CONTENTS. A hor's Apology for his Book, PART I. THE SECOND STAGE. The Gate conversation with Good-Will- the Interpreter's house- Christian entertained the sights there THE THIRD STAGE. Loses his burden at the Cross-Simple, Sloth, Discretion, Piety, Prudence, and Charity-wonders shown to THE SIXTH STAGE.- Evangelist overtakes Christian and Faithful Vanity Fair- the Pilgrims brought to trial Faithful's martyr- 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, THE TENTH STAGE. the backslider Talk of Christian and Hopeful -- Temporary 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 THE FOURTH STAGE.- The Lions Giant Grim slain by Great-Heart THE FIFTH STAGE. ---Valley of Humiliation-Valley of the Shadow 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 - cheering entertainment and converse a Monster, THE SEVENTH STAGE. Hill Lucre River of Life Giant Despair THE EIGHTA STAGE. -Valiant-for-Truth's-Victory-his talk with 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 THE AUTHOR'S APOLOGY FOR HIS BOOK WHEN at the first I took my pen in hand And thus it was: I, writing of the way About their journey, and the way to glory, Like sparks that from the coals of fire do fly. Neither did I but vacant seasons spend 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 : Without end. For having now my method by the end, 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 For, thought I, some I see would have it done, I further thought, if now I did deny If that thou wilt not read, let it alone; 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? You see the ways the fisherman doth take Also his snares, lines, angles, hooks, and nets: How does the fowler seek to catch his game Is not without those things that do excel 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. 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, By types, shadows, and metaphors? Yet loth That finds the light and grace that in them be. |