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so his snares, lines, angles, hooks, and nets, it fish there be, that neither hook nor line, or snare, nor net, nor engine can make thine; ley must be groped for, and be tickled too, they will not be catch'd, whate'er you do. How does the fowler seek to catch his game divers means! all which one cannot name; is guns, his nets, his lime-twigs, light, and bell; e creeps, he goes, he stands; yea, who can tell fall his postures ? Yet there's none of these ill make him master of what fowls he please.
Yea, he must pipe and whistle to catch this;
Is not without those things that do excel
That this your book will stand, when soundly tried." Why, what's the matter? "It is dark." What "But it is feigned." What of that? I trow [though P 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
The prophets used much by metaphors
Sound words, I know, Timothy is to use,
But yet grave Paul him no where doth forbid
That gold, those pearls, and precious stones that were
Let me add one word more. O man of God,
1. I find not that I am denied the use
2. I find that men as high as trees will write
3. I find that holy writ in many places
And now, before I do put up my pen,
It shows you whence he comes, whither he goes;
Art thou for something rare and profitable?
This book was writ in such a dialect,
Wouldst thon divert thyself from melancholy?
LONDON: ELLIOT STOCK, 62, PATERNOSTER ROW.
THE AUTHOR'S WAY
OF SENDING FORTH HIS
SECOND PART OF THE PILGRIM.
Go now, my little Book, to every place
If they bid thee come in, then enter thou,
One Christian, a Pilgrim ? If they say
Tell them that they have left their house and home;
Yea, tell them also of the next who have,
How brave a calm they will enjoy at last,
But how if they will not believe of me That I am truly thine? 'cause some there be That counterfeit the Pilgrim and his name, Seek, by disguise, to seem the very same; And by that means have brought themselves into The hands and houses of I know not who,
'Tis true some have of late, to counterfeit
In thine own native language, which no man
My Pilgrims are, and that alone will do.
But yet, perhaps, I may inquire for him Of those who wish him damned life and limb: What shall I do, when I at such a door For Pilgrims ask, and they shall rage the more?
Fright not thyself, my Book, for such bugbears Are nothing else but ground for groundless fears. My Pilgrim's book has trave led sea and land, Yet could I never ceme to understand That it was slighted, or turned out of door, By any kingdoin, were they rich or poor.
In France and Flanders, where men kill each other My Pilgrim is esteem'd a friend. a brother. In Holland, too, 'tis said, as I am told, My Pilgrim is with some worth more than gold. Highl. nders and wild Irish can agree My Pilgrims should famiiar with them be. Tis New England under sugh advance, much loving countenance,
As to be trimm'd, new cloth'd, and deck'd with "ems,
Brave gallants do my Pilgrim hug and love,
They that have never seen him, yet admire
Wherefore, my Second Part, thou need'st not be Afraid to show thy head; none can hurt thee, That wish but well to him that went before; 'Cause thou com'st after with a second store Of things as good, as rich, as profitable, For young, for old, for stagg'ring and for stable.
But some there be that say, He laughs too loud. And some do say, His head is in a cloud. Some say, His words and stories are so dark, They know not how by them to find his mark.
One may (I think) say, Both his laughs and cries
Wherefore, my Book, let no discouragement
Besides, what my first Pilgrim left conceal'd Thou, my brave second Pilgrim, hast revealed! What Christian left lock'd up, and went his way, Sweet Christiana opens with her key.
But some loved not the method of your first: Romance they count it, throw 't away as dust. If I should meet with such, what should I say? Must I slight them as they slight me, or nay?
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,
Some love no fish, some love no cheese, and so
Go, then, my little book, and show to all
Is now, with my four sons, to tell you what
Go also, tell them who and what they be
Next tell them of old Honest, whom you found,
Tell them of Master Feeble-mind also,
Then tell them of Master Ready-to-Halt,
A man with crutches, but much without fault:
And let all know though weakness was their chance
Nor Much-afraid, his daughter, though they lie
THE PILGRIM'S PROGRESS.
IN THE SIMILITUDE OF A DREAM.
SI walked through the wilderness of this world, I lighted on a certain place where was a den, and laid me down in that place to sleep: and as I slept, I dreamed a dream. I dreamed, and behold, I saw a man clothed with rags, standing in a certain place, with his face from his own house, a book in his hand, and a great burden upon his back, Isa. Ixiv 6; Luke xiv. 33; Psa. xxxviii. 4. I looked, and saw him open the book, and read therein; and as he read, he wept, and trembled; and not be. ing able longer to contain, he brake out with a lamen. table cry, saying, "What shall I do?" Acts ii. 37; xvi. 30; Hab. i. 2, 3. In this plight, therefore, he went home and restrained himself as long as he could, that his wife and children should not perceive his distress; but he could not be silent long, because that his trouble increased. Wherefore at length he brake his mind to his wife and children; and thus he began to talk to them. O my dear wife, said he, and you the children of my bowels, I, your dear friend, am in myself undone by reason of a burden that lieth hard upon me; moreover, I am certainly informed that this our city will be burnt with fire from heaen; in which fearful overthrow, both myself, with thee my wife, and you my sweet babes, shall miserably come to ruin, except (the which yet I see not) some way of escape can be found, whereby we may be delivered. At this his relations were sore amazed; not for that they believed that what he had said to them was true, but because they thought that some frenzy distemper had got into his head; therefore, it drawing towards night, and they hoping that sleep might settle his brains, with all haste they got him to bed. But the night was as troublesome to him as the day; wherefore, instead of sleep. ing, he spent it in sighs and tears. So when the morning was come, they would know how he did. He told them, Worse and worse; he also set to talking to them again; but they began to be hardened. They also thought to drive away his distemper by harsh and surly carriage to him; sometimes they would deride, sometimes they would chide, and sometimes they would quite neglect him. Wherefore he began to retire himself to his chamber, to pray for and pity them, and also to condole his own misery; he would also walk solitarily in the fields, sometimes reading, and sometimes praying: and thus for some days he spent his time.
Now I saw, upon a time, when he was walking in the fields, that he was (as he was wont) reading in his book, and greatly distressed in his mind; and as he read, he burst out, as he had done before, crying, "What shall I do to be saved?" Acts xvi. 30, 31.
I saw also that he looked this way, and that way, as if
He answered, Sir, I perceive by the book in my hand, that I am condemned to die, and after that to come to judgment, Heb. ix. 27; and I find that I am not willing to do the first, Job xvi. 21, 22, nor able to do the second; Ezek. xxii, 14.
Then said Evangelist, Why not willing to die, since this life is attended with so many evils? The man answered, Because I fear that this burden that is upon my back will sink me lower than the grave, and I shall fall into Tophet, Isa. xxx. 33. And, sir, if I be not fit to go to prison, I am not fit to go to judgment, and from thence te execution; and the thoughts of these things make me cry.
Then said Evangelist, If this be thy condition, why standest thou still? He answered, Because I know not whither to go. Then he gave him a parchment roll, and there was written within, "Flee from the wrath to come," Matt. iii. 7.
The man, therefore, read it, and, looking upon Evangelist very carefully, said, Whither must I fly? Then said Evangelist (pointing with his finger over a very wide field), Do you see yonder wicket-gate? Matt. vii. 13, 14. The man said, No. Then said the other, Do you see yonder shining light? Psa. cxix. 105; 2 Pet. i. 19. He said, I think I do. Then said Evangelist, Keep that light in your eye, and go up directly thereto, so shalt thou see the gate; at which, when thou knockest, it shall be told thee what thou shalt do. So I saw in my dream that the man began to run. Now he had not run far from his own door, when his wife and children, perceiving it, began to cry after him to return; but the man put his fingers in his ears, and ran on, crying, Life! life! eternal life! Luke xiv. 26. So he looked not behind him, Gen. xix. 17, but fled towards the middle of the plain.
The neighbours also came out to see him run, Jer. xx. 10; and as he ran some mocked, others threatened, and some cried after him to return; and among those that did so, there were two that resolved to fetch him back by force. The name of the one was Obstinate, and the name of the other Pliable. Now by this time the man was got a good distance from them; but, however, they were resolved to pursue him, which they did, and in a little time they overtook him. Then said, the man, Neighbours, wherefore are ye come? They said, To persuade you to go back with us. But he said, That can by no means be; you dwell, said he, in the city of Destruction, the place also where I was born: I see it to be so; and dying there, sooner or later, you will sink lower than the grave, into a place that burns with fire and brimstone; be content, good neighbours, and go along with me.
OBST. What! said Obstinate, and leave our friends and comforts behind us!
that all which you forsake is not worthy to be compared with CHR. Yes, said Christian (for that was his name), because a little of that I am seeking to enjoy, 2 Cor. iv. 18; and if you will go along with me, and hold it, you shall fare as I myself; for there, where I go, is enough and to spare, Luke rv. 17. Come away, and prove my words.
OBST. What are the things you seek, since you leave all the world to find them?
CUR. I seek an inheritance incorruptible, undefiled, and that fadeth not away, 1 Pet. i. 4, and it is laid up in heaven, and safe there, Heb. xi. 16, to be bestowed, at the time appointed, on them that diligently seek it. Read it so, if you will, in my book. OBST. Tush! said Obstinate, away with your book; will you go back with us or no?
CHR. No, not I, said the other, because I have put my hand to the plough, Luke ix. 62.
OBST. Come, then, neighbour Pliable, let us turn again, and go home without him; there is a company of these crazy. headed coxcombs, that when they take a fancy by the end, are wiser in their own eyes than seven men that can render a
PLI. Then, said Pliable, Don't revile; if what the good Christian says is true, the things he looks after are better than ours: my heart inclines to go with my neighbour.
OBST. What! more fools still! Be ruled by me and go back, who knows whither such a brain sick fellow wilt lead you? Go back, go back, and be wise.
CHR. Nay, but do thou come with thy neighbour, Pliable; there are such things to be had which I spoke of, and many more glories besides. If you believe not me, read here in this book; and for the truth of what is expressed therein, behold, all is confirmed by the blood of Him that made it, Heb. ix.
PLI. Well, neighbour Obstinate, said Pliable, I begin ta