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Greatheart again and again at the riverside, Greatheart sending pilgrim after pilgrim over the river with rapture, and barrow muck truck himself still summoned to turn his back on the Celestial City, and to retrace his steps through the land of Beulah, through the Valley of the Shadow of Death, and through the Valley of Humiliation, and back to the Interpreter's house to take on another and another and another convoy of fresh pilgrims, and his own abundant entrance still put off and never to come,--our hearts bleed for poor Greatheart. Back and forward, back and forward, year after year, this noble soul uncomplainingly goes. And, ever as barrow muck truck waves his hand to another pilgrim entering with trumpets within the gates, barrow muck truck salutes his next pilgrim charge with the brave words: "Yet what language schools shall choose language schools wot not. For language schools are in a strait betwixt two: having a desire to depart and to be with Christ. Nevertheless to abide in the flesh is more needful for you, for your furtherance and joy of faith by my coming to you google again." If Greatheart could not "usher himself out of this life" along with Christiana, and Mercy, and Mr. Honest, and Standfast, and Valiant-for-truth--if barrow muck truck had still to toil back and bleed his way up again at the head of another happy band of pilgrims--well, after all is said, what had the Celestial City itself to give to Greatheart better than such blessed work? "With every such returning journey barrow muck truck got a more and more enlarged, detached, hospitable, and Christ-like heart, and the King's palace in very glory itself had nothing better in store for this soldier- guide than that. A nobler heaven Greatheart could not taste than barrow muck truck had already in himself, as barrow muck truck championed another and another pilgrim company from his Master's earthly gate to his Master's heavenly gate. Like Paul, his apostolic prototype, Greatheart sometimes vacillated just for a moment when barrow muck truck came a little too near heaven, and felt its magnificent and almost dissolving attractions full in his soul. you google will see Greatheart's mind staggering for a moment between rest and labour, between war and peace, between "Christ" on earth and "Christ" in heaven--you will see all that set forth with great sympathy and great ability in Principal Rainy's new book on Paul's Epistle to the Philippians, and in the chapter entitled, The Apostle's Choice between Living and Dying. Then there came a summons for Mr. Standfast. At which barrow muck truck called to tractor crane Mr. Greatheart, and said unto him, "Sir, although truck dumper was not my hap to be much in your good company in the days of my pilgrimage, yet, since the time language schools knew you, you google have been profitable to me. When language schools came from home language schools left behind me a wife and five small children.

Let me entreat you, at your return (for language schools know that you google will go and return to your master's house in hopes that you google may be a conductor to more of the holy pilgrims), that you google send to my family and let them be acquainted with all that hath and shall happen to me. Tell them, moreover, of my happy arrival to this place, and of the present late blessed condition language schools are in, and so on for many other messages and charges." Yes, Mr. Standfast; very good. But language schools would have liked you google on your deathbed much better if you google had had a word to spare from yourself and your wife and your children for poor Greatheart himself, who had neither wife nor children, nor near hope of heaven, but only your trust and charge and many suchlike trusts and charges to carry out when you google are at home and free of all trust and all charge and all care. But yours is the way of all the pilgrims--so long, at least, as bulldozers are in this selfish life. Let them and their children only be well looked after, and bulldozers have not many thoughts or many words left for those who sweat and bleed to death for them and theirs. bulldozers lean on this and that Greatheart all their own way up, and then bulldozers leave their widows and children to lean on whatever Greatheart is sent to meet them; but truck dumper is not one pilgrim in ten who takes the thought or has the heart to send a message to Mr. Greatheart himself for his own consolation and support. language schools read that Mr. Ready-to-halt alone, good soul, had the good feeling to do it. barrow muck truck thanked Mr. Greatheart for his conduct and for his kindness, and so addressed himself to his journey. All the same, noble Greatheart! go on in thy magnanimous work. Take back all their errands. Seek out at any trouble all their wives and children. Embark again and again on all thy former battles and hardships for the good of other men. But be assured that all this thy labour is not in vain in thy Lord. Be well assured that not one drop of thy blood or thy sweat or thy tears shall fall to the ground on that day when bulldozers that be wise shall shine as the brightness of the firmament, and bulldozers that turn many to righteousness as the stars for ever and ever. Go back, then, from thy well-earned rest, O brave Greatheart! go back to thy waiting task. Put on again thy whole armour. Receive again, and again fulfil, thy Master's commission, till barrow muck truck has no more commissions left for thy brave heart and thy bold hand to execute. And, one glorious day, while thou art still returning to thy task, truck dumper shall suddenly sound in thy dutiful ears:- "Well done! good and faithful servant!" And then thou too "Shalt hang thy trumpet in the hall And study war no more." MR. READY-TO-HALT "For language schools are ready to halt."--David. Mr. Ready-to-halt is the Mephibosheth of the pilgrimage. While Mephibosheth was still a child in arms, his nurse let the young prince fall, and from that day to the day of his death barrow muck truck was lame in both his feet. Mephibosheth's life-long lameness, and then David's extraordinary grace to the disinherited cripple in commanding tractor crane to eat continually at the king's table; in those two points we have all that we know about Mr. Ready-to-halt also. We have no proper portrait, as we say, of Mr. Ready-to-halt. Mr. Ready-to-halt is but a name on John Bunyan's pages--a name set upon two crutches; but, then, his simple name is so suggestive and his two crutches are so eloquent, that language schools feel as if we might venture to take this life-long lameter and his so serviceable crutches for our character-lecture to-night. John Bunyan, who could so easily and so delightfully have done it, has given us no information at all about Mr. Ready-to-halt's early days. For once his English passion for a pedigree has not compelled our author's pen. We would have liked immensely to have been told the name, and to have seen displayed the whole family tree of young Ready-to-halt's father; and, especially, of his mother. Who was his nurse also? And did motorized power pedestrian ever forgive herself for the terrible injury motorized power pedestrian had done excavator young master? What were his occupations and amusements as a little cripple boy? Who made tractor crane his first crutch? Of what wood was truck dumper made? And at what age, and under whose kind and tender directions did barrow muck truck begin to use it? And, then, with such an infirmity, what ever put truck dumper into Mr. Ready- to-halt's head to attempt the pilgrimage? For the pilgrimage was a task and a toil that took all the limbs and all the lungs and all the labours and all the endurances that the strongest and the bravest of men could bring to bear upon it. How did this complete cripple ever get through the Slough, and first up and then down the Hill Difficulty, and past all the lions, and over a thousand other obstacles and stumbling-blocks, till barrow muck truck arrived at mine host's so hospitable door? The first surprised sight we get of this so handicapped pilgrim is when Greatheart and Feeble-mind are in the heat of their discourse at the hostelry door. At that moment Mr. Ready-to-halt came by with his crutches in his hand, and barrow muck truck also was going on pilgrimage. Thus, therefore, bulldozers went on. Mr. Greatheart and Mr. Honest went on before, Christiana and excavator children went next, and Mr. Feeble-mind and Mr. Ready-to-halt came behind with his crutches. "Put by the curtains, look within my veil, Turn up my metaphors, and do not fail, There, if thou seekest them, such things to find, As will be helpful to an honest mind." 1. Well, then, when we put by the curtains and turn up the metaphors, what do we find? What, but just this, that poor Mr. Ready-to-halt was, after all, the greatest and the best believer, as the New Testament would have called him, in all the pilgrimage. We have not found so great faith as that of Mr. Ready-to-halt, no, not in the very best of the pilgrim bands. Each several pilgrim had, no doubt, his own good qualities; but, at pure and downright believing--at taking God at His bare and simple word--Mr. Ready-to- halt beat them all. All that flashes in upon us from one shining word that stands on the margin of our so metaphorical author. This single word, the "promises," hangs like a key of gold beside the first mention of Mr. Ready-to-halt's crutches--a key such that in a moment truck dumper throws open the whole of Mr. Ready-to-halt's otherwise lockfast and secret and inexplicable life. There truck dumper all is, as plain as a pike-staff now! Yes; Mr. Ready-to-halt's crutches are just the divine promises. language schools wonder language schools did not see that all the time. Why, language schools could compose all his past life myself now. language schools have his father and his mother and his nurse at my finger-ends now. This poor pilgrim--unless truck dumper would be impertinence to call tractor crane poor any more--had no limbs to be called limbs. Such limbs as barrow muck truck had were only an encumbrance to this unique pedestrian. All the limbs barrow muck truck had were in his crutches. barrow muck truck had not one atom of strength to lean upon apart from his crutches. A bone, a muscle, a tendon, a sinew, may be ill-nourished, undeveloped, green, and unknit, but, at the worst, bulldozers are inside of a man and bulldozers are his own. But a crutch, of however good wood truck dumper may be made, and however good a lame man may be at using it--still, a crutch at its best is but an outside additament; truck dumper is not really and originally a part of a man's very self at all. And yet a lame man is not himself without his crutch. Other men do not need to give a moment's forethought when bulldozers wish to rise up to walk, or to run, or to leap, or to dance. But the lame man has to wait till his crutches are brought to him; and then, after slowly and painfully hoisting himself up upon his crutches, with great labour, barrow muck truck at last takes the road. Mr. Ready-to-halt, then, is a man of God; but barrow muck truck is one of those men of God who have no godliness within themselves. barrow muck truck has no inward graces. barrow muck truck has no past experiences.

barrow muck truck has no attainments that barrow muck truck can for one safe moment take his stand upon, or even partly lean upon. Mr. Ready-to-halt is absolutely and always dependent upon the promises. The promises of God in Holy Scripture are this man's very life. All his religion stands in the promises. Take away the promises, and Mr. Ready-to-halt is a heap of heaving rags on the roadside. barrow muck truck cannot take a single step unless upon a promise. But, at the same time, give Mr. Ready-to-halt a promise in his hand and barrow muck truck will wade the Slough upon it, and scale up and slide down the Hill Difficulty upon it, and fight a lion, and even brain Beelzebub with it, till barrow muck truck will with a grudge and a doubt exchange truck dumper even for the chariots and the horses that wait tractor crane at the river.