here came to him a Hand with some
of the leaves of the tree of life .
LONDON'- J-M-DENT&6ON5 IIB
NEW YORK =E-P BUTTON &CO JU
THE AUTHOR'S APOLOGY FOR HIS BOOK ..... i
THE PILGRIM'S PROGRESS ........ 9
CONCLUSION .......... 162
THE AUTHOR'S WAY OF SENDING FORTH HIS SECOND PART OF THE
" PILGRIM "......... 163
THE SECOND PART ......... 173
THE AUTHOR'S VINDICATION OF HIS " PILGRIM " FOUND AT THE END
OF HIS " HOLY WAR" ....... 314
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
THERE CAME TO HIM A HAND WITH SOME OF THE LEAVES
OF THE TREE OF LIFE ..... Frontispiece
CHRISTIAN ON HIS WAY TO LEGALITY'S HOUSE . . facing page 22
CHRISTIAN WARNS SLOTH, SIMPLE, AND PRESUMPTION . ,, 50
CHRISTIAN CONQUERS APOLLYON .... ,, 60
CHRISTIAN PASSES THROUGH THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW
OF DEATH ........ ,, 76
REMEMBER LOT'S WIFE ...... ,, 108
CHRISTIAN AND HOPEFUL UNDER THE POWER OF GIANT
DESPAIR ........ ,,114
THE SHEPHERDS TAKE CHRISTIAN AND HOPEFUL TO THE
TOP OF THE HILL OF ERROR .... ,, 120
CHRISTIAN AND HOPEFUL CROSSING THE WATERS OF
DEATH ........ ,.156
THE DESTRUCTION OF DOUBTING CASTLE ... 280
PREJUDICE AND ILL-WILL ENDEAVOUR TO DEFAME GODLY-
MAN ......... ,, 286
MERCY AT THE ENTRANCE OF THE BY-WAY TO HELL . 290
THE AUTHOR'S APOLOGY FOR
WHEN at the first I took my Pen in hand
Thus for to write ; I did not understand
That I at all should make a little Book
In such a mode; Nay, I had undertook
To make another, which when almost done,
Before I was aware I this begun.
And thus it was : I writing of the Way
And Race of Saints, in this our Gospel-day,
Fell suddenly into an Allegory
About their Journey, and the way to Glory,
In more than twenty things which I set down-.
This done, I twenty more had in my Crown,
And they again began to multiply,
Like sparks that from the coals of fire do fly.
Nay then, thought I, if that you breed so fast,
I'll put you by yourselves, lest you at last
Should prove ad infinitum, and eat out
The Book that I already am about.
Well, so I did ; but yet I did not think
To shew to all the World my Pen and Ink
In such a mode ; I only thought to make
I knew not what: nor did I undertake
Thereby to please my Neighbour; no not I,
I did it mine own self to gratifie.
Neither did I but vacant seasons spend
In this my Scribble : nor did I intend
But to divert myself in doing this
From worser thoughts which make me do amiss.
Thus I set Pen to Paper with delight,
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And quickly had my thoughts in black and white.
For having now my Method by the end,
Still as I pull'd, it came ; and so I penn'd
It down, until it came at last to be
For length and breadth the bigness which you see.
Well, when I had thus put mine ends together,
I shew'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
Which was the best thing to be done by me :
At last I thought, Since you are thus divided,
I print it will, and so the case decided.
For, thought I, some I see would have it done,
Though others in that Channel do not run.
To prove then who advised for the best,
Thus I thought fit to put it to the test.
I further thought, if now I did deny
Those that would have it thus, to gratifie,
I did not know but hinder them I might
Of that which would to them be great delight.
For those which were not for its coming forth,
I said to them, Offend you I am loth,
Yet since your Brethren pleased with it be v
Forbear to judge till you do further see.
If that thou wilt not read, let it alone ;
Some love the meat, some love to pick the bone:
Yea, that I might them better palliate,
I did too with them thus Expostulate :
May I not write in such a style as this ?
In such a method too, and yet not miss
Mine end, thy good ? why may it not be done ?
Dark Clouds bring Waters, when the bright bring none.
Yea, dark or bright, if they their Silver drops
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Cause to descend, the Earth, by yielding Crops,
Gives praise to both, and carpeth not at either,
But treasures up the Fruit they yield together;
Yea, so commixes both, that in her Fruit
None can distinguish this from that : they suit
Her well, when hungry; but, if she be full,
She spues out both, and makes their blessings null.
You see the ways the Fisher man doth take
To catch the Fish; what Engines doth he make?
Behold how he engageth all his Witsj
Also his Snares, Lines, Angles, Hooks, and Nets.
Yet Fish there be, that neither Hook, nor Line,
Nor Snare, nor Net, nor Engine can make thine ;
They must be grop'd for, and be tickled too,
Or they will not be catch'd, whate'er you do.
How doth the Fowler seek to catch his Game
By divers means, all which one cannot name ?
His Gun, his Nets, his Lime-twigs, Light, and Bell;
He creeps, he goes, he stands; yea who can tell
Of all his postures ? Yet there's none of these
Will make him master of what Fowls he please.
Yea, he must Pipe and Whistle to catch this ;
Yet if he does so, that Bird he will miss.
If that a Pearl may in a Toad's head dwell,
And may be found too in an Oyster-shell ;
If things that promise nothing do contain
What better is than Gold ; who will disdain,
That have an inkling of it, there to look,
That they may find it ? Now my little Book
(Though void of all those Paintings that may make
It with this or the other man to take)
Is not without those things that do excel
What do in brave but empty notions dwell.
Well, yet I am not fully satisfied,
That this your Book will stand, when soundly try'd.
Why, what's the matter ? It is dark. What tho ?
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But it is feigned. What of that I tro?
Some men, by feigning words as dark as mine,
Make truth to spangle, and its rays to shine.
But they want solidness. Speak man thy mind.
They drowned 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,
His Gospel-Laws, in olden time held forth
By Types, Shadows, and Metaphors ? Yet loth
Will any sober man be to find fault
With them, lest he be found for to assault
The highest Wisdom. No, he rather stoops,
And seeks to find out what by Pins and Loops,
By Calves, and Sheep, by Heifers, and by Rams,
By Birds, and Herbs, and by the blood of Lambs,
God speaketh to him. And happy is he
That finds the light and grace that in them be.
Be not too forward therefore to conclude
That I want solidness, that I am rude:
All things solid in shew not solid be ;
All things in Parables despise not we ;
Lest things most hurtful lightly we receive,
And things that good are, of our souls bereave.
My dark and cloudy words they do but hold
The truth, as Cabinets inclose the Gold.
The Prophets used much by Metaphors
To set forth Truth; yea, whoso considers
Christ, his Apostles too, shall plainly see,
That Truths to this day in such Mantles be.
Am I afraid to say that Holy Writ,
Which for its Style and Phrase puts down all Wit,
Is everywhere so full of all these things,
Dark Figures, Allegories ? Yet there springs
From that same Book that lustre, and those rays
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Of light, that turns our darkest nights to days.
Come, let my Carper to his Life now look,
And find there darker lines than in my Book
He findeth any, Yea, and let him know,
That in his best things there are worse lines too.
May we but stand before impartial men,
To his poor One I dare adventure Ten,
That they will take my meaning in these lines
Far better than his lies in Silver Shrines.
Come ! Truth, although in Swaddling-clouts, I find,
Informs the Judgment, rectifies the Mind,
Pleases the Understanding, makes the Will
Submit ; the Memory too it doth fill
With what doth our Imagination please ;
Likewise it tends our troubles to appease.
Sound words I know Timothy is to use,
And old Wives' Fables he is to refuse ;
But yet grave Paul him nowhere doth forbid
The use of Parables ; in which lay hid
That Gold, those Pearls, and precious stones that were
Worth digging for, and that with greatest care.
Let me add one word more. O man of God,
Art thou offended ? Dost thou wish I had
Put forth my matter in another dress,
Or that I had in things been more express ?
Three things let me propound, then I submit
To those that are my betters, as is fit.
i. I find not that I am denied the use
Of this my method, so I no abuse
Put on the Words, Things, Readers ; or be rude
In handling Figure or Similitude,
In application ; but, all that I may,
Seek the advance of Truth, this or that way.
Denied, did I say? Nay, I have leave,
(Example too, and that from them that have
God better pleased, by their words or ways,
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Than any man that breatheth now-a-days)
Thus to express my mind, thus to declare
Things unto thee, that excellentest are.
2. I find that men (as high as Trees) will write
Dialogue-wise ; yet no man doth them slight
For writing so : Indeed if they abuse
Truth, cursed be they, and the craft they use
To that intent ; but yet let Truth be free
To make her sallies upon thee and me,
Which way it pleases God. For who knows how,
Better than he that taught us first to Plow,
To guide our Mind and Pens for his Design ?
And he makes base things usher in Divine.
3. I find that Holy Writ in many places
Hath semblance with this method, where the cases
Do call for one thing, to set forth another;
Use it I may then, and yet nothing smother
Truth's golden Beams: nay, by this method may
Make it cast forth its rays as light as day.
And now, before I do put up my Pen,
I'll shew the profit of my Book, and then
Commit both thee and it unto that hand
That pulls the strong down, and makes weak ones stand.
This Book it chalketh out before thine eyes
The man that seeks the everlasting Prize;
It shews you whence he comes, whither he goes,
What he leaves undone, also what he does ;
It also shews you how he runs and runs,
Till he unto the Gate of Glory comes.
It shews too, who set out for life amain,
As if the lasting Crown they would obtain;
Here also you may see the reason why
They lose their labour and like Fools do die.
This Book will make a Traveller of thee,
If by its Counsel thou wilt ruled be;
It will direct thee to the Holy Land,
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If thou wilt its directions understand:
Yea, it will make the slothful active be;
The blind also delightful things to see.
Art thou for something rare and profitable ?
Wouldest thou see a Truth within a Fable ?
Art thou forgetful ? Wouldest thou remember
From New-year's-day to the last of December?
Then read my Fancies, they will stick like Burrs,
And may be to the Helpless, Comforters.
This Book is writ in such a Dialect
As may the minds of listless men affect :
It seems a novelty, and yet contains
Nothing but sound and honest Gospel strains.
Would'st thou divert thyself from Melancholy ?
Would'st thou be pleasant, yet be far from folly ?
Would'st thou read Riddles, and their Explanation?
Or else be drowned in thy Contemplation ?
Dost thou love picking meat ? Or would'st thou see
A man i' th' Clouds, and hear him speak to thee ?
Would'st thou be in a Dream, and yet not sleep?
Or would'st thou in a moment laugh and weep ?
Wouldest thou lose thyself, and catch no harm,
And find thyself again without a charm ?
Would'st read thyself, and read thou know'st not what,
And yet know whether thou art blest or not,
By reading the same lines ? O then come hither,
And lay my Book, thy Head and Heart together.
FROM THIS WORLD TO THAT WHICH
IS TO COME
UNDER THE SIMILITUDE OF A DREAM
WHEREIN IS DISCOVERED
THE MANNER OF HIS SETTING OUT, HIS DANGEROUS JOURNEY
AND SAFE ARRIVAL AT THE DESIRED COUNTRY
'I have used similitudes." Hos. xii. 10
THE PILGRIM'S PROGRESS
IN THE SIMILITUDE OF A DREAM
AS I walk'd through the wilderness of this
world, I lighted on a certain place
where was a Den, and I 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. I
looked, and saw him open the Book, and read
therein; and as he read, he wept and trembled;
and not being able longer to contain, he brake
out with a lamentable cry, saying, What shall
In this plight therefore he went home, and
refrained 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 for certain informed that this
our City will be burned with fire from Heaven;
in which fearful overthrow, both myself, with
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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 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 sleeping, he spent it in sighs
and tears. So, when the morning was come, they would
know how he did; and 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 carriages 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 ?
Christian no sooner leaves the World but meets
Evangelist, who lovingly him greets
With tidings of another: and doth shew
Him how to mount to that from this below.
I saw also that he looked this way and that way, as if
he would run; yet he stood still, because, as I perceived,
he could not tell which way to go. I looked then, and
saw a Man named Evangelist, coming to him, and asked,
Wherefore dost thou cry? He answered, Sir, I perceive
by the Book in my hand, that I am condemned to die,
and after that to come to Judgment; and I find that I
am not willing to do the first, nor able to do the
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.
And, Sir, if I be not fit to go to Prison, I am not fit, I am
sure, to go to Judgment, and from thence to 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, Fly from the wrath to come.
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? The Man said, No.
Then said the other, Do you see yonder shining Light?
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, but 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! So he looked not
behind him, but fled towards the middle of the Plain.
The Neighbours also came out to see him run; and as
he ran, some mocked, others threatened, and some cried
after him to return: Now 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
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him, which they did, and in little time they overtook him.
Then said the Man, Neighbours, wherefore are you 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
our comforts behind us!
CHR. Yes, said Christian (for that was his name),
because that all which you shall forsake is not worthy to
be compared with a little of that that I am seeking to enjoy;
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:
Come away, and prove my words.
OBST. What are the things you seek, since you leave
all the world to find them?
CHR. I seek an Inheritance incorruptible, undefiled, and
that fadeth not away, and it is laid up in Heaven, and fast
there, 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 laid my
hand to the Plough.
OBST. Come then, Neighbour Pliable, let us turn again,
and go home without him; there is a Company of these
Craz'd-headed Coxcombs, that, when they take a fancy
by the end, are wiser in their own eyes than seven men
that can render a reason.
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
will lead you ? Go back, go back, and be wise.
CHR. Come with me, 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 exprest therein, behold, all is
confirmed by the blood of Him that made it.
PLI. Well, Neighbour Obstinate, said Pliable, I begin
to come to a point; I intend to go along with this good
man, and to cast in my lot with him: but, my good Com-
panion, do you know the way to this desired place?
CHR. I am directed by a man, whose name is Evangelist,
to speed me to a little Gate that is before us, where we
shall receive instruction about the way.
PLI. Come then, good Neighbour, let us be going.
Then they went both together.
OBST. And I will go back to my place, said Obstinate;
I will be no companion of such misled, fantastical fellows.
Now I saw in my Dream, that when Obstinate was gone
back, Christian and Pliable went talking over the Plain;
and thus they began their discourse.
CHR. Come, Neighbour Pliable, how do you do? I am
glad you are persuaded to go along with me: Had even
Obstinate himself but felt what I have felt of the Powers
and Terrors of what is yet unseen, he would not thus lightly
have given us the back.
PLI. Come, Neighbour Christian, since there is none but
us two here, tell me now further what the things are, and
how to be enjoyed, whither we are going?
CHR. I can better conceive of them with my Mind
than speak of them with my Tongue: but yet, since you
are desirous to know, I will read of them in my Book.
PLI. And do you think that the words of your Book
are certainly true?
CHR. Yes, verily; for it was made by him that cannot lie.
PLI. Well said; what things are they?
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CHR. There is an endless Kingdom to be inhabited, and
everlasting Life to be given us, that we may inhabit that
Kingdom for ever.
PLI. Well said ; and what else ?
CHR. There are Crowns of Glory to be given us, and
Garments that will make us shine like the Sun in the firma-
ment of Heaven.
PLI. This is excellent ; and what else ?
CHR. There shall be no more crying, nor sorrow; for
He that is owner of the place will wipe all tears from our
PLI. And what company shall we have there?
CHR. There we shall be with Seraphims and Cherubins,
creatures that will dazzle your eyes to look on them:
There also you shall meet with thousands and ten thousands
that have gone before us to that place; none of them are
hurtful, but loving and holy; every one walking in the
sight of God, and standing in his presence with acceptance
for ever. In a word, there we shall see the Elders with
their golden Crowns, there we shall see the Holy Virgins
with their golden Harps, there we shall see men that by
the World were cut in pieces, burnt in flames, eaten of
beasts, drowned in the seas, for the love that they bare to
the Lord of the place, all well, and clothed with Immortality
as with a garment.
PLI. The hearing of this is enough to ravish one's heart ;
but are these things to be enjoyed? How shall we get to
be sharers hereof?
CHR. The Lord, the Governor of that country, hath
recorded that in this Book; the substance of which is, If
we be truly willing to have it, he will bestow it upon us
PLI. Well, my good Companion, glad am I to hear of
these things ; come on, let us mend our pace.
CHR. I cannot go so fast as I would, by reason of this
Burden that is upon my back.
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Now I saw in my Dream, that just as they had ended
this talk, they drew near to a very miry Slough, that was
in the midst of the plain; and they being heedless did both
fall suddenly into the bog. The name of the Slough was
Despond. Here therefore they wallowed for a time, being
grievously bedaubed with dirt; and Christian, because oi
the Burden that was on his back, began to sink in the
PLI. Then said Pliable, Ah, Neighbour Christian, where
are you now?
CHR. Truly, said Christian, I do not know.
PLI. At that Pliable began to be offended, and angerly
said to his Fellow, Is this the happiness you have told me
all this while of? If we have such ill speed at our first
setting out, what may we expect 'twixt this and our Jour-
ney's end? May I get out again with my life, you shall
possess the brave Country alone for me. And with that
he gave a desperate struggle or two, and got out of the
Mire on that side of the Slough which was next to his own
house: so away he went, and Christian saw him no
Wherefore Christian was left to tumble in the Slough
of Despond alone: but still he endeavoured to struggle to
that side of the Slough that was still further from his own
house, and next to the Wicket-gate; the which he did, but
could notfget out, because of the Burden that was upon
his back: But I beheld in my Dream, that a Man came to
him, whose name was Help, aud asked him, What he did
CHR. Sir, said Christian, I was bid go this way by a
Man called Evangelist; who directed me also to yonder
Gate, that 'I might escape the wrath to come; and as I
was going thither, I fell in here.
HELP. But why did you not look tor the steps?
CHR. Fear followed me so hard, that I fled the next
way, and fell in.
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HELP. Then said he, Give me thy hand. So he gave
him his hand, and he drew him out, and set him upon