and Places in their original form, but this is the only exception
to my general rule.



Pilgrim's Progress

As I went through the wild waste of this world, I came to a place
where there was a den, and I lay down in it to sleep. While I
slept I had a dream, and lo! I saw a man whose clothes were in
rags and he stood with his face from his own house, with a book
in his hand, and a great load on his back. I saw him read from
the leaves of a book, and as he read, he wept and shook with
fear; and at length he broke out with a loud cry, and said, What
shall I do to save my soul?

So in this plight he went home, and as long as he could he held
his peace, that his wife and babes should not see his grief. But
at length he told them his mind, and thus he spoke, O my dear
wife, and you my babes, I, your dear friend, am full of woe, for
a load lies hard on me; and more than this, I have been told that
our town will be burnt with fire, in which I, you my wife, and
you my sweet babes, shall be lost, if means be not found to save
us.

This sad tale struck all who heard him with awe, not that they
thought what he said to them was true, but that they had fears
that some weight must be on his mind; so, as night now drew near,
they were in hopes that sleep might soothe his brain, and with
all haste they got him to bed.