Christian: Pray,
did you know him? said he.
The Porter: I
asked his name, and he told me it was Faithful.
Christian: O,
said Christian, I know him; he is my townsman, my near neighbor; he comes from
the place where I was born. How far do you think he may be before?
The Porter: He is
got by this time below the hill.
Christian: Well,
said Christian, good Porter, the Lord be with thee, and add to all thy plain
blessings much increase for the kindness that thou hast showed me.
Then he began to
go forward; but Discretion, Piety, Charity, and Prudence would accompany him
down to the foot of the hill. So they went on together, reiterating their
former discourses, till they came to go down the hill. Then said Christian, As
it was difficult coming up, so, so far as I can see, it is dangerous going
down. Yes, said Prudence, so it is; for it is a hard matter for a man to go
down into the valley of Humiliation, as thou art now, and to catch no slip by
the way; therefore, said they, we are come out to accompany thee down the hill.
So he began to go down, but very warily; yet he caught a slip or two.
Then I saw in my
dream, that these good companions, when Christian was got down to the bottom of
the hill, gave him a loaf of bread, a bottle of wine, and a cluster of raisins;
and then he went on his way,
“Whilst Christian is among his godly friends,
Their golden mouths make him sufficient mends
For all his griefs; and when they let him go,
He’s clad with northern steel from top to toe.”
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