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Title: The Pilgrim's Progess in Words of One Syllable

Author: Mary Godolphin

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The Pilgrim's Progress In Words of One Syllable by Mary Godolphin


Author's Preface

In offering to the public another volume on my plan of reducing
popular tales into words of One Syllable exclusively, I wish it
to be clearly understood that it is intended for Adult Beginners,
no less than for Children. There is a large class of persons who
do not begin to acquire the art of reading till somewhat late in
life, and it is for such that I think a book of this Character is
peculiarly applicable.

It may be objected that my system involves the use of words
which, though short, are difficult to understand and might be
made more intelligible in polysyllabic language. But I have
endeavored as far as possible to avoid hard and technical
expressions, and I cannot but think that the mere fact of the
brevity of the words must be a great attraction to beginners of
all ages. By this method the labor of dividing and accentuating
words is avoided: a difficulty which pupils who have only
attained to the knowledge of monosyllables cannot conquer by
independent effort.

I take this opportunity of acknowledging the great favor with
which my previous books of the same character have been received,
and I am glad to hear that they have been found useful as Prizes
in Schools.

I have thought it necessary to retain all the names of Persons
and Places in their original form, but this is the only exception
to my general rule.



Pilgrim's Progress

As I went through the wild waste of this world, I came to a place
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 as long 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, 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, into the woods to read and
muse, and thus for some weeks he spent his time.

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 rush off; yet he stood
still, for he could 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 come.

When the man read it he said, Which way must I fly?

Evangelist held out his hand to point to a gate in the 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 run.

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 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 they.

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.

What! and leave our good, and all out 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 book.

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.

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 says.

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 lie.

Pliable.--Well, friend Obstinate, I 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.

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 hast 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?

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 thing:
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 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 no 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 of 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 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.

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 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 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 the 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, I will, for I stand much in
need of help.

Worldly Wiseman.--I would urge you then, with all speed, to get
rid of your load; for you 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 if 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 Evangelist.

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. 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 you seek for ease thus, when I
could put you in the way to aid 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 for good in that way; aye, 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 in but a mile from this place, and should he
not be at home, he has a son whose name is Civility, who can do
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 stand; but by and by he said, Sir,
which is my way to this good man's house?

Worldly Wiseman.--Do you see that hill?

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 fear lest it should fall on his head; so he
stood still, for 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 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?

Christian.--Yes, dear Sir, I am the man.

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 load.

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 thee?

When Evangelist had heard from 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 me!

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 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 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 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 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 great 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 pull.

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.

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 flight?

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?

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 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 wide.

Then I saw in my dream that Christian said: Could you not help me
off with this load on my back?--for as yet 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 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 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 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 hence.

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 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 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 went, and give it 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! 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, 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 more.

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 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 will?

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 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
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 that 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
wise.

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 way.

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 back to my on 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 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 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 vale once more, where for a
spell he sat down and wept; but at last, as he cast a sad glance
at the foot of the bench, he saw his scroll, which 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
beast 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 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 this 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.

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.

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 build 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 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 me.

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 thing that to this
day grieve and vex me. There, they say, is no death; and there I
shall dwell with such as love the Lord.

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 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 Jail 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 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 Christian.

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.

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 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 a
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, 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 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 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 a 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.

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 worst 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 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 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 that 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 swept 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 his 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
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 that 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 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 Christian spoke, his words brought 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 cage, that they might be a sight for
all the men at the fair. Then the worse sort of folks set to pelt
them with mud out of spite, and some threw stones 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 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 scorn.

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 man.

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 just now
that the ways of our town of 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 here. More than this,
he hath been heard to rail on you, my lord, who are now his
judge.

Then said the Judge to Faithful: Thou base man! Hast though heard
what these folk have said of thee?

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. It rests now
to 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. Blind-man.
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 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 lute.

As for Christian, for this time he got free; and there came to
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 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.

Hopeful.--But what if this path 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 more.

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 streams.

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 path.

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 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 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 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 at our own 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 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 the cell 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 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 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.

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 time.

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 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 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 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?

Men.--Too far for all but those that shall get there, in good
truth.

Christian.--Is the way safe?

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 all 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 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 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.

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: 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 shall come, you will have this laid to your charge, that you
are a thief and so you will not get in.

Ignorance.--Well, since I know you not; 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 it 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.

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 was clear that the road must
have made a bend, for they found they would soon turn their backs
on The Celestial City.

Ere long, Christian and Hopeful were both caught in a net, and
knew not 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
out 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 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 on the right way once more. He
said: Where were you last night?

Quoth they: With the men who kept watch of their sheep on The
Delectable Mountains.

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 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 dropped, and he said: Let us
lie down here and take a nap.

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
watch of 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.

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?

Christian.--Yes.

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 good of this life; such as lies, oaths, drink;
in a word, love of self and all that tend 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 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 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 as to cause the lips of them that
sleep to speak.

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 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
was told that it was not, yet that in that 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 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 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
tongues could tell, and that there they would see the Tree of
Life, and eat of the fruit of it.

When you come there, said they, white robes will be put on you,
and your talk from day to day shall be with the King for all
time. There you shall not see such 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?

They said: You will have rest for all 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 is 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 ring.

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 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.

END OF FIRST PART.



PART II.

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 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 this 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 good
speed. I would have thee wear this note in thy breast, that it
may be read by thee till thou must give it up at the last gate
that leads to The Celestial City.

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 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
Christiana'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 friends.

Timorous:--To what end, pray tell me?

Christiana:--To go to my dear Christian. 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 this note
to bid me go there; read it, I pray you.

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 sale, I pray you keep at home.

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 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 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 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 the
gate, you can but go back to your home.

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 her friend should have so great a care for her soul.

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 had 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 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 joy.

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 more, and 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 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 first.

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 the town whence Christian
came, to beg 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 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 He said, 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 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 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 most of all have I cause for
joy.

Christiana:--I thought at one time as I stood at the gate, and
none came to me, that all our pains had been lost.

Mercy:--But my worst fears came 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 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 Christiana's 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!

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 that Thou
dost all things well.

Then Christiana rose as if she would 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 around 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,
Christiana's 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, Christiana 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 deaf.

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 held 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.

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 had men could lurk in such a place as that? True, it would
have been well for us if we had thought to ash Him; but since our
Lord knew it would he 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 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 care.

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 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 Christiana's 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 by night.

Innocent:--Pray what is your name, that I may tell it to my
Lord?

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?

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 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 her way to The Celestial City, and they were
glad to see the young ones walk in God's ways, and gave them a
kind of clasp of the hand to show their good will. They said soft
words, too, to Mercy, and bade them all be at 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 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 stocks 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 Sir?

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 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 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 more.

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?

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 things.

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 man's soul. If a man would live well, let
him keep his last day in mind.

Now when Christiana, Mercy and the boys bad 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 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 sang:--

"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 His life to save theirs. So now they went up the hill,
which was so steep that the toil made Christiana pant for 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 for 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 sun's rays.

Then said Mercy: How sweet is rest 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 once 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 than
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 of this flask, and eat
some fruit, while we sit here to rest? For 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.

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 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 the truth, so fierce were these beasts, and so grim
the looks 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 King's high way on which we stand, and
in His 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
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 friends to take us?

James:--Pray, Sir, keep with us and help us, when the way we go
is so hard to find.

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 hell, 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 wife of Christian, and her four boys are
come on their way to The Celestial City. .

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 said to her, Christiana, come in, thou
wife of that good man, come in, thou blest one, come in, with all
that are with thee.

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 his guests. Then he gave each of them a kiss.
But as it was late, and Christiana and the rest were faint with
the 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 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, 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 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 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 true 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 do.

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.

Christiana:--We shall see what they will do.

So they came down.

Then Prudence and Piety: If you will stay, here you shall have
what the house will yield.

Charity:--Yes, and that with a good will.

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 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 fears it did not
reach his soul, which they thought did cleave too much to this
world.

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.

Mercy:--Yes.

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.

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 should
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 die.

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.

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 may.

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 you 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.

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 City.

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 them a kiss, and went his way.

Now, as they had spent some time 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 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 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 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.

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
Humiliation.

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 fruit.

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 fresh face, and as he
sat on the 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 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 pray.

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 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, let them that have the most fear keep close
to me.

Then it went out of sight of all of them.

But they had not gone far when Mercy cast a look back, and saw 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 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 good house where we were last.

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.

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 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.

I 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 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 it.

Then Samuel said in a low tone to Christiana, This is a good
man's house; let us make a long stay, and 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 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 cost I was put to. 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 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, go 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
show their heads.

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.

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 scores.

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 go on their way. Mr.
Great-heart went first 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 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, when 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?

Christiana's four sons said: We will; for 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 foes.

Then these six men made up to him, 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 onto 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 Hopeful.

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 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? cried the next; while a third
said, I am held fast in the bush!

Then they came to a bench, Slothful'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 he death to sleep but for a
short time on The Enchanted Ground.

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 spoke to them by name; but not 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 was Heedless, said, Nay: I will pay
you when I get in my debts.

At this the guide shook his head.

Then Too-bold spoke out: I will fight as long as I can hold my
sword.

When he had said this all who stood round gave a laugh.

Christiana:--'What does this 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 him.

Then did Christiana, Mercy and their train go on with fear, and
they 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.

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, 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 die.

Christiana heard with joy that her toils would so soon he 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 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 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 Thee.

THE END.






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