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- Herausgeber: DigiCat
- Kategorie: Religion und Spiritualität
- Sprache: Englisch
Written in 1684 and attributed to an anonymous author, "The Pilgrim's Progress: The Third Part" serves as a continuation of John Bunyan's seminal allegorical tale, delving deeper into the themes of faith, redemption, and the Christian journey. Employing a rich, allegorical style, the narrative follows the protagonist, Christian, as he encounters new challenges and companions in the Celestial City. This third part intertwines personal struggle with collective spiritual experiences, immersing readers in vivid depictions of both internal reflections and external trials. It extends Bunyan's original themes, expanding upon the importance of perseverance in the face of evil, and highlighting the sanctity of fellowship among believers, all presented through a framework rich in metaphor and biblical references. The author, whose identity remains shrouded in mystery, perhaps sought to honor Bunyan's legacy or contribute to the burgeoning genre of spiritual allegory prevalent in the 17th century. This work echoes the sociopolitical tensions of its time, emphasizing the importance of individual spirituality against the backdrop of institutional dogma, a reflection of the dissenting movements that emerged in England during this period. Readers seeking a profound exploration of the Christian existential journey will find "The Pilgrim's Progress: The Third Part" an indelible addition to their spiritual library. Its layered narrative invites both introspection and communal dialogue, making it an essential read for anyone interested in the intersections of faith, literature, and personal growth.
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The Pilgrim's Progress: The Third Part
Table of Contents
The THIRD PART Delivered under the SIMILITUDE of a DREAM; SHEWING The several DIFFICULTIES and DANGERS he met With, and the many Victories he obtained over the WORLD, the FLESH, and the DEVIL: TOGETHER WITH His happy Arrival at the Coelestial City, and the Glory and Joy he found to his Eternal comfort.
LONDON:Printed and Sold by all the Booksellers. 1761.The Preface to the Christian Reader
Reader, in this Book is set forth a tedious pilgrimage, through the many dangerous hazards of the wilderness of this world, to the heavenly Canaan of eternal rest and peace: In which, tho’ under the Similitude of a Dream, is lively represented the state of our christian warfare; wherein fighting valiantly under the banner of Christ, the great captain of our salvation, we shall assuredly overcome our spiritual enemies, and be victorious conquerors over those temptations that beset frail human nature, and would hinder us from leaving in good time, the city of Destruction (which is this world, and its fruitless pleasures, cares, and incumbrances) to journey towards the heavenly Jerusalem, which is the true centre of our endless happiness, in the fruition of unspeakable and soul-ravishing joys, that know no date nor consumption.
This has been in the former, as well as present age, a way of writing that has been extreamly taking, representing to the mind things that command our serious thoughts and attention, and work more upon the minds of men, than if delivered in plainer terms; however, to the discerning christian there is nothing in this that is obscure and difficult to understood, nothing but what is grounded upon sacred truths, and the mercies of God in Jesus Christ, held forth to us by his assured word.
It is a piece so rare and transcending what has hitherto been publish’d of this kind, that I dare, without any further apology, leave it to the censure of all mankind, who are not partial or biased. And so, not doubting but it will render comfort and delight, I subscribe myself, as heretofore, Your soul’s hearty well-wisher, and fellow-labourer In the vineyard of our Lord Jesus, J.B.
To his worthy Friend, the Author of The Third Part of the Pilgrim’s Progress, Upon Perusal thereof, &c.
THO’ many things are writ to please the age
Amongst the rest, for this I dare engage,
Where virtue dwells, it will acceptance find,
And to your pilgrim, most that read, be kind,
But all to please, would be a task as hard,
As fro the winds from blowing to be barr’d.
The pious christian in a mirrour here
May see the promis’d land, and without fear
Of threaten’d danger, bravely travel on
Until his journey he has safely gone,
And does arrive upon the happy shore,
Where joys increase, and sorrow is no more.
This is a DREAM not fab’lous, as of old,
In this express the sacred truths are told
That do to our eternal peace belong
And after mourning change unto a song
Of glorious triumphs, that are without end,
If we but bravely for the prize contend.
No Pilgrimage like this can make us blest,
Since it us brings to everlasting rest.
So well in every part the scene is laid,
That it to charm the reader, may be said
With curious fancy, and create delight,
Which to an imitation must invite.
And happy are they, that through stormy seas,
And dangers, seek adventures like to these;
Who sell the world for this great pearl of price,
Which, once procur’d, will purchase Paradise:
He who in such a bark does spread his sails,
Need never fear at last those prosp’rous gales,
That will conduct him to a land where he
Shall feel no storms, but in a calm shall be;
Where, crown’d with glory, be shall sit and sing
Eternal praise to his redeeming king,
Who conqu’ring death despoil’d of his sting.
So wishes your faithful friend, B.D.
These Lines are humbly Recommended to the READER; [Written upon the Perusal of this Book, & c.]
IN reading of this Book, I plainly find,
The thoughts are suited to the author’s mind:
For he who virtue loves, of virtue speaks,
And the strong chain of vice with courage breaks;
What here at first seem’d clouded, soon reveals
The pilgrim’s joys, which he no more conceals;
But till he tires his patience and his love,
To travel tow’rds the kingdom that’s above,
Some interposing fears have time to reign;
But those by faith expell’d his soul again
Clears up, and like the bow that paints the skies
After a shower, (on which mankind relies
As a sure pledge, the deluge shall no more
Make all one boundless sea without a shore)
Gives certain hopes that heaven’s anger’s past,
And he his lot in a bless’d Land has cast.
You write so plainly, that the weakest mind,
Under similitudes may comfort find.
A guide you give, that by the hand does lead
Those pilgrims that the heavenly roads do tread,
And tells them always where the danger is;
How to step over, or to wisely miss
The stumbling-blocks that satan daily lays
To overthrow them that mind not their ways:
So being bruis’d against rocks of despair,
Or doubt, or fear they know not how nor where,
They faint and languish in the middle way,
Or back to Egypt haste without delay,
Preferrring darkness to the glorious day
They were approaching. This book has my voice,
And is, of all in this kind, the most choice;
Peruse it well, and you will find it reach
From earth to heav’n, in what it well does teach:
If you’d be blest, then mind what it does preach.
L.C.
The Pilgrim's Progress delivered under the similitude of a dream: The Third Part[1]
AFTER the two former dreams concerning Christian, and Christiana his wife, with their children and companions pilgrimage from the city of Destruction, to the region of Glory; I fell asleep again, and the visions of my head returned upon me. I dreamed another dream, and behold, there appeared unto me a great multitude of people, in several distinct companies and bands, traveling from the city of Destruction, the town of Carnal Policy, the village of Morality, and from the rest of the cities, towns, villages, and hamlets that belong to the valley of Destruction: For so was the whole country called that lay on this side of the wicket-gate, which the man Evangelist shewed unto Christian; and so was also all that country called, that was situated wide of the gate on the right-hand, and on the left extending itself along the walls and borders of that region, wherein lay the way to the heavenly country. This was the name of that country, even the valley of Destruction.
Now I saw in my dream, that all the highway roads, and lanes, that led from the valley of Destruction towards the gate of the way of life, were full of people, who were traveling toward that gate, and some of them walked along very vigorously, others halted, and grew weary, through the violent heat of the season,[2] which made them even ready to faint; for it was in the hottest time of all the year; and the sun burnt up the herb of the field, and scorched the poor travelers, so that many of them were forced to sit down and rest themselves; and in the night time many of them returned back again to their old habitations;
[The Slough of Despond]
others more hardy than the rest, went on till they came to the Slough-of-Despond, where Pliable forsook Christian, and there falling into the filth and mire of that place, were so disheartened, that they returned in whole droves to their own dwellings again; and very few there were who would venture through the Slough; yet some got very dextrously over the steps, without being in the least bemired, whilst others, through ignorance, or heedlesness, missing those steps, were forced to wade through the dirt, which was very deep, and made their passage exceeding painful; but at length, with much ado, they weather’d the point, and master’d the difficulties of that horrid quagmire, and got safe upon dry ground.
Among the rest of the travelers that got over this Slough, I saw a young man of an amiable countenance, walking by himself, after he had got clear of the Slough; but he was all over bedaubed with the filth of that place, which made him go very heavily on; for what with struggling to get thro’, and what with the apprehensions he lay under during his passage, he was extreamly weakned, and his joints were loosened: Besides, it was the nature of the dirt of this place, to cause a trembling and disorder in the limbs of those that were defiled with it, and to whatsoever part of their body it stuck, there it would do them some injury. Now the young man being all over clammed with it, he went with a very slow pace, his head hanging down, his hands quivering, and his feet tripping at the least unevenness or ruggedness in the way, and a speck or two of the diret being spatter’d in his eyes, made him dim-sighted, so that he groped along like one that is blind, and sometimes stepped out of the path.
In this condition he was, when at length I saw in my dream, that he sat down upon the ground to bemoan his sad estate, and he wept very bitterly; and behold, a bright cloud hovered over his head, which gradually descending, overshadowed him, and out of the cloud a hand was reached forth, which, with the tears that ran like rivers from his eyes, washed the dirt from off his face and his whole body, so that in a moment (as it were) his sight and his strength were restored to him again, and a voice came out of the cloud, saying, Son of man, go on in the strength of the Lord thy God. So he was mightly comforted and refreshed after this, and began to rouze up himself, being more nimble and active, more vigorous and strong than ever he was before; and his eyes being healed also, he clearly saw the shining light that Evangelist shewed to Christian. Then he tript along over the plain, and made directly up to the shining light, by means of which he quickly found the wicket-gate; at which he knocked aloud, minding what was written over the gate, viz. "Knock, and it shall be opened."
[The Wicket Gate]
Now I saw in my dream, that as soon as he had knocked at the wicket-gate, a whole shower of arrows shot at him from the castle of Belzebub, so that he was wounded in several places, and extreamly frighted at the adventure; which made him knock again and again, very hard, for fear that those that shot at him should come and kill him outright, before he could get in: But presently, to his great comfort, the gate was open’d to him, and when he that open’d the gate saw the arrows sticking in his flesh, he bid him haste in, for fear of more danger:
