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1、【英文读物】The Young PilgrimPreface. It may perhaps be necessary to give a brief explanation of the object of this little work. It has been written as a Childs Companion to the Pilgrims Progress. That invaluable work is frequently put into youthful hands long before the mind can unravel the deep allegory
2、 which it contains; and thus its precious lessons are lost, and it is only perused as an amusing tale.I would offer my humble work as a kind of translation, the term which was applied to it by a little boy to whom I was reading it in manuscripta translation of ideas beyond youthful comprehension int
3、o the common language of daily life. I would tell the child, through the medium of a simple tale, that Bunyans dream is a solemn reality, that the feet of the young may tread the pilgrims path, and press on to the pilgrims reward.6I earnestly wish that I had been able more completely to carry out th
4、e object set before me; but difficulties have arisen from the very nature of my work. I have been obliged to make mine a very free translation, full both of imperfections and omissions. This is more especially the case where subjects are treated of in the Pilgrims Progress which concern the deeper e
5、xperience of the soul. Of fearful inward struggles and temptations, such as befell the author of that work, the gloom and horrors of the Valley of the Shadow of Death, the little ones who early set out on pilgrimage usually know but little. They find the stepping-stones across the Slough of Despond,
6、 and are rarely seized by Giant Despair. It would be worse than useless to represent the Christian pilgrimage as more gloomy and painful than children are likely to find it.There are other valuable parts of the Pilgrims Progress, such as the sojourn in the House Beautiful, which is believed by many
7、to represent Christian communion, which could hardly be enlarged upon in a design like mine; while the present altered appearance of Vanity Fair has compelled me to wander still further from my original, if I would draw a picture that could be recognized7 at the present day, and be useful to the ris
8、ing generation.Such as it is, I earnestly pray the Lord of pilgrims to vouchsafe his blessing on my little work. To point out to His dear children the holy guiding light which marks the strait gate and the narrow path of life, and bid them God speed on their way, is an office which I most earnestly
9、desire, yet of which I feel myself unworthy. I may at least hope to lead my young readers to a nobler instructor, to induce them to peruse with greater interest and deeper profit the pages of the Pilgrims Progress, and to apply to their own characters and their own lives the precious truths conveyed
10、 in that allegory.A. L. O. E.CHAPTER I. THE PILGRIMS CALL. “I dreamed, and, behold, I saw a man clothed with rags standing in a certain place, with his face from his own house, a book in his hand, and a great burden upon his back.”Pilgrims Progress.“Is this the way to the ruins of St. Fredisweds shr
11、ine?” said a clergyman to a boy of about twelve years of age, who stood leaning against the gate of a field.“They are just here, sir,” replied the peasant, proceeding to open the gate.“Just wait a moment,” cried a bright-haired boy who accompanied the clergyman; “that is your way, this is mine,” and
12、 he vaulted lightly over the gate.“So these are the famous ruins!” he exclaimed as he alighted on the opposite side; “I dont think much of them, Mr. Ewart. A few yards of stone wall, half14 covered with moss, and an abundance of nettles is all I can see.” AT THE GATE.“And yet this once was a famous
13、resort for pilgrims.”“Pilgrims,what were they?” inquired the boy.“In olden times, when the Romanist religion prevailed in England, it was thought an act of piety to visit certain places that were considered particularly holy; and those who undertook journeys for this purpose received the name of pil
14、grims. Many travelled thousands of miles to kneel at the tomb of our Lord in Jerusalem, and those who could not go so far believed that by visiting15 certain famous shrines here, they could win the pardon of their sins. Hundreds of misguided people, in this strange, superstitious hope, visited the a
15、bbey by whose ruins we now stand; and I have heard that a knight, who had committed some great crime, walked hither barefoot, with a cross in his hand, a distance of several leagues.”“A knight barefoot! how strange!” cried young Lord Fontonore; “but then he believed that it would save him from his s
16、ins.”“Save him from his sins!” thought the peasant boy, who, with his full earnest eyes fixed upon Mr. Ewart, had been drinking in every word that he uttered; “save him from his sins! I should not have thought it strange had he crawled the whole way on his knees!”“Are there any pilgrims now?” inquir
17、ed Fontonore.“In Romanist countries there are still many pilgrimages made by those who know not, as we do, the one only way by which sinners can be accounted righteous before a pure God. But in one sense, Charles, we all should be pilgrims, travellers in the narrow path that leads to salvation, pass
18、ing on in our journey from earth to heaven, with the cross not in our hands but in our hearts; pilgrims, not to the tomb of a crucified Saviour, but to the throne of that Saviour in glory!”Charles listened with reverence, as he always did when his tutor spoke of religion, but his attention was nothi
19、ng16 compared to that of the peasant, who for the first time listened to conversation on a subject which had lately been filling all his thoughts. He longed to speak, to ask questions of the clergyman, but a feeling of awe kept him back; he only hoped that the gentleman would continue to talk, and f
20、elt vexed when he was interrupted by three children who ran up to the stranger to ask for alms.“Begging is a bad trade, my friends,” said Mr. Ewart gravely, “I never like to encourage it in the young.”“Were so hungry,” said the youngest of the party.“Mothers dead, and fathers broke his leg!” cried a
21、nother.“We want to get him a little food,” whined the third.“Do you live near?” asked Mr. Ewart.“Yes sir, very near.”“I will go and see your father,” said the clergyman.The little rogues, who were accustomed to idle about the ruin to gain pence from visitors by a tale of pretended woe, looked at eac
22、h other in some perplexity at the offer, for though they liked money well enough, they were by no means prepared for a visit. At last Jack, the eldest, said with impudent assurance, “Fathers not there, hes taken to the hospital, theres only mother at home.”“Mother! you said just now that your mother
23、 was dead.”“I meant” stammered the boy, quite taken by surprise; but the clergyman would not suffer him to proceed.17“Do not add another untruth, poor child, to those which you have just uttered. Do you not know that there is One above the heavens who hears the words of your lips, reads the thoughts
24、 of your heartsOne who will judge, and can punish?”Ashamed and abashed, the three children made a hasty retreat. As soon as they were beyond sight and hearing of the strangers, Jack turned round and made a mocking face in their direction, and Madge exclaimed in an insolent tone, “We werent going to
25、stop for his sermon.”“Theres Mark there that would take it in every word, and thank him for it at the end,” said Jack.“Oh, Marks so odd!” cried Ben; “hes never like anybody else. No one would guess him for our brother!”These words were more true than Bens usually were, for the bright-haired young no
26、ble himself scarcely offered a greater contrast to the ragged, dirty children, than they with their round rustic faces, marked by little expression but stupidity on that of Ben, sullen obstinacy on Madges, and forward impudence on Jacks, did to the expansive brow and deep thoughtful eye of the boy w
27、hom they had spoken of as Mark.“Yes,” said Jack, “he could never even pluck a wild-flower, but he must be pulling it to bits to look at all its parts. It was not enough to him that the stars shine to18 give us light, he must prick out their places on an old bit of paper, as if it mattered to him whi
28、ch way they were stuck. But of all his fancies hes got the worst one now; I think hes going quite crazed.”“Whats he taken into his head?” said Madge.“You remember the bag which the lady dropped at the stile, when she was going to the church by the wood?”Madge nodded assent, and her brother continued
29、: “What fun we had in carrying off and opening that bag, and dividing the things that were in it! Father had the best of the fun of it though, for he took the purse with the money.”“I know,” cried Ben, “and mother had the handkerchief with lace round the edge, and E. S. marked in the corner. Wemores
30、 the shame!had nothing but some pence, and the keys; and Mark, as the biggest, had the book.”“Ah! the book!” cried Jack; “thats what has put him out of his wits!”“No one grudged it him, Im sure,” said Ben, “precious little any of us would have made out of it. But Mark takes so to reading, its so odd
31、; and it sets him a thinking, a thinking: well, I cant tell what folk like us have to do with reading and thinking!”“Nor I!” cried both Madge and Jack.“I shouldnt wonder,” said the latter, as stretched on19 the grass he amused himself with shying stones at the sparrows, “I shouldnt wonder if his odd
32、 ways had something to do with that red mark on his shoulder!”“What, that strange mark, like a cross, which made us call him the Red-cross Knight, after the ballad which mother used to sing us?”“Yes; I never saw a mark like that afore, either from blow or burn.”“Mother dont like to hear it talked of
33、,” said Madge.“Well, whatever has put all this nonsense into his head, father will soon knock it out of him when he comes back!” cried Jack. “Hes left off begging,he wont ask for a penny, and he used to get more than we three together, cause ladies said he looked so interesting; and hell not so much
34、 as take an egg from a nest,hes turned quite good for nothing!”Leaving the three children to pursue their conversation, we will return to him who was the subject of it. That which had made them scoff had made him reflect,he could not get rid of those solemn words, “There is One above the heavens who
35、 hears the words of your lips, reads the thoughts of your heartsOne who will judge, and can punish!” They reminded him of what he had read in his book, The soul that sinneth it shall die; he knew himself to be a sinner, and he trembled.Little dreaming what was passing in the mind of the peasant, Mr.
36、 Ewart examined the ruin without noticing20 him further, and Mark still leant on the gate, a silent, attentive listener.“I think, Charles,” said the tutor, “that I should like to make a sketch of this spot, I have brought my paint-box and drawing block with me, and if I could only procure a little w
37、ater”“Please may I bring you some, sir?” said Mark.The offer was accepted, and the boy went off at once, still turning in his mind the conversation that had passed.“Pilgrims in the narrow path that leadeth to salvation,I wish that I knew what he meant. Is that a path only for holy men like him, or c
38、an it be that it is open to me? Salvation! that is safety, safety from punishment, safety from the anger of the terrible God. Oh, what can I do to be saved!”In a few minutes Mark returned with some fresh water which he brought in an old broken jar. He set it down by the spot where Mr. Ewart was seat
39、ed.“Thanks, my good lad,” said the clergyman, placing a silver piece in his hand.“Good,” repeated Mark to himself; “he little knows to whom he is speaking.”“It would be tedious to you, Charles, to remain beside me while I am sketching,” said Mr. Ewart; “you will enjoy a little rambling about; only r
40、eturn to me in an hour.”“I will explore!” replied the young lord gaily;21 “there is no saying what curiosities I may find to remind me of the pilgrims of former days.”And now the clergyman sat alone, engaged with his paper and brush, while Mark watched him from a little distance, and communed with h
41、is own heart.“He said that he knew the one, only way by which sinners could be accounted righteousrighteous! that must mean goodbefore a holy God! He knows the way; oh, that he would tell it to me! I have half a mind to go up to him now; it would be a good time when he is all by himself.” Mark made
42、one step forward, then paused. “I dare not, he would think it so strange. He could not understand what I feel. He has never stolen, nor told lies, nor sworn; he would despise a poor sinner like me. And yet,” added the youth with a sigh, “he would hardly sit there, looking so quiet and happy, if he k
43、new how anxious a poor boy is to hear of the way of salvation, which he says that he knows. I will go nearer; perhaps he may speak first.”Mr. Ewart had begun a bold, clever sketch,stones and moss, trees and grass were rapidly appearing on the paper, but he wanted some living object to give interest
44、to the picture. Naturally his eye fell upon Mark, in his tattered jacket and straw hat, but he forgot his sketch as he looked closer at the boy, and met his sad, anxious gaze.“You are unhappy, I fear,” he said, laying down his pencil.22Mark cast down his eyes, and said nothing.“You are in need, or y
45、ou are ill, or you are in want of a friend,” said the clergyman with kind sympathy in his manner.“Oh, sir, it is not that” began Mark, and stopped.“Come nearer to me, and tell me frankly, my boy, what is weighing on your heart. It is the duty, it is the privilege of the minister of Christ to speak c
46、omfort to those who require comfort.”“Can you tell me,” cried Mark, with a great effort, “the way for sinnersto be saved?”“The Saviour is the Way, the Truth, and the Life, the Gate by which alone we enter into salvation. Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ and thou shalt be saved. The just shall live b
47、y faith.”“What is faith?” said Mark, gathering courage from the gentleness with which he was addressed.“Faith is to believe all that the Bible tells us of the Lord, His glory, His goodness, His death for our sins, to believe all the promises made in His Word, to rest in them, hope in them, make them
48、 our stay, and love Him who first loved us. Have you a Bible, my friend?”“I have.”“And do you read it?”“Very often,” replied Mark.“Search the Scriptures, for they are the surest guide; search them with faith and prayer, and the Lord will23 not leave you in darkness, but guide you by his counsel here
49、, and afterward receive you to glory.”Mr. Ewart did not touch his pencil again that day, his sketch lay forgotten upon the grass. He was giving his hour to a nobler employment, the employment worthy of angels, the employment which the Son of God Himself undertook upon earth. He was seeking the sheep lost in