This man sees what he has done, what should help him, and what will become of him; yet he cannot repent.  He pulled away his shoulder before, he shut his eyes before, and in that very posture God left him; and so he stands to this very day.  I have had a fancy that Lot’s wife, when she was turned into a pillar of salt, stood yet looking over her shoulder, or else with her face towards Sodom; as the judgment caught her, so it bound her, and left her for a monument of God’s anger to after-generations.

I have been the more plain and simple in my writing, because the sin against the Holy Ghost is in these days more common than formerly, and the way unto it more beautified with color and pretence of truth I may say of the way to this sin, it is, as was once the way to Jerusalem, strewed with boughs and branches, and by some there is cried a kind of Hosanna to them that are treading these steps to hell.  Oh, the plausible pretences, the golden names, the feigned holiness, the demure behavior mixed with damnable hypocrisy, that attend the persons that have forsaken the Lord Jesus, that have despised his person, trampled upon him, and “counted the blood of the covenant wherewith they were sanctified an unholy thing.”  They have crucified him to themselves, and think that they can go to heaven without him, yea, pretend they love him, when they hate him; pretend they have him, when they have cast him off; pretend they trust in him, when they bid defiance to his undertakings for the world.

So they both went on, and Ignorance he came after.  Now, when they had passed him a little way, they entered into a very dark lane, where they met a man whom seven devils had bound with seven strong cords, and were carrying him back to the door that they saw on the side of the hill.  Matt. 12:  45; Prov. 5:  22.  Now good Christian began to tremble, and so did Hopeful, his companion; yet as the devils led away the man, Christian looked to see if he knew him; and he thought it might be one Turn-away that dwelt in the town of Apostasy.  But he did not perfectly see his face; for he did hang his head like a thief that is found.  But being gone past, Hopeful looked after him, and espied on his back a paper with this inscription:  “Wanton professor and damnable apostate.”

XXI.  THE CHURCH.

From the preface to the “Holy city.”

Upon a certain First-day, I being together with my brethren in our prison-chamber, they expected that, according to our custom, something should be spoken out of the word for our mutual edification; but at that time I felt myself—­it being my turn to speak—­so empty, spiritless, and barren, that I thought I should not have been able to speak among them so much as five words of truth, with life and evidence:  but at last it so fell out that providentially I cast my eye upon the 11th verse of the 21st chapter of this prophecy of Revelation; upon