that you go and return to your Master's house, in hopes that you may yet be a conductor to more of the holy pilgrims,) that you send to my family, and let them be acquainted with all that hath and shall happen unto me. Tell them moreover of my

HIS ERRAND TO
HIS FAMILY.

happy arrival at this place, and of the present and late blessed condition I am in. Tell them also of Christian and Christiana his wife, and how she and her children came after her husband. Tell them also of what a happy end she made, and whither she is gone; I have little or nothing to send to my family, unless it be prayers and tears for them; of which it will suffice that you acquaint them, if peradventure they may prevail. When Mr. Standfast had thus set things in order, and the time being come for him to haste him away, he also went down to the river. Now there was a great calm at that time in the river; wherefore Mr. Standfast, when he was about half way in, stood a while, and talked with his companions that had waited upon him thither. And he said, This river has been a terror to many; yea, the thoughts of it also have often frightened me; but now methinks I stand easy; my foot is fixed upon that on which the feet of the priests that bare the ark of the covenant stood while Israel went over Jordan. The waters indeed are to the palate bitter, and to the stomach cold; yet the thoughts of what I am going to, and of the conduct that waits for me on the other side, doth lie as a glowing coal at my heart. I see myself now at the end of my journey; my toilsome days are ended. I am going to see that head that was crowned with thorns, and that face that was spit

g Josh. iii. 17.

HIS LAST

WORDS.

* Oh, the blessedness, and joy of faith! How does it bring near, and realize the sight of Christ in glory! Do we indeed see Christ by the

upon for me. I have formerly lived by hearsay and faith; but now I go where I shall live by sight, and shall be with him in whose company I delight myself. I have loved to hear my Lord spoken of; and wherever I have seen the print of his shoe in the earth, there I have coveted to set my foot too.* His name has been to me as a civet-box; yea, sweeter than all perfumes. His voice to me has been most sweet; and his countenance I have more desired than they that have most desired the light of the sun. His words I did use to gather for my food, and for antidotes against my faintings. He has held me, and hath kept me from mine iniquities; yea, my steps hath he strengthened in his way.

Now, while he was thus in discourse, his countenance changed; his strong man bowed under him: and after he had said, Take me, for I come unto thee, he ceased to be seen of them.

But glorious it was to see how the open region was filled with horses and chariots, with trumpeters and pipers, with singers and players upon stringed instruments, to welcome the pilgrims as they went up, and followed one another in at the beautiful gate of the city.†

eye of faith? Is he the one, the chief object of cur souls? Is he precious to us? Verily, then we shall count our days on earth toilsome ones, and long for the full fruition of him in glory. Oh! it will be our great glory to see that dear Man, whose blessed head was crowned with thorns, and whose lovely face was spit upon, for us. O that we may be living every day upon him and to him, till we see him as he is, and enjoy him where he is, crying, "Come, Lord Jesus, come quickly!"

Can you say this? Do you love to hear of the precious name of Jesus ? Do you covet to follow him, and to tread in his steps? Oh, what has grace wrought! Be humble before Jesus. Be joyful in him, and thankful to him.

+ At the close of this excellent book, let me address one word, reader, to your soul and mine. What think we of a pilgrim's life, and a pilgrim's death? His life begins with the knowledge of Christ,

As for Christiana's children, the four boys that Christiana brought, with their wives and children, I did not stay where I was till they were gone over. Also, since I came away, I heard one say that they were yet alive, and so would be for the increase of the church in that place where they were, for a time.

Should it be my lot to go that way again, I may give those that desire it an account of what I here am silent about. Meantime I bid my reader

FAREWELL.

and ends by dying in him, and eternally enjoying of him. through life, the pilgrim looks to, and lives upon, Christ. beginning! comfortable living! joyful dying!

And all
Blessed

Now, have we part and lot in this matter? Is Christ our life? the life of our souls? If he is, we shall live by faith upon him, rely on his atonement, glory in his righteousness, rejoice in his salvation, desiring to have done with all sin, and to be dead to all self-righteous confidence; and in heart, lip, and life, studying to glorify him, by devoting ourselves to him, looking, longing, and waiting for his coming to receive us to Himself, that where He is, there we may also!

As many as live by this faith, and walk according to this rule, peace be on them, from the holy, blessed, and glorious Trinity. Amen.

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CONSTANTINOPLE

AND ITS ENVIRONS;

WITH

THE SEVEN CHURCHES

OF ASIA MINOR.

COMPRISING

The Bosphorus, Sea of Marmora, the Hellespont, Mount Olympus, Brousa, Plains of Troy, Plains of the Meander, Sardis, Ephesus, Pergamos, Thyatira,

Laodicea, Philadelphia, and Smyrna.

IN A SERIES OF DRAWINGS,

Taken during a Nine Months' Residence, by THOMAS ALLOM. Esq.; with an Historical Account of Constantinople by the Rev. ROBERT WALSH, LL.D., Chaplain to the British Embassy at the Ottoman Porte; and Author of "Narrative of a Residence at Constantinople ;" and descriptions of the Seven Churches by JOHN CARNE, Esq., Author of Fisher's "Syria and the Holy Land Illustrated;" "Letters from the East," &c.

PROSPECTUS.

"Queen of the Morn! Sultana of the East!
City of wonders, on whose sparkling breast,
Fair, slight, and tall, a thousand palaces
Fling their gay shadows over golden seas!
Where towers and tombs bestud the gorgeous land,
And countless masts a mimic forest stand;
Where cypress shades, the minaret's snowy hue,
And gleams of gold dissolve on skies of blue.

"Daughter of Eastern art! the most divine,
Lovely, yet faithless bride of Constantine-
Fair Istamboul, whose tranquil mirror flinga
Back with delight thy thousand colourings;
And who no equal in the world dost know,
Save thy own image, pictured thus below!
Dazzled-amazed, our eyes, half-blinded, fail,
While sweeps the phantasm past our gliding sail,"

THE most romantic imagination, in its wildest wanderings, could not conceive or characterize a more beautiful or extraordinary scene than "the Queen of the Tides""the City of the Faithful"-" the Refuge of the World"-presents, approached from the Bosphorus.

The associations, also, connected with Constantinople-its spirit-stirring history, which, from the earliest times down to the present day, is full of exciting materials-whether we dwell upon the past, contemplate the changes in progress, or speculate upon the future-are so intimately blended with the interests of the whole civilized world throughout all ages, that, were it but a heap of stones, no one, gifted with a mind for which historical recollections possess a single charm, could regard it with indifference.