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THE

AUTHOR'S WAY OF SENDING FORTH

HIS

SECOND PART OF THE PILGRIM.

Go now, my little Book, to every place,
Where my First Pilgrim has but shewn 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,
With all thy boys; and then, as thou know'st how,
Tell who they are, also from whence they came ;
Perhaps they'll 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;
Then let them know that these related were
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.
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 Pilgrim brings.
Let them acquainted be, too, how they are
Beloved of their King, under his care ;
What goodly mansions for them he provides ;
Though they meet with rough winds and swelling tides,
How brave a calm they will enjoy at last,
Who to their 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 and thy fellows with such cheer and fare,
As shew will, they of Pilgrims lovers are.

FIRST OBJECTION,

But 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 wrought 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 meet'st with, then thine only way,
Before them all, is to say out thy say,
In thine own native language, which no man
Now useth, nor with ease dissemble can.

If, after all, they still of you shall doubt,
Thinking that you, like Gypsies, go about
In naughty-wise the country to defile ;
Or that you seek good people to beguile

With things unwarrantable ; send for me,
And I will testify you Pilgrims be ;
Yea, I will testify that only you
My Pilgrims are ; and that alone will do.

SECOND OBJECTION.
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, and they shall rage the more ?

ANSWER.

Fright not thyself, my Book, for such bugbears
Are nothing else but ground for groundless fears.
My Pilgrim's book has travell’d 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 kill 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 cloth’d, and deck'd with gems
That it might shew its features, and its limbs.
Yet more; so comely doth my Pilgrim walk,
That of him thousands daily sing and talk.

If you draw nearer home, it will appear,
My Pilgrim knows no ground of shame or fear :
City and country will him entertain,
With welcome Pilgrim; yea, they can't refrain
From smiling, if my Pilgrim be but by,
Or shews his head in any company.

Brave gallants do my Pilgrim hug and love,
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 shew :
Their cabinets, their bosoms, and their hearts,
My Pilgrim has ; 'cause he to them imparts
His pretty riddles in such wholesome strains,
As yield them profit double to their pains
Of reading; yea, I think I 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,
He is the only Stripling of the day.

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

Yea, some who 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 those whom they love they do him send.

Wherefore, my Second Part, thou needst not be Afraid to shew thy head: none can hurt thee, That wish but well to him that went before : 'Cause thou com’st after with a second store Of things as good, as rich, as profitable, For young or old, for staggering, and for stable.

THIRD 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 watery eyes.

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