64 THE PILGRIM’S PROGRESS.

erected only for the relief of the spirits of pilgrims! How many steps have I taken
in vain! Thus it happened to Israel; for their sin they were sent back again by the
way of the Red Sea; and Iam made to tread those steps with sorrow which I might
have trod with delight, had it not been for this sinful sleep. How far might I have
been on my way by this time! I
am made to tread those steps
thrice over which I needed not
to have trod but once; yea, also,
now I am like to be benighted,
for the day is almost spent. Oh
that I had not slept!”

Now, by this time he was come
to the arbor again, where for
awhile he sat down and wept;
but at last (as Providence would
have it), looking  sorrowfully
down under the settle, there he
espied his roll, the which he, with
trembling and haste, catched up,
and put it into his bosom. But
who can tell how joyful this man
was when he had gotten his roll
again? for this roll was the assur-
ance of his life and acceptance at
the desired haven. Therefore he
laid it up in his bosom, giving
thanks to God for directing his
eye to the place where it lay, and
with joy and tears betook himself

 

again to his journey. But oh,
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how nimbly now did he go up the

rest of the hill! Yet, before he got up, the sun went down upon Christian; and this

made him again recall the vanity of his sleeping to his remembrance; and thus he

began again to condole with himself, “Oh, thou sinful sleep! how for thy sake am I

like to be benighted in my journey. I must walk without the sun, darkness must

cover the path of my feet, and I must hear the noise of the doleful creatures, because