The CONCLUSION.

OW, reader, I have told my dream to thee,
See if thou can't interpret it to me,

Or to thyself, or neighbour; but take heed
Of misinterpreting; for that, inftead
Of doing good, will but thyfelf abuse:
By misinterpreting evil enfues.

Take heed alfo that thou be not extreme
In playing with the outside of my dream:
Nor let my figure or fimilitude

Put thee into a laughter or a feud;

Leave this to boys and fools; but as for thee,
Do thou the fubftance of my matter fee.
Put by the curtains, look within the veil,
Turn up my metaphors, and do not fail;
There, if thou feekeft them, fuch things thou'l
As will be helpful to an honeft mind. (find,
What of my drofs thou findeft there, be bold;
To throw away, but yet preferve the gold.
What if my gold be wrapped up in ore?
None throws away the apple for the core.
But if thou shalt caft all away as vain,

I know not but 'twill make me dream again."

The End of the FIRST PART.

THE

PILGRIM'S PROGRESS,

From this World to that which is to come.

In the Similitude of a

DREA

PART

II.

M:

Wherein is fet forth, the manner of the fetting out of Chriftian's Wife and Children, their dangerous Journey, and fafe Arrival at the defired Country.

I bave ufed fimilitudes, Hof. xii. 10.

The Author's Way of fending forth his Second Part of the PILGRIM.

G

O now, my little book, to every place
Where my First Pilgrim has but fhewn
his face:

Call at their door: If any fay, Who's there?
Then answer thou, Chriftiana is here.
If they bid thee come in, then enter thou,
With all thy boys; and then thou knoweft how:
Tell who they are, alfo from whence they came;
Perhaps they know them by their looks or name:
To if they should not, ask them yet again

rly they did not entertain

One Chriftian, a pilgrim? If they fay
They did, and were delighted in his way,
Then let them know, that those related were
Unto him; yea, his wife and children are.

Tell them that they have left their house and
home;

Are turned pilgrims, feek 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 trode on serpents, fought with
Have alfo overcome as many evils. (devils,
Yea, tell them alfo of the next who have,
Of love to pilgrimage, been ftout and brave
Defenders of that way, and how they ftill
Refuse this world, to do their Father's will.
Go tell thern alfo of thofe dainty things,
That pilgrimage unto the pilgrims brings;
Let them acquainted be too, how they are
Beloved of their King, under his care;
What goodly mansions he for them provides,
Though they meet with rough winds and fwel-
ling tides;

How brave a calm they will enjoy at laft,
Who to the Lord, and by his ways hold faft,
Perhaps with heart and hand they will embrace
Thee, as they did my firstling, and will grace
Thee, and thy fellows, with good cheer and fare,
As fhew well they of pilgrims lovers are.

OBJECTION I.

But how, if they will not believe of me, That I am truly thine; 'caufe fome there be That counterfeit the pilgrim and his name, Seek, by difguife, to feem the very fame,

And by that means have brought themselves into The hands and houfes of I know not who?

ANSWER.

'Tis true, fome have of late to counterfeit My pilgrim to their own my title set; Yea, others half my name and title too Have ftitched 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 fuch thou meetest with, then thine only way Before them all is, to fay out they fay, In thine own native language, which no man Now ufeth, nor with ease diffemble can. If, after all, they till of you fhall doubt, Thinking that you, like gypfies, go about In naughty wife, the country to defile, Or that you feek good people to beguile With things unwarrantable, then fend for me, And I will teftify you pilgrims be;

Yea, I will testify that only you

My pilgrims are, and that alone will do.

But yet, perhaps, I may enquire for him, Of thofe that with him damned life and limb. What fhall I do, when I at fuch a door, For pilgrime afk, and they shall rage the more?

ANSWER..

Fright not thyself, my book for fuch bugbears nothing else but ground for groundlefs fears.

Mr

My pilgrim's book has travell'd fea and land,
Yet could I never come to understand
That it was flighted, 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 or brother.

In Holland too, 'tis faid, as I am told, My pilgrim is with fome worth more than gold. Highlanders and wild Irish can agree, My pilgrim fhould familiar with them be. "Tis in New England under fuch advance, Receives there fo much loving countenance, As to be trim'd, new cloth'd, and deck'd with

gems,

That it might fhew its features and its limbs.
Yet more; fo commonly doth my pilgrim walk,
That of him thousands daily fing and talk.
If you draw nearer home, it will appear
My pilgrim knows no ground of fhame or fear.
City and country will him entertain

With welcome, pilgrim; yea, they can't refrain
From fmiling, if my pilgrim be but by,
Or fhews his head in any company.

Brave gallants do my pilgrim hug and love,
Efteem 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 fmall kindnefs to my pilgrim fhew; Their cabinets, their bofoms, and their hearts, My pilgrim has, 'caufe he to them imparts. His pretty riddles, in fuch wholesome trains, As yields them profit double to their pains