
good fight. And, I pray, with whom
should we fight if not with Giant
Despair ?    So who will go with me ?
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Christiana's four sons said: We will;
fop they were young and strong; so
they left their wives and went.
When they gave their knock at the
gate, Giant Despair and his wife, Diffidence, came to them.
Giant Despair.—Who and what is
he that is so bold as to come to the gate
of Giant Despair ?
Great-heart—It is I, a guide to those
who are on their way to Zion. And
I charge thee to throw wide thy gates
and stand forth, for I am come to slay
thee and pull down thy house.
Giant Despair.—What, shall such as
Great-heart make me fear ?    No.
So he put a cap of steel on his head,
and with a breast plate of fire, and a club
in his hand, he came out to fight his
Then these six men made up to him,
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and they fought for their lives, till
Despair was brought to the ground, and
put to death by Great-heart. Next they
fell on his house, but it took six days to
pull it down. They found there Mr.
Despondency and one Much-afraid, his
child, and set them free.
Then they- all went on to The
Delectable Mountains. * They made
friends with the men that kept watch
on their flocks, who were as kind to
them as they had been to Christian and
You have brought a good train with
you, said they. Pray, where did you
find them ?
So their guide told them how it had
come to pass.
By and by they got to The Enchanted
Ground, where the air makes men sleep.
Now they had  not gone far, when a
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thick mist fell on them, so that for
a while they could not see; and as they
could not walk by sight, they kept near
their guide by the help of words. But
one fell in a bush, while one stuck fast
in the mud, and some of the young ones
lost their shoes in the mire. Oh, I
am down ! said one. Where are you ?
cries the next; while a third said : I
am held fast in this bush.
Then they came to a bench, Sloth-
ful's Friend by name, which had shrubs
and plants round it, to screen those who
sat there from the sun. But Christiana
and the rest gave such good heed to
what their guide told them, that though
they were worn out with toil, yet there
was not one of them that had so much
as a wish to stop there; for they knew
that it would be death to sleep but for a
short time on The Enchanted Ground.
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Now as it was still dark, their guide
struck a light that he might look at his
map (the book of God's Word); and
had he not done so, they would all have
been lost, for just at the end of the road
was a pit, full of mud, and no one can
tell how deep.
Then thought I : Who is there but
would have one of these maps or books
in which he may look when he is in
doubt, and knows not which way he
should take ?
They soon came to a bench, on which
sat two men, Heedless and Too-bold;
and Christiana and the rest shook their
heads, for they saw that these men were
in a bad case. They knew not what
they ought to do: to go on and leave
them in their sleep, or to try to wake
them. Now the guide who knew them
both, spoke to them by name; but not
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a sound could he hear from their lips.
So Great-heart at last shook them, and
did all he could to wake them.
One of the two, whose name
Heedless, said: Nay, I will pay
when I get in my debts.
At this the guide shook his head
Then Too-bold spoke out: I
fight as long as I can hold
When he had said this all who stood
round gave a laugh.
Christiana.—What does that mean ?
Great-heart.—They talk in their sleep.
If you strike or shake them, they will
still talk in the same way, for their sleep
is like that of the man on the mast of a
ship, when the waves of the sea beat on
Then did Christiana, Mercy, and
their train go on with fear, and  they
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sought from their guide a light for the
rest of the way.
But as the poor babes' cries were loud
for want of rest, all fell on their knees to
pray for help. And, by the time that
they had gone but a short way, a wind
sprang up which drove off the fog: so,
now that the air was clear, they made
their way.
Then they came to the land of
Beulah, where the sun shines night and
day. Here they took some rest, and
ate of the fruit that hung from the
boughs round them. But all the sleep
that they could wish for in such a land
as this was but for a short space of time ;
for the bells rang to such sweet tunes,
and such a blaze of lights burst on their
eyes, that they soon rose to walk to and
fro on this bright way, where no base
feet dare to tread.
 us a
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And now they heard shouts rise up,
for there was a noise in the town that a
post was come from The Celestial City
with words of great joy for Christiana,
the wife of Christian. So search was
made for her, and the house was found
in which she was.
Then the post put a note in her
hands, the words of which were.: Hail,
good Christiana ! I bring thee word
that the Lord calls for thee, and waits
for thee to stand near His throne in
robes of white, in ten days' time.
When he who brought the note had
read it to her, he gave her a sign that
they were words of truth and love, and
said he had come to bid her make haste
to be gone. The sign was a shaft with a
sharp point, which was to tell her that
at the time the note spoke of she must
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Christiana heard with joy that her
toils would so soon be at an end, and
that she should once more live with her
dear Christian.
She then sent for her sons and their
wives to come to her. To these she
gave words of good cheer. She told
them how glad she was to have them
near her at such a time. She sought,
too, to make her own death, now close
at hand, of use to them, from this time
up to the hour when they should each
of them have to quit this world. Her
hope was that it might help to guide
them on their path; that the Faith
which she had taught them to cling to,
would have sunk deep in their hearts ;
and that all their works should spring
from love to God. She could but pray
that they would bear these words in
mind, and put their whole trust in Him
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who had borne their sins on the Cross,
and had been slain to save them.
When the day came that she must
go forth to the world of love and truth,
the road was full of those who would
fain see her start on her way; and
the last words that she was heard to
say were: I come, Lord, to be with
Conservation Treatment
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The book has been taken down, the
signatures gaurded with Japanese paper,
The book has been resewn on three linen tapes with a continuous gaurd of
Japanese paper sewn in. A loose gaurd
with a linen support has been sewn
around the first and last signatures.
The linen tapes and support have been
put down onto new acid-free boards,
the flyleaves tipped to the loose
gaurds andthe original endpapers put
down and the inner joints repaired
with Japanese paper. The paper covers
have been backed with Japanese paper
and put down on the boards. A new
cloth spine has been put on. The cover
has been treated with micro-crystalline wax.
July 19B2


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