238 THE PILGRIMS PROGRESS.

The physician answered, “This boy has been tampering with something that lies in
his maw undigested, and that will not away without means. And I tell you he must
be purged, or else he will die.”

Sam. Then said Samuel, ‘“ Mother, what was that which my brother did gather up
anc eat, so soon as we were come from the gate that is at the head of this way? You
know that there was an orchard on the left hand, on the other side of the wall, and
some of the trees hung over the wall, and my brother did plash and did eat.”

Cur. “True, my child,” said Christiana, “he did take thereof and did eat ; naughty
boy as he was, I did chide him, and yet he would eat thereof.”

Sxruyu. I knew he had eaten something that was not wholesome food; and that food,
to wit, that fruit, is even the most hurtful of all. Itis the fruit of Beelzebub’s orchard.
I do marvel that none did warn you of it: many have ‘died thereof.

Cur. Then Christiana began to cry, and she said, “ Oh, naughty boy ! and oh, care-
less mother! What shall I do for my son?”

SKILL. Come, do not be too much dejected; the boy may do well again, but he must
purge and vomit.

Cur. Pray, sir, try the utmost of your skill with him, whatever it costs.

Skitz. Nay, [ hope I shall be reasonable.

So he made him a purge, but it was too weak ; it was said, it was made of the blood
of a goat, the ashes of an heifer, and with some of the juice of hyssop, ete.* When Mr.
Skill had seen that that purge was too weak, he made him one to the purpose. It was
made [“The Latin I borrow,” remarks Bunyan in the margin] ex carne et sanguine
Christi ;* (you know physicians give strange medicines to their patients !)—and it was
made up into pills, with a promise or two, and a proportionable quantity of salt."
Now, he was to take them three at a time, fasting, in half a quarter of a pint of the
tears of repentance.”

When this potion was prepared and brought to the boy, he was loth to take it,
though torn with the gripes as if he should be pulled in pieces.

“Come, come,” said the physician, “ you must take it.”

“Tt goes against my stomach,” said the boy.

“T must have you take it,” said his mother.

“T shall vomit it up again,” said the boy.

“Pray, sir,” said Christiana to Mr. Skill, “ how does it taste?”

“Tt has no ill taste,” said the doctor; and with that she touched one of the pills
with the tip of her tongue.

“O Matthew,” said she, “this potion is sweeter than honey. If thou lovest thy