The Sleeping Bard | Page 4

of cities and kingdoms within it; and the great ocean, like a
moat, around it, and other seas, like rivers, intersecting it.
By dint of long gazing I could see that it was divided into three
exceedingly large streets; each street with a large, magnificent gate at
the bottom, and each gate with a fair tower over it. Upon each tower
there was a damsel of wonderful beauty, standing in the sight of the
whole street; and the three towers appeared to reach up behind the
walls to the skirts of the castle afore-mentioned. Crossing these three
huge streets I could see another; it was but little and mean in
comparison with them, but it was clean and neat, and on a higher
foundation than the other streets, proceeding upward towards the east,
whilst the three others ran downward towards the north to the great
gates. I now ventured to enquire of my companion whether I might be
permitted to speak. "Certainly," said the angel, "speak out! but listen
attentively to my answers, so that I may not have to say the same thing
to you more than once." "I will, my lord," said I. "Now pray, what
place is the castle yonder in the north?" "The castle above in the air,"
said he, "belongs to Belial, prince of the power of the air, and governor
of all the great city below: it is called Delusive Castle, for Belial is a
great deluder, and by his wiles he keeps under his banner all you see,
with the exception of the little street yonder. He is a great prince, with
thousands of princes under him--what were Caesar or Alexander the
Great compared with him? What are the Turk and old Lewis of France,
but his servants? Great, yea, exceeding great, are the power, subtlety,
and diligence of the prince Belial; and his armies in the country below
are innumerable." "For what purpose," said I, "are the damsels standing
yonder, and who are they?" "Softly," said the angel, "one question at
once: they are there to be loved and to be adored." "And no wonder

indeed," said I, "since they are so amiable; if I possessed feet and hands
as formerly, I would go and offer love and adoration to them myself."
"Hush, hush," said he, "if you would do so with your members, it is
well that you are without them; know, thou foolish spirit, that these
three princesses are only three destructive deluders, daughters of the
prince Belial, and all their beauty and affability, which are irradiating
the streets, are only masks over deformity and cruelty; the three within
are like their father, replete with deadly poison." "Woe's me; is it
possible," said I, quite sad, and smitten with love of them! "It is but too
true, alas," said he. "Thou admirest the radiance with which they shine
upon their adorers; but know that there is in that radiance a very
wondrous charm; it blinds men from looking back, it deafens them lest
they should hear their danger, and it burns them with ceaseless longing
for more of it; which longing, is itself a deadly poison, breeding, within
those who feel it, diseases not to be got rid of, which no physician can
cure, not even death, nor anything, unless the heavenly medicine,
which is called repentance, is procured, to cast out the evil in time,
before it is imbibed too far, by excessive looking upon them." "But
how is it," said I, "that Belial does not wish to have these adorers
himself?" "He has them," said the angel; "the old fox is adored in his
daughters, because, whilst a man sticks to these, or to one of the three,
he is securely under the mark of Belial, and wears his livery."
"What are the names," said I, "of those three deceivers?" "The farthest,
yonder," said he, "is called _Pride_, the eldest daughter of Belial; the
second is _Pleasure_; and _Lucre_ is the next to us: these three are the
trinity which the world adores." "Pray, has this great, distracted city,"
said I, "any better name than _Bedlam the Great_?" "It has," he replied,
"it is called _The City of Perdition_." "Woe is me," said I, "are all that
are contained therein people of perdition?" "The whole," said he,
"except some who may escape out to the most high city above, ruled by
the king Emmanuel." "Woe's me and mine," said I, "how shall they
escape, ever gazing, as they are, upon the thing which blinds them more
and more, and which plunders them in their blindness?" "It would be
quite impossible," said he, "for one man to escape from thence, did not
Emmanuel send his messengers, early and late, from above, to persuade
them to turn to him, their lawful