loose use of that member.

teeth and lips, betokening reins or bridles for the Above all things, tell no untruth, no, not in trifles; the custom of it is naughty. And let it not satisfy you that for a time the hearers take it for a truth, for after it will be known as it is to your shame; for there cannot be a greater reproach to a gentleman than to be accounted a liar.

Study and endeavour yourself to be virtuously occupied. So you shall make such an habit of well-doing in you that you shall not know how to do evil though you would. Remember, my son, the noble blood you are descended of by your mother's side; and think that only by virtuous life and good action you may be an ornament to that illustrious family.

Well, my little Philip, this is enough for me, and too much, I fear, for you. But if I shall find that this light meal of digestion nourish anything the weak stomach of your young capacity, I will, as I find the same grow stronger, feed it with tougher food. Your loving father, so long as you live in the fear of God.

Letter to his son, Philip Sidney, by SIR HENRY SIDNEY. (1566.)

Do wrong to none; be able for thine enemy,

Rather in power
than use; and keep thy friend
Under thine own life's key; be checked for silence,
But never taxed for speech.-Shakespeare.
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21. CHRISTIAN LOSES HIS ROLL.

Now when he was got up to the top of the hill, there came two men running to meet him amain; the name of the one was Timorous, and of the other Mistrust to whom Christian said, "Sirs, what's the matter? you run the wrong way."

Timorous answered that they were going to the City of Zion, and had got up that difficult place; but said he, "The further we go, the more danger we meet with; wherefore we turned, and are going back again." "Yes," said Mistrust, "for just before us lie a couple of lions in the way, whether sleeping or waking we know not; and we could not think, if we came within reach, but they would presently pull us in pieces."

Then said Christian, "You make me afraid; but whither shall I fly to be safe? If I go back to my own country, that is prepared for fire and brimstone, and I shall certainly perish there; if I can get to the Celestial City, I am sure to be in safety there. I must venture. To go back is nothing but death; to go forward is fear of death, and life everlasting beyond it. I will yet go forward."

So Mistrust and Timorous ran down the hill, and Christian went on his way. But thinking again of what he had heard from the men, he felt in his bosom for his roll, that he might read therein and be comforted; but he felt, and found it not! Then was Christian in great distress, and knew not what to do; for he wanted that which used to relieve him and that

which should have been his pass into the Celestial Here, therefore, he began to be much perplexed, and knew not what to do.

City.

At last he bethought himself that he had slept in the arbour that is on the side of the hill; and falling down upon his knees, he asked God's forgiveness for that his foolish act, and then went back to look for his roll. But all the way he went back, who can sufficiently set forth the sorrow of Christian's heart! Sometimes he sighed, sometimes he wept, and oftentimes he chid himself for being so foolish to fall asleep in that place, which was erected only for a little refreshment for his weariness. Thus, therefore, he went back, carefully looking on this side and on that all the way as he went, if happily he might find his roll, that had been his comfort so many times in his journey.

He went thus till he came again within sight of the arbour where he sat and slept; but that sight renewed his sorrow the more by bringing again, even afresh, his evil of sleeping into his mind. Thus, therefore, he now went on bewailing his sinful sleep, saying, "O wretched man that I am, that I should sleep in the daytime; that I should sleep in the midst of difficulty; that I should so indulge the flesh as to use that rest for ease to my flesh which the Lord of the hill hath 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 I am 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 twice over which I needed not to have trod but once; yea, now also I am like to be benighted, for the day is almost spent. I had not slept!"

Oh that

Now by this time he was come to the arbour again, where for a while 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 assurance of his life and acceptance at the desired haven. Therefore he laid it up in his bosom, gave 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, 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; and thus he again began 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 of my sinful sleep."

Now, also, he remembered the story that Mistrust