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"All my springs are in THEE."-Ps. lxxxvii. 7.


"Be this, then, a lesson to thy soul, that thou reckon

nothing worthless,

Because thou heedest not its use, nor knowest the
virtues thereof."

BUNYAN is his own Pilgrim embodied into life. "God," says he, in the preface to his Autobiography, "did not play in tempting of me; neither did I play when I sank as into the bottomless pitwhen the pangs of hell caught hold upon me: wherefore,” he adds, "I may not play in relating of them, but be plain and simple, and lay down the thing as it was.” His "fears, and doubts, and sad months," were 66 as the head of Goliath in his hand;" and the very sight and remembrance of them, like Goliath's sword to David, "did preach forth God's deliverance to him."

There may fall upon these pages the eye of some fainting "soldier of Jesus Christ," whose heart will take new courage as he communes with this stalwart warrior.

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"My thoughts are working like a busy flame,
Until their cockatrice they hatch and bring."

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In one of our wayside English villages, with its rustic cross, and its Maypole, and its sign of the "Rising Sun," there might be seen, some two centuries ago, of an evening on the village green, a band of roystering lads, intent on certain rude sport. The soul of the frolic is a broad-shouldered, brawny youth, with piercing eye and massive foreheadborn a tinker, but evidently shaped by Nature as a future "king of men." The village is Elstow, in Bedfordshire, and the young tinker is John Bunyan.

The times are loose-it is the age of James and of his "Book of Sports ;" and the villagers, young and old, "singing and saying very devoutly" once or even twice a day at church on Sunday, "retain" most contentedly "their wicked life." Our youthful hero falls in with the prevailing way-oaths on the green, and a devout "Amen" in the Sunday-pew. "It was my delight," he tells us, "to be led captive by the devil

at his will. I had few equals, both for cursing, swearing, lying, and blaspheming the holy name of God." And these are no mere momentary bullitions. "So settled and rooted was I in these things," says he, "that they became a kind of second nature to me."

But it is not all sunshine. Even in his ninth or tenth year he is scared with fearful dreams and visions. Often, after "spending this and the other day in sin," he is "greatly afflicted, while asleep, with the apprehensions of devils and wicked spirits, coming to draw him away with them." And his waking hours are haunted with "the thoughts of the fearful torments of hell-fire." "Oh, that I were a devil!" he will whisper to himself, "for it were better to be a tormentor, than to be tormented myself!"

Awakened suddenly one night in his hammock by a violent sea which has broken over the crazy ship, a sailor-lad, hastening up the "companion," is met half-way by the captain, shouting "Bring a knife with you the ship is going down!" Returning for the knife, he is succeeded on the ladder by another, who, the moment he reaches the deck, is washed overboard. There is no time to lament him; and all hands labor at the pump, expecting every moment to be the last. As the day brightens, and the sea calms down a litttle, the lad endeavors, with an illdisguised uneasiness, to cheer one of the sailors with the prospect that in a few days this distress will serve them "to talk of over a glass of wine." "No," replies the other, with tears in his eyes; "it is too late

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