The Pilgrim's Progress

The "Pilgrim's Progress" was begun during Bunyan's second and

briefer term of imprisonment in Bedford gaol. As originally

conceived, the work was something entirely different from the

masterpiece that was finally produced. Engaged upon a

religious treatise, Bunyan had occasion to compare Christian

progress to a pilgrimage--a simile by no means uncommon even

in those days. Soon he discovered a number of points which had

escaped his predecessors, and countless images began to crowd

quickly upon his imaginative brain. Released at last from

gaol, he still continued his work, acquainting no one with his

labours, and receiving the help of none. The "Pilgrim," on its

appearance in 1678, was but a moderate success; but it was not

long before its charm made itself felt, and John Bunyan

counted his readers by the thousand in Scotland, in the

Colonies, in Holland, and among the Huguenots of France.

Within ten years 100,000 copies were sold. With the exception

of the Bible, it is, perhaps, the most widely-read book in the

English language, and has been translated into seventy foreign

tongues.

_I.--The Battle with Apollyon_

As I walked through the wilderness of this world, I lighted on a certain

place where there was a den, and laid me down in that place to sleep;

and as I slept, I dreamed a dream. I dreamed I saw a man, clothed with

rags, standing with his face from his own house, a book in his hand, and

a great burden upon his back.

"O my dear wife and children!" he said, "I am informed that our city

will be burnt with fire from heaven. We shall all come to ruin unless we

can find a way of escape!"

His relations and friends thought that some distemper had got into his

head; but he kept crying, in spite of all that they said to quieten him,

"What shall I do to be saved?" He looked this way and that way, but

could not tell which road to take. And a man named Evangelist came to

him, and he said to Evangelist, "Whither must I fly?"

"Do you see yonder wicket gate?" said Evangelist, pointing with his

finger over a very wide field. "Go there, and knock, and you will be

told what to do."

I saw in my dream that the man began to run, and his wife and children

cried after him to return, but the man ran on, crying, "Life! life!

eternal life!"

Two of his neighbours pursued him and overtook him. Their names were

Obstinate and Pliable.

"Come, come, friend Christian," said Obstinate. "Why are you hurrying

away in this manner from the City of Destruction, in which you were

born?"

"Because I have read in my book," replied Christian, "that it will be

consumed with fire from heaven. I pray you, good neighbours, come with

me, and seek for some way of escape."

After listening to all that Christian said, Pliable resolved to go with

him, but Obstinate returned to the City of Destruction in scorn.

"What! Leave my friends and comforts for such a brain-sick fellow as

you? No, I will go back to my own home."

Christian and Pliable walked on together, without looking whither they

were going, and in the midst of the plain they fell into a very miry

slough, which was called the Slough of Despond. Here they wallowed for a

time, and Christian, because of the burden that was on his back, began

to sink in the mire.

"Is this the happiness you told me of?" said Pliable. "If I get out

again with my life, you shall make your journey alone."

With a desperate effort he got out of the mire, and went back, leaving

Christian alone in the Slough of Despond. As Christian struggled under

his burden towards the wicket gate, I saw in my dream that a man came to

him, whose name was Help, and drew him out, and set him upon sound

ground. But before Christian could get to the wicket gate, Mr. Worldly

Wiseman came and spoke to him.

"How now, good fellow!" said Mr. Worldly Wiseman. "Where are you going

with that heavy burden on your back?"

"To yonder wicket gate," said Christian. "For there, Evangelist told me,

I shall be put into a way to be rid of my heavy burden."

"Evangelist is a dangerous and troublesome fellow," said Mr. Worldly

Wiseman. "Do not follow his counsel. Hear me: I am older than you. I can

tell you an easy way to get rid of your burden. You see the village on

yonder high hill?"

"Yes," said Christian. "I remember the village is called Morality."

"It is," said Mr. Worldly Wiseman. "There you will find a very judicious

gentleman whose name is Mr. Legality. If he is not in, inquire for his

son, Mr. Civility. Both of them have great skill in helping men to get

burdens off their shoulders."

Christian resolved to follow Mr. Worldly Wiseman's advice. But, as he

was painfully climbing up the high hill, Evangelist came up to him, and

said, "Are you not the man that I found crying in the City of

Destruction, and directed to the little wicket gate? How is it that you

have gone so far out of the way?"

Christian blushed for shame, and said that he had been led astray by Mr.

Worldly Wiseman.

"Mr. Worldly Wiseman," said Evangelist, "is a wicked man. Mr. Legality

is a cheat, and his son, Mr. Civility, is a hypocrite. If you listen to

them they will beguile you of your salvation, and turn you from the

right way."

Evangelist then set Christian in the true path which led to the wicket

gate, over which was written, "Knock, and it shall be opened unto you."

And Christian knocked, and a grave person, named Goodwill, opened the

gate and let him in. I saw in my dream that Christian asked him to help

him off with the burden that was upon his back, and Goodwill pointed to

a narrow way running from the wicket gate, and said, "Do you see that

narrow way? That is the way you must go. Keep to it, and do not turn

down any of the wide and crooked roads, and you will soon come to the

place of deliverance, where your burden will fall from your back of

itself."

Christian then took his leave of Goodwill, and climbed up the narrow way

till he came to a place upon which stood a cross. And I saw in my dream

that as Christian came to the cross, his burden fell from off his back,

and he became glad and lightsome. He gave three leaps for joy, and went

on his way singing, and at nightfall he came to a very stately palace,

the name of which was Beautiful. Four grave and lovely damsels, named

Charity, Discretion, Prudence, and Piety, met him at the threshold,

saying, "Come in, thou blessed of the Lord! This palace was built on

purpose to entertain such pilgrims as thou."

Christian sat talking with the lovely damsels until supper was ready,

and then they led him to a table that was furnished with fat things, and

excellently fine wines. And after Christian had refreshed himself, the

damsels showed him into a large chamber, whose window opened towards the

sun-rising. The name of the chamber was Peace, and there Christian slept

till break of day. Then he awoke, singing for joy, and the damsels took

him into the armoury, and dressed him for battle. They harnessed him in

armour of proof, and gave him a stout shield and a good sword; for, they

said, he would have to fight many a battle before he got to the

Celestial City.

And I saw in my dream that Christian went down the hill on which the

House Beautiful stood, and came to a valley, that was called the Valley

of Humiliation, where he was met by a foul fiend, Apollyon.

"Prepare to die!" said Apollyon, straddling over the whole breadth of

the narrow way. "I swear by my infernal den that thou shalt go no

further. Here will I spill thy soul."

With that, he threw a flaming dart at his breast, but Christian caught

it on his shield. Then Apollyon rushed upon him, throwing darts as thick

as hail, and, notwithstanding all that Christian could do, Apollyon

wounded him, and made him draw back. The sore combat lasted for half a

day, and though Christian resisted as manfully as he could, he grew

weaker and weaker by reason of his wounds. At last, Apollyon, espying

his opportunity, closed in on Christian, and wrestling with him, gave

him a dreadful fall, and Christian's sword flew out of his hand.

"Ah!" cried Apollyon, "I am sure of thee now!"

He pressed him almost to death, and Christian began to despair of life.

But, as God would have it, while Apollyon was fetching his last blow, to

make an end of this good man, Christian nimbly reached out his hand for

his sword, and caught it, and gave him a deadly thrust. With that,

Apollyon spread forth his wings, and sped him away, and Christian saw

him no more.

Then, with some leaves from the tree of life, Christian healed his

wounds, and with his sword drawn in his hand, he marched through the

Valley of Humiliation, without meeting any more enemies.

But at the end of the valley was another, called the Valley of the

Shadow of Death. On the right hand of this valley was a very deep ditch;

it was the ditch into which the blind have led the blind in all ages,

and have there miserably perished. And on the left hand was a dangerous

quagmire, into which, if even a good man falls, he finds no bottom for

his foot to stand on. The pathway here was exceeding narrow and very

dark, and Christian was hard put to it to get through safely. And right

by the wayside, in the midst of the valley, was the mouth of hell, and

out of it came flame and smoke in great abundance, with sparks and

hideous noises. But when the hosts of hell came at him, as he travelled

on through the smoke and flame and dreadful noise, he cried out, "I will

walk in the strength of the Lord God!"

Thereupon, the fiends gave over, and came no further; and suddenly the

day broke, and Christian turned and saw all the hobgoblins, satyrs, and

dragons of the pit far behind him, and though he was now got into the

most dangerous part of the Valley of the Shadow of Death, he was no

longer afraid. The place was so set, here with snares, traps, gins and

nets, and there with pits and holes, and shelvings, that, had it been

dark, he would surely have perished. But it was now clear day, and by

walking warily Christian got safely to the end of the valley. And at the

end of the valley, he saw another pilgrim marching on at some distance

before him.

"Ho, ho!" shouted Christian. "Stay, and I will be your companion."

"No, I cannot stay," said the other pilgrim, whose name was Faithful. "I

am upon my life, and the avenger of blood is behind me."

Putting out all his strength, Christian quickly got up with Faithful.

Then I saw in my dream they went very lovingly on together, and had

sweet discourse of all things that had happened to them in their

pilgrimage; for they had been neighbours in the City of Destruction, and

both of them were bound for the Delectable Mountains, and the Celestial

City beyond. They were now in a great wilderness, and they walked on

together till they came to the town of Vanity, at which a fair is kept

all the year long, called Vanity Fair.

_II.--Vanity Fair_

I saw in my dream that Christian and Faithful tried to avoid seeing

Vanity Fair; but this they could not do, because the way to the

Celestial City lies through the town where this lusty fair is kept.

About 5,000 years ago, Beelzebub, Apollyon, and the rest of the fiends

saw by the path which the pilgrims made, that their way lay through the

town of Vanity. So they set up a fair there, in which all sorts of

vanity should be sold every day in the year. Among the merchandise sold

at this fair are lands, honours, titles, lusts, pleasures, and

preferments; delights of all kinds, as servants, gold, silver, and

precious stones; murders and thefts; blood and bodies, yea, and lives

and souls. Moreover, at this fair, there are at all times to be seen

jugglings, cheats, games, plays, fools, apes, knaves, and rogues, and

that of every sort.

When Christian and Faithful came through Vanity Fair everybody began to

stare and mock at them, for they were clothed in a raiment different

from the raiment of the multitude that traded in the fair, and their

speech also was different, and few could understand what they said. But

what amused the townspeople most of all was that the pilgrims set light

by all their wares.

"What will ye buy? What will ye buy?" said one merchant to them

mockingly.

"We buy the truth," said Christian and Faithful, looking gravely upon

him.

At this some men began to taunt the pilgrims, and some tried to strike

them; and things at last came to a hubbub and great stir, and all the

fair was thrown into disorder. Thereupon, Christian and Faithful were

arrested as disturbers of the peace. After being beaten and rolled in

the dirt, they were put into a cage, and made a spectacle to all the men

of the fair. The next day they were again beaten, and led up and down

the fair in heavy chains for an example and terror to others.

But some of the better sort were moved to take their part; and this so

angered the chief men in the town that they resolved to put the pilgrims

to death. They were therefore indicted before the Lord Chief Justice

Hategood with having disturbed the trade of Vanity Fair, and won a party

over to their own pernicious way of thinking, in contempt of the law of

Prince Beelzebub. Mr. Envy, Mr. Superstition, and Mr. Pickthank bore

witness against them; and the jurymen, on hearing Faithful affirm that

the customs of their town of Vanity were opposed to the spirit of

Christianity, brought him in guilty of high treason to Beelzebub. No

doubt, they would have condemned Christian also; but, by the mercy of

God, he escaped from prison, being assisted by one of the men of the

town, named Hopeful, who had come over to his way of thinking.

Faithful was tied to a stake, and scourged, and stoned, and burnt to

death. But I saw in my dream that the Shining Ones came with a chariot

and horses, and made their way through the multitude to the flames in

which Faithful was burning, and put him in the chariot, and, with the

sound of trumpets, carried him up through the clouds, and on to the gate

of the Celestial City.

So Christian was left alone to continue his journey; but I saw in my

dream that, as he was going out of the town of Vanity, Hopeful came up

to him and said that he would be his companion. And thus it ever is.

Whenever a man dies to bear testimony to the truth, another rises out of

his ashes to carry on his work.

Christian was in no wise cast down by the death of Faithful, but went on

his way, singing,

Hail, Faithful, hail! Thy goodly works survive;

And though they killed thee, thou art still alive.

And he was especially comforted by Hopeful telling him that there were a

great many men of the better sort in Vanity Fair who were now resolved

to undertake the pilgrimage to the Celestial City. Some way beyond

Vanity Fair was a delicate plain, called Ease, where Christian and

Hopeful went with much content. But at the farther side of that plain

was a little hill, which was named Lucre. In this hill was a silver-mine

which was very dangerous to enter, for many men who had gone to dig

silver there had been smothered in the bottom by damps and noisome airs.

Four men from Vanity Fair--Mr. Money-love, Mr. Hold-the-World, Mr.

By-Ends, and Mr. Save-All--were going into the silver-mine as Christian

and Hopeful passed by.

"Tarry for us," said Mr. Money-love; "and when we have got a little

riches to take us on our journey, we will come with you."

Hopeful was willing to wait for his fellow-townsmen, but Christian told

him that, having entered the mine, they would never come out; and,

besides, that treasure is a snare to them that seek it, for it hindereth

their pilgrimage. And he spoke truly; for I saw in my dream that some

were killed by falling into the mine as they gazed from the brink, and

the rest who went down to dig were poisoned by the vapours in the pit.

In the meantime, Christian and Hopeful came to the river of life, and

walked along the bank with great delight. They drank of the water of the

river, which was pleasant and enlivening to their weary spirits, and

they ate of the fruit of the green trees that grew by the river side.

Then, finding a fair meadow covered with lilies, they laid down and

slept; and in the morning they rose up, wondrously refreshed, and

continued their journey along the bank of the river. But the way soon

grew rough and stony, and seeing on their left hand a stile across the

meadow called By-Path Meadow, Christian leaped over it, and said to

Hopeful, "Come, good Hopeful, let us go this way. It is much easier."

"I am afraid," said Hopeful, "that it will take us out of the right

road."

But Christian persuaded him to jump over the stile, and there they got

into a path which was very easy for their feet. But they had not gone

very far when it began to rain and thunder and lighten in a most

dreadful manner, and night came on apace, and stumbling along in the

darkness, they reached Doubting Castle, and the lord thereof, Giant

Despair, took them and threw them into a dark and dismal dungeon. Here

they lay for three days without one bit of bread or drop of drink. On

the third day Giant Despair came and flogged them with a great crabtree

cudgel, and so disabled them that they were not even able to rise up

from the mire of their dungeon floor. And indeed, they could scarcely

keep their heads above the mud in which they lay.

Now Giant Despair had a wife, and her name was Diffidence; and when she

found that, in spite of their flogging, Christian and Hopeful were still

alive, she advised her husband to kill them outright. It happened,

however, to be sunshiny weather, and sunshiny weather always made Giant

Despair fall into a helpless fit, in which he lost for the time the use

of his hands. So all he could do was to try and persuade his prisoners

to kill themselves with knife or halter.

"Why," said he to Christian and Hopeful, "should you choose to live? You

know you can never get out of Doubting Castle. What! Will you slowly

starve to death like rats in a hole, instead of putting a sudden end to

your misery, like men. I tell you again, you will never get out."

But when he was gone, Christian and Hopeful went down on their knees in

their dungeon and prayed long and earnestly. Then Christian suddenly

bethought himself, and after fumbling in his bosom, he drew out a key,

saying, "What a fool am I to lie in a dismal dungeon when I can walk at

liberty! Here is the key that I have been carrying in my bosom, called

Promise, that will open every lock in Doubting Castle."

He at once tried it at the dungeon door, and turned the bolt with ease.

He then led Hopeful to the iron gate of the castle, and though the lock

went desperately hard, yet the key opened it. But as the gate moved, it

made such a creaking that Giant Despair was aroused.

Hastily rising up, the giant set out to pursue the prisoners; but seeing

that all the land was now flooded with sunshine, he fell into one of his

helpless fits, and could not even get as far as the castle gate.

_III.--The Celestial City_

Having thus got safely out of Doubting Castle, Christian and Hopeful

made their way back to the banks of the river of life, and, following

the rough and stony way, they came at last to the Delectable Mountains.

And going up the mountains they beheld the gardens and orchards, the

vineyards, the fountains of water; and here they drank and washed

themselves, and freely ate of the pleasant grapes of the vineyards. Now,

on top of the mountains there were four shepherds feeding their flocks,

and the pilgrims went to them, and, leaning upon their staffs, they

asked them the way to the Celestial City. And the shepherds took them by

the hand and led them to the top of Clear, the highest of all the

Delectable Mountains, and the pilgrims looked and saw, faintly and very

far off, the gate and the glory of the Celestial City.

And I saw in my dream that the two pilgrims went down the Delectable

Mountains along the narrow way, and after walking some distance they

came to a place where the path branched. Here they stood still for a

while, considering which way to take, for both ways seemed right. And as

they were considering, behold, a man black of flesh and covered with a

white robe, came up to them, and offered to lead them down the true way.

But when they had followed him for some time they found that he had led

them into a crooked road, and there they were entangled in a net.

Here they lay bewailing themselves, and at last they espied a Shining

One coming toward them, with a whip in his hand.

"We are poor pilgrims going to the Celestial City," said Christian and

Hopeful. "A black man clothed in white offered to lead us there, but

entangled us instead in this net."

"It was Flatterer that did this," said the Shining One. "He is a false

apostle that hath transformed himself into an angel."

I saw in my dream that he then rent the net and let the pilgrims out.

Then he commanded them to lie down, and when they did so, he chastised

them with his whip of cords, to teach them to walk in the good way, and

refrain from following the advice of evil flatterers. And they thanked

him for his kindness, and went softly along the right path, singing for

very joy; and after passing through the Enchanted Land, which was full

of vapours that made them dull and sleepy, they came to the sweet and

pleasant country of Beulah. In this country the sun shone night and day,

and the air was so bright and clear that they could see the Celestial

City to which they were going. Yea, they met there some of the

inhabitants, for the Shining Ones often walked in the Land of Beulah,

because it was on the borders of Heaven.

As Christian and Hopeful drew near to the city their strength began to

fail. It was builded of pearls and precious stones, and the streets were

paved with gold; and what with the natural glory of the city, and the

dazzling radiance of the sunbeams that fell upon it, Christian grew sick

with desire as he beheld it; and Hopeful, too, was stricken with the

same malady. And, walking on very slowly, full of the pain of longing,

they came at last to the gate of the city. But between them and the gate

there was a river, and the river was very deep, and no bridge went over

it. And when Christian asked the Shining Ones how he could get to the

gate of the city, they said to him, "You must go through the river, or

you cannot come to the gate."

"Is the river very deep?" said Christian.

"You will find it deeper or shallower," said the Shining Ones,

"according to the depth or shallowness of your belief in the King of our

city."

The two pilgrims then entered the river. Christian at once began to

sink, and, crying out to his good friend Hopeful, he said, "I sink in

deep waters! The billows go over my head! All the waves go over me."

"Be of good cheer, my brother," said Hopeful, "I feel the bottom, and it

is good!"

With that a great darkness and horror fell upon Christian; he could no

longer see before him, and he was in much fear that he would perish in

the river, and never enter in at the gate. When he recovered, he found

he had got to the other side, and Hopeful was already there waiting for

him.

And I saw in my dream that the city stood upon a mighty hill; but the

pilgrims went up with ease, because they had left their mortal garments

behind them in the river.

While they were thus drawing to the gate, behold, a company of the

heavenly host came out to meet them. With them were several of the

King's trumpeters, clothed in white and shining raiment, who made even

the heavens to echo with their shouting and the sound of their trumpets.

Then all the bells in the city began to ring welcome, and the gate was

opened wide, and the two pilgrims entered. And lo! as they entered they

were transfigured; and they had raiment put on that shone like gold. And

Shining Ones gave them harps to praise their King with, and crowns in

token of honour.

And as the gates were opened, I looked in, and behold, the streets were

paved with gold; and in them walked many men, with crowns on their

heads, palms in their hands, and golden harps to sing praises withal.

There were also of them that had wings and they answered one another

saying, "Holy, holy, holy is the Lord!" And after that they shut up the

gates, which, when I had seen, I wished myself among them. Then I awoke,

and behold! it was a dream.

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