A hor's Apology for his Book,

PART I.

Tax FIRST STAGE. Christian's deplorable condition - Evangelist

directs him-Obstinate and Pliable Slough of Despond -

Worldly Wiseman-Mount Sinai - Conversation with Evan-

gelist,

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CONTENTS.

THE SECOND STAGE. The Gate conversation with Good-Will-

the Interpreter's house- Christian entertained the sights there

shown him,

THE FOURTH STAGE. — Valley of Humiliation

lyon-Valley of the Shadow of Death

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THE THIRD STAGE. Loses his burden at the Cross-Simple, Sloth,
Presumption, Formalist, Hypocrisy--hill Difficulty—the Arbor
misses his roll the palace Beautiful- the lions- talk with
Discretion, Piety, Prudence, and Charity-wonders shown to
Christian he is armed,

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gan,

THE FIFTH STAGE.- Discourse with Faithful - Talkative and Faith-

ful-Talkative's character,

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THE SIXTH STAGE.- Evangelist overtakes Christian and Faithful

Vanity Fair- the Pilgrims brought to trial Faithful's martyr-

dom,

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THE SEVENTH STAGE.- Christian and Hopeful-By-ends and his

companions plain of Ease - Lucre-hill Demas-the River

of Life -Vain-Confidence. Giant Despair- the Pilgrims beaten

the Dungeon - the Key of Promise,

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THE EIGHTH STAGE. The Delectable Mountains entertained by

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THE NINTH STAGE.-Christian and Hopeful meet Ignorance- urn-
Little-Faith--the Flatterer the net chastised by a

the Shepherds -a by-way to Hell,

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away

Shinir g One -Atheist - Enchanted Ground - Hopeful 's account

of his conversion - discourse of Christian and Ignorance,

GRAČA)

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conflict with Apol-

Giants Pope and Pa-

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THE TENTH STAGE.

Talk of Christian and Hopeful -- Temporary
the land of Beulah - Christian and Hopeful

welcome to the Celestial City,

Conclusion of Part First,

the backslider

pass the River

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PART II.

Author's Apology for the Second Part,

Pilgrimage of Christiana and her children,

THE FIRST STAGE. Christiana and Mercy Slough of Despond

knocking at the Gate-the Dog-talk between the Pilgrims, 275

THE SECOND STAGE.- The Devil's garden-two ill-favored ones as-

sault them-the Reliever-entertainment at the Interpreter's house

-the Significant Rooms-Christiana and Mercy's experience, 288

THE THIRD STAGE. - Accompanied by Great-Heart the Cross

justified by Christ- Sloth and his companions hung - the hill

Difficulty-the Arbor,

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THE FOURTH STAGE.- The Lions Giant Grim slain by Great-Heart
the children catechized by Prudence
the remedy-sights shown the

-the Pilgrims entertained

Mr. Brisk-Matthew sick

Pilgrims,

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THE FIFTH STAGE. ---Valley of Humiliation-Valley of the Shadow

of Death - Giant Maul slain,

355

THE SIXTH STAGE.- Discourse with Old Honest character and his-

tory of Mr. Fearing - Mr. Self-will and some professors — Gaius'

house-conversation-the supper-Old Honest and Great-Heart's

riddles and discourse-Giant Slay-good killed-Mr. Feeble-mind's

history Mr. Ready-to-halt-Vanity Fair- Mr. Mnason's house

a Monster,

- cheering entertainment and converse

Blades

entertainment by the Shep-

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THE SEVENTH STAGE. Hill Lucre River of Life Giant Despair

killed the I lectable Mountains

herds,

THE EIGHTA STAGE. -Valiant-for-Truth's-Victory-his talk with
Gat-Heart the Enchanted Ground-Heedless and Too-bola
Mr. Stand-fast-Madam Bubble's temptations the land of

Beulah Christiana summoned her parting addresses - she

passes the River-she is followed by Ready-to-halt, Feeble-mind,

Despondency and his daughter, Honest, Valiant, and Steadfast, 440

Author's Farewell,

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THE AUTHOR'S APOLOGY

FOR

HIS BOOK

WHEN at the first I took my pen in hand
Thus for to write, I did not understand
That I at all should make a little book
In such a mode: nay, I had undertook
To make another; which, when almost done,
Before I was aware I this begun.

And thus it was: I, writing of the way
And race of saints in this our gospel-day,
Fell suddenly into an allegory
About their journey, and the way to glory,
In more than twenty things which I set down ·
This done, I twenty more had in my crown,
And they again began to multiply,

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Like sparks that from the coals of fire do fly.
Nay, then, thought I, if that you breed so fast,
I'll put you by yourselves, lest you at last
Should prove ad infinitum,* and eat out
The book that I already am about.
Well, so I did; but yet I did not think
To show to all the world my pen and ink
In such a mode; I only thought to make
I knew not what: nor did I undertake
Thereby to please my neighbor; no, not I;
I did it my own self to gratify.

Neither did I but vacant seasons spend
In this my scribble; nor did I intend
But to divert myself, in doing this,

From worser thoughts, which make me do amiss.
Thus I set pen to paper with delight,

And quickly had my thoughts in black and white :

For having now my method by the end,
Still as I pull'd, it came; and so I penned
It down; until it came at last to be,
For length and breadth, the bigness which you see.

Well, when I had thus put mine ends together I show'd them others, that I might see whether They would condemn them, or them justify: And some said, Let them live; some, Let them die Some said, John, print it; others said, Not so: Some said, It might do good; others said, No..

Now was I in a strait, and did not see Which was the best thing to be done by me: At last I thought, Since ye are thus divided, I print it will; and so the case decided.

For, thought I, some I see would have it done,
Though others in that channel do not run :
To prove, then, who advised for the best,
Thus I thought fit to put it to the test.

I further thought, if now I did deny
Those that would have it, thus to gratify;
I did not know, but hinder them I might
Of that which would to them be great delight.
For those which were not for its coming forth,
I said to them, Offend you, I am loath;
Yet since your brethren pleased with it be,
Forbear to judge, till you do further see.

If that thou wilt not read, let it alone;
Some love the meat, some love to pick the bone.
Yea, that I might them better palliate,
I did too with them thus expostulate :

May I not write in such a style as this? In such a method too, and yet not miss My end thy good? Why may it not be done? Dark clouds bring waters, when the bright bring nona Yea, dark or bright, if they their silver drops Cause to descend, the earth, by yielding crops, Gives praise to both, and carpeth not at either, But treasures up the fruit they yield together; Yea, so commixes both, that in their fruit None can distinguish this from that; they suit Her well when hungry; but if she be full, She spews out both, and makes their blessing null

You see the ways the fisherman doth take
To catch the fish; what engines doth he make !
Behold how he engageth all his wits;

Also his snares, lines, angles, hooks, and nets:
Yet fish there be, that neither hook nor line,
Nor snare, nor net, nor engine can make thine:
They must be groped for, and be tickled too,
Or they will not be catch'd, whate'er you do.

How does the fowler seek to catch his game
By divers means! all which one cannot name.
His guns, his nets, his lime-twigs, light and bell:
He creeps, he goes, he stands; yea, who can tell
Of all his postures? yet there's none of these
Will make him master of what fowls he please.
Yea, he must pipe and whistle, to catch this;
Yet if he does so, that bird he will miss.
If that a pearl may in toad's head dwell,
And may be found too in an oyster-shell;
If things that promise nothing, do contain
What better is than gold; who will disdain,
That have an inkling* of it, there to look,
That they may find it. Now my little book,
(Though void of all these paintings that may make
It with this or the other man to take,)

Is not without those things that do excel

What do in brave but empty notions dwell.

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Well, yet I am not fully satisfied

That this your book will stand, when soundly tried."

Why, what's the matter? "It is dark." What though?

"But it is feigned." What of that? I trow Some men by feigned words, as dark as mine, Make truth to spangle, and its rays to shine.

"But they want solidness." Speak, man, thy mind.

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They drown the weak; metaphors make us blind."

Solidity, indeed, becomes the pen

Of him that writeth things divine to men:

But must I needs want solidness, because
By metaphors I speak? Were not God's laws,
His gospel laws, in olden time held forth
By types, shadows, and metaphors? Yet loth
Will any sober man be to find fault

With them, lest he be found for to assault
The highest wisdom! No, he rather stoops,
And seeks to find out what, by pins and loops,
By calves and sheep, by heifers, and by rams,
By birds and herbs, and by the blood of lambs,
God speaketh to him; and happy is he
That finds the light and grace that in them be.