allegory, says:  It is not in me.  Take all Mr. Fearing’s features together, and even Shakespeare himself has no such heart-touching and heart-comforting character.  Addison may have some of the humour and Lamb some of the tenderness; but, then, they have not the religion.  Scott has the insight into nature, but he has no eye at all for grace; while Thackeray, who, in some respects, comes nearest to John Bunyan of them all, would be the foremost to confess that he is not worthy to touch the shoe-latchet of the Bedford tinker.  As Dr. Duncan said in his class one day when telling us to read Augustine’s Autobiography and Halyburton’s:—­“But,” he said, “be prepared for this, that the tinker beats them all!” “Methinks,” says Browning, “in this God speaks, no tinker hath such powers.”

Now, as they walked along together, the guide asked the old gentleman if he knew one Mr. Fearing that came on pilgrimage out of his parts.  “Yes,” said Mr. Honest, “very well.  He was a man that had the root of the matter in him; but he was one of the most troublesome pilgrims that ever I met with in all my days.”  “I perceive you knew him,” said the guide, “for you have given a very right character of him.”  “Knew him!” exclaimed Honest, “I was a great companion of his; I was with him most an end.  When he first began to think of what would come upon us hereafter, I was with him.”  “And I was his guide,” said Greatheart, “from my Master’s house to the gates of the Celestial City.”  “Then,” said Mr. Honest, “it seems he was well at last.”  “Yes, yes,” answered the guide, “I never had any doubt about him; he was a man of a choice spirit, only he was always kept very low, and that made his life so burdensome to himself and so troublesome to others.  He was, above many, tender of sin; he was so afraid of doing injuries to others that he would often deny himself of that which was lawful because he would not offend.”  “But what,” asked Honest, “should be the reason that such a good man should be all his days so much in the dark?” “There are two sorts of reasons for it,” said the guide; “one is, the wise God will have it so:  some must pipe and some must weep.  Now, Mr. Fearing was one that played upon this base.  He and his fellows sound the sackbut, whose notes are more doleful than the notes of other music are.  Though, indeed, some say that the base is the ground of music.  And, for my part, I care not at all for that profession that begins not with heaviness of mind.  The first string that the musician usually touches is the base when he intends to put all in tune.  God also plays upon this string first when He sets the soul in tune for Himself.  Only, here was the imperfection of Mr. Fearing, that he could play upon no other music but this till toward his latter end.”