CHAPTER V.
THE INTERPRETER'S HOUSE.
THEN he went on till he came to the house of the Interpreter, at whichhe gave some smart knocks. At last one came to the door, and did askwho was there?
"Sir," said Christian, "I am a man that am come from the City ofDestruction, and am bound for the Mount Zion; and I was told by the manthat stands at the gate at the head of this way, that if I came hereyou would show me good things, such as would be a help to one on theroad."
Then said the Interpreter, "Come in; I will show thee that which willbe of use to thee." So he told his man to light the lamp, and bidChristian go in his track. Then he had him in a room where none elsecould come, and bid his man fold back the door, the which when he haddone Christian saw the print of one, most grave of look, hung up on thewall, and this was the style of it: It had eyes that did stare at thesky, the best of books in its hand, and the law of truth was writ onits lips; the world was at its back, it stood as if it did plead withmen, and a crown of gold did hang nigh its head.
Then said Christian, "What means this?"
_Inter._--"I have shown thee this print first for this cause, that theman whose print this is, is the sole man whom the Lord of the placewhere thou dost go hath sent as thy guide through all the twists andturns thou wilt meet with in the way; hence take good heed to what Ihave shown thee, and bear well in thy mind what thou hast seen, lest,in thy route, thou meet with some that say they can lead thee right;but their way goes down to death."
Then he took him by the hand, and led him to a large room on the groundfloor that was full of dust; the which the Interpreter did call for aman to sweep. Then said the Interpreter to a girl that stood by, "Bringhence from yon brook the means to lay this dust."
Then said Christian, "What means this?"
The Interpreter thus spoke: "This room on the ground floor is the heartof man that has not been made pure by the sweet grace of Christ's Word.The _dust_ is the sin that cleaves to him through the Fall, and thelust that hath made foul the whole man. He who at first swept is theLaw; but she that brought the means to lay the dust is the Gospel."
I saw too, in my dream, that the Interpreter took him by the hand, andhad him in a small room, where sat two youths, each one in his chair.The name of the most grown was Passion, and of the next, Patience:Passion did not seem at rest, but Patience was quite still.
Then I saw that one came to Passion and brought him a bag of richgifts, and did pour it down at his feet; the which he took up and feltjoy in it, while at Patience he gave a laugh of scorn. But I saw but atime, and he had got rid of all, and had naught left but rags.
Then said Christian to the Interpreter, "I would have you make thisthing more clear to me."
So he said, "These two lads are signs: Passion of the men of thisworld, and Patience of the men of that which is to come; for, as herethou dost see, Passion will have all now, this year, that is to say inthis world, so are the men of this world; they must have all their goodthings now; they durst not stay till next year, that is till the nextworld, for their share of good."
Then said Christian, "Now I see that Patience has the best sense, andthat on more grounds than one; for that he stays for the best things,and in like way for that he will have the gain of his when Passion hasnaught but rags."
INTERPRETER SHOWS CHRISTIAN THE ROOM FULL OF DUST]
_Inter._--"Nay, you may add one more, to wit, the joys of the nextworld will not wear out, but these are soon gone."
I saw, in like way, that the Interpreter took him once more by thehand, and led him to a choice place, where was built a great house,fine to look at; at the sight of which Christian felt much joy; he saw,too, on the top of it some folk that did walk to and fro, who were cladall in gold.
Then the Interpreter took him, and led him up nigh to the door of thegreat house; and lo, at the door stood a host of men as did wish to goin, but durst not. There, too, sat a man a short way from the door, atthe side of a board, with a book and his desk in front of him, to takethe name of him that should come in. More than this, he saw that in theporch stood groups of men, clad in coats of mail, to keep it, who meantto do all the hurt and harm they could to the man that would go in. Nowwas Christian in a sore maze. At last, when all the men did start backfor fear of the men who bore arms, Christian saw a man of a bold facecome up to the man that sat there to write, and say, "Set down my name,sir"; the which when he had done, he saw the man draw his sword, andput a casque on his head, and rush to the door on the men who had arms,who laid on him with fierce force; but the man, not at all put out ofthe way, fell to, and did cut and hack with all his might: so, when hehad got and dealt scores of wounds to those that strove to keep himout, he cut his way through them all, and made straight for the greathouse.
"Now," said Christian, "let me go hence."
"Nay, stay," said the Interpreter, "till I have shown thee some more;and then thou shalt go on thy way."
Just as Christian came up with the cross, his load gotloose from his neck, and fell from off his back.
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So he took him by the hand once more, and led him to a room dark aspitch, where there sat a man in a steel cage. Now the man to look onwas most sad; and he gave sighs as if he would break his heart.
The man said, "I once did seem to be what I was not fair in mine owneyes, and in the eyes of those that knew me. I was once, as I thought,fair for the Celestial City, and went so far as to have joy at thethoughts that I should get there."
_Chr._--"Well, but what art thou now?"
_Man._--"I am now a man lost to hope."
_Chr._--"But how didst thou get in this state?"
_Man._--"I did sin in face of the light of the World, and the grace ofGod. I made the Spirit grieve, and he is gone."
Then said Christian, "Is there no hope, but you must be kept in thesteel cage of gloom?"
_Man._--"None at all."
_Chr._--"But canst thou not now grieve and turn?"
_Man._--"God hath not let me; his Word gives me no aid to faith; yea,he hath shut me up in this steel cage; nor can all the men in the worldlet me out."
Then said the Interpreter to Christian, "Let this man's wails be dwelton by thee, and cease not to teach thee how to act."
So he took Christian and led him to a room where one did rise out ofbed; and as he put on his clothes he did shake and quake.
Then said Christian, "Why doth this man thus shake?"
So he spoke and said, "This night as I was in my sleep I dreamt, andlo, the sky grew black as ink, when flame flit from the clouds; onwhich I heard a dread noise, that put me in throes of pain. So I didlift up my eyes in my dream, and saw a man sit on a cloud, with a hugehost near to him. I heard, then, a voice that said, 'Come forth, yedead, and meet your Judge!' And with that the rocks rent, the gravesdid gape, and the dead that were in them came forth. Then I saw the manthat sat on the cloud fold back the book and bid the world draw near. Iheard it, in like way, told to them that were near the man that sat onthe cloud, 'Bind up the tares, and the chaff, and the stalks, and castthem in the lake that burns with fire.' Then said the voice to the samemen, 'Put up my wheat in the barn!' and with that I saw a host caughtup in the clouds, but I was left stay."
_Chr._--"But what was it that made you so quake at this sight?"
_Man._--"Why, I thought that the day of doom had come, and that I wasnot fit to meet it. But this made me fear most, that some were caughtup while I was left."
Then said the Interpreter to Christian, "Hast thou thought well on allthese things?"
_Chr._--"Yes; and they put me in hope and fear."
_Inter._--"Well, keep all things so in thy mind that they may be as agoad in thy sides, to prick thee on in the way thou must go."
Then Christian girt up his loins, and thought but of the long road hehad to tread.
So I saw that just as Christian came up to the cross,his load got loose from his neck, and fell from off his back.--Page 25.
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