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Mercy:--I dreamt that I lay in some lone wood to weep and wail, for that my heart should be so hard a one. Now I had not been there long when I thought there were some who had come to hear me speak in my sleep; but I went on with my moans. At this they said with a laugh that I was a fool.
Then I saw a Bright One with wings come up to me, who said, Mercy, what ails you? And when he heard the cause Of my grief, he said, Peace be to thee. He then came up to wipe off my tears and had me clad in robes of gold, and put a chain on my neck, and a crown on my head. Then he took me by the hand and said, Mercy, come this way. So he went up with me till we came to a gate, at which he gave a knock and then he took me to a throne on which one sat. The place was as bright as the stars, nay more like the sun. And I thought that I saw Christian there. So I woke from my dream. But did I laugh?
Christiana:--Laugh! Yes, and so you might, to see how well off you were!
For you must give me leave to tell you, that as you find the first part true, so you will find true the last.
Mercy:--Well, I am glad of my dream, for I hope ere long to see it come to pa.s.s, so as to make me laugh once more.
Christiana:--I think it is now high time to rise, and to know what we must do.
Mercy:--Pray, if they should ask us to stay, let us by all means do so; for I should much like to know more of these maids. I think Prudence, Piety, and Charity have, each of them, a most choice mien.
Christiana:--We shall see what they will do.
So they came down.
Then Prudence and Piety: If you will stay, here you shall have what the house will yield.
Charity:--Yes, and that with a good will.
So they were there some time, much to their good.
Prudence:--Christiana, I give you all praise, for you have brought your boys up well. With James I have had a long chat; he is a good boy, and has learnt much that will bring peace to his mind, while he lives on this earth, and in the world to come it will cause him to see the face of Him who sits on the throne. For my own part, I will teach all your sons. At the same time, said she to them: You must still give heed to all that Christiana can teach you, but more than all, you must read the Book of G.o.d's Word, which sent your dear sire on his way to the land of bliss.
By the time that Christiana and the rest had been in this place a week, a man, Mr. Brisk by name, came to woo Mercy, with the wish to wed her.
Now Mercy was fair to look on and her mind was at all times set on work and the care of those round her. She would knit hose for the poor, and give to all those things of which they stood in need.
She will make me a good house wife, thought Brisk.
Mercy one day said to those of the house: Will you tell me what you think of Mr. Brisk?
They then told her that the young man would seem to have a great sense of the love of G.o.d, but that they had fears it did not reach his soul, which they thought did cleave too much to this world.
Nay then, said Mercy, I will look no more on him, for I will not have a clog to my soul.
Prudence:--If you go on as you have set out, and work so hard for the poor, he will soon cool.
So the next time he came, he found her at her work.
What, still at it? said he.
Mercy:--Yes.
Mr. Brisk:--How much can you earn in the day.
Mercy:--I work at these things for the good of those for whom I do them; and more than this, to do the will of Him who was slain on the cross for me.
With that his face fell, and he came no more to see her.
Prudence:--Did I not tell you that Mr. Brisk would soon flee from you?
Yea, he may seem to love Mercy, but Mercy and he should not tread the same road of life side by side.
Now Matthew, the son of Christiana, fell sick, so they sent to Mr. Skill to cure him. Then said he: Tell me what he eats.
Christiana:--Well, there is no food here but what is good.
Mr. Skill:--This boy has in him a crude ma.s.s of food, which if I do not use the means to get rid of, he will die.
Samuel said to Christiana, What was it that you saw Matthew pick up and eat when we came from the gate which is at the head of this way?
Christiana:--It was some of the fruit that grows there; I chid him for it.
Skill:--I felt sure that it was some bad food; now that fruit hurts more than all, for it is the fruit from Beelzebub's grounds. Did no one warn you of it? Some fall down dead when they eat it.
Then Christiana wept and said, What shall I do for my son? Pray, Sir, try your best to cure him, let it cost what it may.
Then Skill gave strange drugs to him, which he would not take. So Christiana put one of them to the tip of her tongue. Oh, Matthew, said she, it is sweet, sweet as balm; if you love me, if you love Mercy, if you love your life, do take it!
So in time he did, and felt grief for his sin. He quite lost the pain, so that with a staff he could walk, and went from room to room to talk with Mercy, Prudence, Piety and Charity.
Christiana:--Pray, Sir, what else are these Pills good for?
Skill:--They are good for all those that go on their way to The Celestial City.
Christiana:--I pray of you to make me up a large box full of them, for if I can get these, I will take none else.
Skill:--I make no doubt that if a man will but use them as he should, he could not die. But good Christiana, these pills will be of no use if you do not give them as I have done, and that is, in a gla.s.s of grief for the sins of those who take them. So he gave some to Christiana and the rest of her boys, and to Mercy; he bade Matthew, too, keep a good look out that he ate no more green plums; then he gave them a kiss, and went his way.
Now, as they had spent some time here, they made a move to go. Then Joseph, who was Christiana's third, son, said to her: You were to send to the house of Mr. Interpreter to beg him to grant that Mr. Great-heart should go with us as our guide.
Good boy! said Christiana, I had not thought of it.
So she wrote a note, and Interpreter said to the man who brought it: Go, tell them that I will send him.
Great-heart soon came, and he said to Christiana and Mercy, My Lord has sent you some wine and burnt corn, and to the boys figs and dry grapes.
They then set off, and Prudence and Piety went with them. But first Christiana took leave of Watchful, who kept the gate, and put a small coin in his hand while she gave him her thanks for all that he had done for her and her dear boys. She then said to him, Have you seen men go by since we have been here?
Watchful:--Yes, I have, and there has been a great theft on this high way; but the thieves were caught.
Then Christiana and Mercy said they felt great fear to go on that road.
Matthew:--Fear not, as long as we have Mr. Great-heart with us to guide us.
I now saw in my dream that they went on till they came to the brow of the hill, when Piety said: O, I must go back to fetch that which I meant to give to Christiana and Mercy, and it was a list of all those things which they had seen at the house where we live. On these, said she, I beg of you to look from time to time, and call them to mind for your good.
They now went down the hill to the Vale of Humiliation. It was a steep hill, and their feet slid as they went on; but they took great care, and when they had got to the foot of it, Piety said to Christiana: This is the vale where Christian met with Apollyon and where they had that fierce fight which I know you must have heard of. But be of good cheer, as long as we have Mr. Great-heart to guide us, there is nought here that will hurt us, save those sights that spring from our own fears. And as to Apollyon, the good folk of the town, who tell us that such a thing fell out in such a place, to the hurt of such a one, think that some foul fiend haunts that place, when lo! it is from the fruit of their own ill deeds that such things do fall on them. For they that make slips must look for frights. And hence it is that this vale has so bad a name.
James:--See, there is a post with words on it, I will go and read them.