The Pilgrims Progess | Page 2

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