A little onward, just beside the road, An ancient monumental figure stood; A pillar first it seem'd-they nearer drew, A female figure then appear'd in view. What can it be?-awhile they stood and gaz'd,Th' inscription tried to read ('twas half eras'd) The words, with pains, at length they found to be, 'Lot's wife remember, who this pillar see.' 'O salutary lesson,' Hopeful cried, 'To me, solicited to turn aside 'To me, inclin'd that dang'rous mine to see, Close by the path a copious river flow'd, fault; *This is an allusion to Ps. xlvi. 4, and Rev. xxii. 1, where we read of "a pure river of water of life ;"- "The streams whereof make glad the city of God:" the author intends the happy enjoyments of Christian privileges, such as pardon, peace, and joy in the Holy Ghost. They drink, refresh'd, the living water here; Now, tow'rds the left, and close beside the road, A meadow lay, and there the path was good. Over the stile goes Christian,—" Let us see "Whether it keeps along our road,' said he. "Yes, Hopeful, come; 'tis charming walking here, ""Tis the right way, my brother, never fear.” 'Twas By-path Meadow now the Pilgrims trod, A way that leads from happiness and God. Here dang'rous traps and horrid pits abound, On purpose form'd by him that owns the ground. Vain-Confidence, who walk'd but just before, Falling, was crush'd to death, and seen no more; They heard his groans, and now were sore afraid: 'Where are we now?' poor trembling Hopeful said; 'I fear'd, my friend, this path would lead astray: O that we had not left the narrow way.' |