Part I. directing his eye to the place where it lay, and with joy and tears betook himself again to his journey. But, O how nimbly now did he go up the reft of the hill! Yet, before he got up, the fun went down upon Chriftian; and this made him again recal the vanity of his fleeping to his remembrance; and thus he again began to condole with himself: O thou finful sleep! how for thy fake am I like to be benighted in my journey! I muft walk without the fun, darkness muft cover the path of my feet, and I must hear the noise of doleful creatures, because of my finful fleep! Now alfo he remember'd the story that Miftruft and Timorous told him of, how they were frighted with the fight of the lions. Then faid Chriftian to himself again, these beasts range in the night for their prey, and if they fhould meet with me in the dark, how fhould I fhift them? how should I escape being by them torn in pieces? Thus he went on his way; but while he was thus bewailing his unhappy mifcarriage, he lift up his eyes, and behold there was a very stately palace before him, the name of which was Beautiful, and it stood just by the highway side.

So I faw in my dream, that he made hafte and went forward, that if poffible he might get lodging there. Now before he had gone far, he enter❜d into a very narrow paffage, which was about a furlong off the Porter's lodge, and looking very narrowly before him as he went, he espied two lions in the way. Now, thought he, I fee the danger that Miftrust and Timorous were driven back by. (The lions were chain'd, but he saw not the chains) Then he was go back after

afraid, and thought alfo himself to them, for he thought nothing but death was before

him:

fides many difcouraging circumftances in the way; but notwithstanding all, he ventures to lay claim to the name of a

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The Palace called Beautifull and Chriftian afraid of the Lions.

him: but the Porter at the lodge, whose name is Watchful, (Mark xiii. 33.) perceiving that Chriftian made a halt, as if he would go back, cried unto him, faying, Is thy ftrength fo fmall? Fear not the lions, for they are chain'd, and are placed there for trial of faith, where it is, and for discovery of those that have none: Keep in the midft of the path, and no hurt fhall come unto thee.

Then I faw that he went on trembling for fear of the lions; but taking good heed to the directions of the Porter, he heard them roar, but they did him no harm. Then he clapt his hands, and went on till he came and stood before the gate where the Porter was. Then faid Chriftian to the Porter, Sir, what house is this? and, May I lodge here to night? The Porter answered, This house was built by the Lord of the hill, and he built it for the relief and fecurity of pilgrims. The Porter also asked, whence he was, and whither he was going?

Chr. I am come from the city of Destruction, and am going to mount Zion; but because the fun is now fet, I defire, if I may, to lodge here to-night? Porter. What is your name?

Chr. My name is now Chriftian, but my name at the first was Graceless: I came of the race of Japheth, whom God will perfuade to dwell in the tents of Shem, Gen. ix. 27.

Port, But how doth it happen that you came fo late? The fun is fet.

Chr. I had been here fooner, but that, wretched man that I am, I flept in the Arbour that stands on the hill fide! Nay, I had, notwithstanding that, been here much fooner, but that in my fleep, I loft my evidence,

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christian, though he humbly acknowledges his former gracelefs ftate, as an alien from God, and that it was all of grace, that he was numbered among the blessed.

dence, and came without it to the brow of the hill, and then feeling for it, and finding it not, I was forced, with forrow of heart, to go back to the place where I flept my fleep, where I found it, and now I

am come.

Por. Well, I will call out one of the virgins of this place, who will (if the likes your talk) bring you in to the rest of the family, according to the rules of the house. So Watchful the Porter rang a bell, at the found of which came out of the door of the house, a grave and beautiful damfel, named Difcretion, and asked why fhe was called?

The Porter answered, this man is in a journey from the city of Destruction to mount Zion, but being weary and benighted, he asked me if he might lodge here to-night: So I told him I would call for thee, who, after difcourfe had with him, mayft do as seemeth thee good, even according to the law of

the house.

Then she asked him, whence he was, and whither he was going? and he told her. She afked him alfo, how he got into the way? and he told her. Then she asked him, what he had feen and met with in the way? and he told her. And at laft she asked his name? fo he said, it is Christian; and I have fo much the more a defire to lodge here tonight, because by what I perceive, this place was built by the Lord of the hill, for the relief and fecurity of pilgrims; fo fhe fmiled, but the water stood in her eyes; and after a little pause, she said, I will

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s Chriftian arrives at the palace of Beautiful, befet with fears, and fadly apprehenfive of dangers. There is a needs be, that the chriftian fhould ever be led to examine his right to, before he ever lays hold on a privilege peculiar to the be Mever. It is in this manner that Chriftian proceeds before us

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