ANSWER.

My Christiana, if with such thou meet,
By all means, in all loving wise them greet;
Render them not reviling for revile;

But, if they frown, I pr'ythee on them smile:
Perhaps 'tis nature, or some ill report,

Has made them thus despise or thus retort.

Some love no fish, some love no cheese, and some Love not their friends, nor their own house or home; Some start at pig, slight chicken, love not fowl, More than they love a cuckoo or an owl. Leave such my Christiana, to their choice, And seek those who to find thee will rejoice: By no means strive, but, in most humble wise, Present thee to them in thy Pilgrim's guise.

Go then, my little Book, and shew to all That entertain, and bid thee welcome shall, What thou shalt keep close shut up from the rest, And wish what thou shalt shew them may be blest To them for good, and make them choose to be Pilgrims better by far than thee or me.

Go then, I say, tell all men who thou art;
Say I am Christiana; and my part
Is now, with my four sons, to tell you what
It is for men to take a Pilgrim's lot.

Go, also, tell them who and what they be
That now do go on pilgrimage with thee;
Say, Here's my neighbour Mercy; she is one
That has long time with me a Pilgrim gone;
Come, see her in her virgin face, and learn
'Twixt idle ones and Pilgrims to discern.
Yea, let young damsels learn of her to prize
The world which is to come, in any wise.
When little tripping maidens follow God,
And leave old doting sinners to his rod,

'Tis like those days wherein the young ones cried
Hosanna! to whom old ones did deride.

The Author's Apology.

Next tell them of old Honest, whom you found With his white hairs treading the Pilgrim's ground; Yea, tell them how plain-hearted this man was, How after his good Lord he bare his cross. Perhaps with some grey head this may prevail With Christ to fall in love, and sin bewail.

Tell them also how Master Fearing went
On pilgrimage, and how the time he spent
In solitariness, with fears and cries;

And how, at last, he won the joyful prize.
He was a good man, though much down in spirit;
He is a good man, and doth life inherit.

Tell them of Master Feeble-mind also, Who not before, but still behind would go. Shew them also, how he had like been slain, And how one Great-heart did his life regain. This man was true of heart, though weak in grace: One might true godliness read in his face.

Then tell of Master Ready-to-halt,

A man with crutches, but much without fault.
Tell them how Master Feeble-mind and he
Did love, and in opinions much agree.

And let all know, though weakness was their chance,
Yet sometimes one could sing, the other dance.

Forget not Master Valiant-for-the-truth,
That man of courage, though a very youth.
Tell every one his spirit was so stout,

No man could ever make him face about;
And how Great-heart and he could not forbear,
But pull down Doubting Castle, slay Despair!

Overlook not Master Despondency,
Nor Much-afraid his daughter, though they lie
Under such mantles, as may make them look
(With some) as if their God had them forsook.
They softly went, but sure; and, at the end,
Found that the Lord of Pilgrims was their friend.

When thou hast told the world of all these things, Then turn about, my Book, and touch these strings;

Which, if but touched, will such music make,
They'll make a cripple dance, a giant quake.

Those riddles that lie couch'd within thy breast, Freely propound, expound; and for the rest Of thy mysterious lines, let them remain For those whose nimble fancies shall them gain.

Now may this little Book a blessing be To those that love this little Book and me: And may its buyer have no cause to say, His money is but lost or thrown away. Yea, may this SECOND PILGRIM yield that fruit As may with each good Pilgrim's fancy suit; And may it persuade some that go astray, To turn their feet and heart to the right way,

Is the hearty prayer of

The Author,

JOHN BUNYAN.

oft-declining strength, or to bear him company in either his sorrows or his joys. And, for aught we know, the opposition offered by his family to his first setting out from the City of Destruction may have been continued even to his journey's end.

But, as often happens, that which a consistent life of faith cannot accomplish, a happy and triumphant death achieves. That stroke which smites so heavily upon the sympathies of the heart, and rends its fond affections, sometimes opens up the spring of living waters that has long been restrained within it, like a fountain within a rock. It is true of families, as it is of nations "When thy judgments are in the carth, the inhabitants of the world will learn righteousness," Isa. xxvi. 9. This family circle had stood by the father's death-bed; were witnesses of his peace and joy, while for a space he spiritually tarried in the land of Beulah; had seen his struggle and his conflict with the last enemy, in the fords of the river; and observed how his anxious countenance at last beamed with a smile of triumphant joy, in the light of the precious promise of his God-"When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee!" The rays of that sunset beckoned his wife and children after him; and to this we are indebted for the graphic account of the Second Pilgrimage.

COURTEOUS COMPANIONS,

dream that I had of

COME time since, to tell you of my
Christian the pilgrim, and of his dangerous journey
towards the Celestial Country, was pleasant to me and
profitable to you. I told you then also what I saw

concerning his wife and children, and how unwilling they were to go with him on pilgrimage; insomuch that he was forced to go on his progress without them; for he durst not run the danger of that destruction which he feared would come by staying with them in the City of Destruction. Wherefore, as I then showed you, he left them and departed.

Now it hath so happened, through the multiplicity of business, that I have been much hindered and kept back from my wonted travels into those parts where he went; and so could not, till now, obtain an opportunity to make further inquiry after those whom he left behind, that I might give you an account of them. But, having had some concerns that way of late, I went down again thitherward. Now, having taken up my lodging in a wood, about a mile off the place, as I slept I dreamed again.

I dreamed again. - The First Part of the PILGRIM'S PROGRESS had been written in the gaol of Bedford. The Second Part was produced a few years later, when, it would appear, Bunyan was again a free man, and residing in his native village of Elstow, which is "about a mile off the place" in which the former Part had been indited.

grave and weighty, stern and rugged in its experiences; the Second Part is of a more domestic and familiar character, entering into the ordinary associations of life, and dealing with family scenes and concerns of every-day experience. In the former Part we see great stalwart heroes of the Lord, who fill the canvas, and command the attention of the reader, The second Dream is in many respects like Elijah, or St. Paul. In this Second Part unlike its predecessor. The First Part is we come down to the level of domestic life,