Pilgrim's Progress, Part 2 - The Gospel Magazine

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have begged me of him to have 'gone ql;lite thOrough-with
you, and he would have granted your requefl:. !:loweveF, '
at prefent I muft withdraw; and [0, good Chrijliana, '
il1ercy, and my brave children, Adieu.
- Then ·the, Porter, Mr. }Vatchful, aiked Chrijiiancr of
her country, and of her ~kindred : and fue [ai.d, I coml!
fr-om the City of~peftrtl8ion; I am a' widow w;inan, and.
my bujband is ,lead, his name was Chriftian the. pt7grim. '
How! -[aid the Porter, was he your hufband ? Yes, [aid
fue, and,thefe are his children; and this (point"ng to
Mercy) is 9ne of my town's, women. Then the Porter
-. rang h,is ~@,ll, as at fuch 'times, he is wont, ,and, there
came to'the door one of' the diri.rc!s, whore' mime was
Humble-mintl.· arid -to her' the Porter [aid, Go tell it
within, thilt Chrijlidna" the wife of Chriflian, and, :!ler
children, are come h.ither on pilgrimage. She went in,
'Joy a:f;thevth?reforc,. and told it. B~t Oh, what w'ha't n'oife fornews
of the • 'r' ." h
pilgrims g.ladnefs- was thel'e, when he damlel dId but :drop t' at
coming. out of ber mouth! - - ,
, So they came with hafte to the Porter, for, Ch'rijliana
flood ftill a~ the ,door. Then fame of the man gr;ive'
·faid unto her, Come in, Chriftiana, come in; thou wife of
that good man; come in, tpOIl blejfed woman, ~omeJn; with
all that ,are with thee. So fue went in, and they followed
her that were ·her children and her companions: "Now
when they w~re gone' in, they were had into a very ~arge'
room, where they. were bidden to fit down: fa they fat
down, and t~e chjef of the houfe was, called,·to. fee and
Chriftians w~Jco'rPe: 'the g~efls. Then they came in, an~ under­
Jove is kindled
at the !landing who they were, di'cl falute each other with a
light of one kiCs, 'and Caid, Welcome, ye\;effels of the grace of Gop ;,
another.
~elcdtrie to us 'y;ur f~ith(4-1 fl-iends (x). . ,~
(z) Her~ is a bleifed. mark of Ileing, veffels of the grace of God, when we
deli.ht';n the fight of, falut~ and \vekome uthers in' the way to Zion, and
lllut:~lIy hav!, our hearts and affeC\ions..drawn out to each other in 1ove. ' 0.
how fw.eet.is the fcUowlhip of pilgrims below! what muft it be above!
Infinitely beyond conception. Lord, fire our fouls with the thought