Preface

Go now, my little Book, to every place,
'Where my First Pilgrim has but shown his face:
Call at their door: if any say, Who's there? . ,
Then answer thou, Christiana is here.
If they bid thee come in, then enter thou,, i
With all thy boys: and then thou knowest how;
Tell who they are, also from whence they came;
Perhaps they know them by their looks or name:
But if they should not, ask. them yet again,
If formerly they did not entertain
One Christian, a Pilgrim? If they say
They did, and were delighted in his way, ' .¹ '*
Then let them know, that those related were t^'
Unto him; yea, his wife and children are.'»^;'

Tell them that they have left their house and home,
Are turned Pilgrims, seek a world to come:
That they have met with hardships in the way,
That they do meet with troubles night and day;
That they have trod on serpents, Fought with devils,'
Have also overcome a many evils.

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Yea, tell them also of the next who have,
Of love to pilgrimage, been stout and brave
Defenders of that way, and how they still
Refuse this world, to do their Father's will.

Go, tell them also of those dainty things,
That pilgrimage unto the Pilgrims brings:
Let them acquainted be too, how they are
Beloved of their King, under his care;
What goodly mansions he for them provides,
Though they meet with rough winds and swelling tides;
How brave a calm they will enjoy at last,
Who to the Lord, and by his ways hold fast.

Perhaps, with heart and hand they will embrace Thee, as they did my firstling, and will grace Thee, as thy fellows, with good cheer and fare, As show well they of Pilgrijps lovers arc.

1. Objection.

Bat 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?

Answer,

'Tis true, some have of late to counterfeit My Pilgrim, to their own, my title set; Yea, others half my name and title too Have stitched to their books, to make them do; But yet they by their features do declare Themselves not mine to be, whose e'er they are.

If such thou meeOst with, then thine only way Before them all, is to say out thy say, In thine own native language, which no irun, Now tisetu, nor wilh ease dissemble can.

If, after all. they still of you s'la^l doubt,
Thinking that you, like Gipsies, go about,
In naughty wise, the country to defile,
Or that you seek good people to beginle
With things unwarrantable, t'len send far me,
And I will testifv you Pilgrims be;
Yea, I will testify that only you
My Pilgrims arc, and that alone will do.

2. Objectiok.

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, a id they shJl rage tiie more?

Answer

Fright not thyself, my Book, for such buxhe irs Are nothing else but ground for groundless fiars. My Pilgrim's book has travelled sea and land, Yet could I never come to understand That it was slighted, or turn'd out of door, By any kingdom, were they rich or poor.

In France and Flanders, where men lull 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.

Highlanders, and Wild Irish can agree My Pilgrim should familiar with them be. 'Tis in New-England under such advance, Receives there so much loving countenance, As to be trimm'd, new-eloth'd,and d ck'd with gsm?, That it may show its features and its limbs. Yet more; so commonly doth my P.'grim walk, That of him thousands daily sing and talk.

If you draw nearer bome, it will appear,

My Pilgrim knows no ground of shame or fear;

City and country both will entertain

With, Welcome, Pilgrim; yet, they can't refrain

From smiling, if my Pilgrim be but by,

Or show its head in any company.

Brave gallants do my Pilgrim hug and Tove,
Esteem it much, yea value it above
Things of a greater bulk; yea, with delight,
Say, my lark's leg is better than a kite.

Young ladies, and young gentlewomen too,
Do no small kindness to my Pilgrim show;
Their cabinets, their bosoms, and their hearts,
JMy Pilgrim has, 'cause he to them imparts
31 is pretty riddles, in such wholesome strains,
As yield them profit double to their pains
Of reading; yea, I think 1 may be bold.
To say, some prize him far above their gold.
The very children that do walk the street,
If they do but my holy Pilgrim meet,
Salute him will, will wish him well, and say,
lie is the only stripling of the day.

They that have never seen him, 3^Tct admire
What they have heard of him, and much desire
To have his company, anil hear him tell
Those Pilgrim stories which he knows so well.

Yea, some that did not love him at the first,
But call'd him fool and noddy, say they must,
"Now they have seen and heard him, him commend,
And to tiiose whom they love they do him send.

Wherefore, my Second Part, thou necd'st not be Afraid to show thy head ; none can hurt thee, That wish but well to him that went before, 'Cause thou cani'st after with a second store Of things as good, as rich, as profitable, For young, Tor old, for stagg'ring, and for stable.

3. Objection.

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.

Answer.

One may (I think) say, both his laughs and cries
May well be guess'd at by his wat'ry eyes.
Some things are of that nature, as to make
One's fancy chuckle, while his heart doth ache:
When Jacob saw his Rachel with the sheep,
He did at the same time both kiss and weep.

Whereas some say, a cloud is in his head,
That doth but show his wisdom's covered
With his own mantle, and to stir the mind
To search well after what it fain would find.
Things that seem to be hid in words obscure,
Do but the godly mind the more allure,
To study what those sayings should contain,
That speak to us in such a cloudy strain.

I also know a dark similitude
Will on the curious fancy more intrude,
And will stick faster in the heart and head,
Than things from similies not borrowed.

Wherefore, my book, let no discouragement
Hinder thy travels : behold, thou art sent
To friends, not foes; to friends that will give place
To thee, my Pilgrim, and thy words embrace.

Besides, what my first Pilgrim left conceal'd, Tliou, my brave Second Pilgrim, hast reveai'd; What Christian left lock'd up, and went his way, .Sweet Christiana opens with her key.

4. Objection.

But some love not the method of your first Romance they count it, throw't away as dust. If I sliould meet with such, what should I say? Must 1 slight them as they slight ate, or iray?

Anmwer.

My Christiana, if with such thou meet,
By all means in all loving-wise them greet;
Render them not reviling for revile;
ISut if they frown, I prithee on them smile:.
Perhaps 'lis nature, or some ill report,
Has made them thus despise, or thus retort.

Some love no fish, some love no cheese, and some
l.ove not their friends, nor their own house nor home.
Some start at pig, slight chicken, love not fowl,
More than they love a cuckoo, or an owl,
I^eave such, my Christiana, to their choice,
And seek those who to find thee will rejoice;
Bv no means strive, but in most humble wise,
Present thee to them in thy Pilgrim's guise.

Go then, my little Book, and show to all
Tuat entertain, and bid tliee welcome shall.
What thou sbalt keep dose, shut up from the rest,
And wish what thou shall snow them may be blest,
To them for good, and nuke them choose to be
Pilgrims by better f*r than thee and me.

Go then, I say, tell all men who thou art: -
Say, I am Christiana, and my part
Is now, with my four sons, to tell you what
It is for men to take a Pilgrim's lot.

Go also, tell them who and what they be.
That now do go on pilgrimage with thee:

Say, here's my neighbour Mercv, she is one,
That has long time with me a Pilgrim gone:
Come, see her in her virgin face, and- learn
'Twixt idHe ones and Pilgrims to discern.
Yea, let young damsels learn of her to prize
The world which is to come, in any wise.
When little tripping maidens follow God,
And leave old doating sinners to his rod,
'Tis like those davs wherein the young ones cr-y'd,
Hosanna! when the old ones did deride.

Next tell them of old Honest, whom y»u found With his wliite hairs, treading the Pilgrim's ground Yea, tell them how plain-hearted this man was, How after his good Lord lie bare the cross: Perhaps with some grey-head this may prevail, With Christ to fall in love, and sin buwail.

Tell them also, how Master Fearing went
On pilgrimage, and how the time he spent .
In solitariness, with fears and cries:
And how, at last, he won the joyful prize.
He was a good man, tho' much down in spirit;
He is a good man, and doth life inherit.

Tell them of M ister Feeble-Mind also,
Who not before, but still beh.nd would got
Show them also how he'd .ikei'have been slain,
And how one Great-Heart did his life regain.
This man was true of heart, tho' weak in grace,
One might true godliness read in his face.

Then tell them of Master Ready-to-halt, A man with crutches, but much without fault: Teil them how Master Feeble-Mind «a»d he Did love, and in opinion much agree; And let all know, tho' weakness was their chance, Yet sometimes one would sin^, the other dance.

Forget not Master Valiant-for-the-truth, Tuat nun of courage, tho' a very youth:

Tell every one hit spirit was so stout,
No man could ever make him face about;
And how Great-Heart and he could not forbear,
But put down Doubting-Castle, slay Despair.

Overlook not Master Despondency,
Nor Much-afraid his daughter, tho' they lie
Under such mantles, as may make them look
(With some) as if their God had them forsook.
They softly went, but sure; and at the end
Found that the Lord of Pilgrims was their friend.
When thou hast told the world of all these things,
Then turn about, my Book, and touch these strings;
Which, if but touched, will such music make,
They'll make a cripple dance, a giant quake.

Those riddles that lie couch'd within thy breast,
Freely propound, expound : and for the rest
Of thy mysterious lines, let them remain
For those whose nimble fancies shall them gain.

Now mav this little Book a blessing be
To those who love this little Book and me:
And may its buyer have no cause to say,
Hii money is bui lost, or thrown away;
Yea, may this Second Pilgrim yield that fruit,
As may with each good Pilgrim's fancy suit;
And may it some persuade that go astray.
To turn their feet and heart to the right way,

Is the hearty Prayer of the Author,

JOHN BUNYAN.