had much abounded. I am by my sins made much more humble, watchful,
revengeful against myself. I am made to see a greater need to depend
more upon Him and to love Him the more. I find that true which Shepard
says, 'sin loses strength by every new fall.'" Have you followed all
that, my brethren? Or have you stumbled at it? Do you not understand
it? Does your superficial gin-horse mind incline to shake its empty head
over all this? I know that great names, and especially the great names
of your own party, go much farther with you than the truth goes, and
therefore I have sheltered this deep truth under a shield of great names.
For their sakes let this sure truth of God's best saints lie in peace and
undisputed beside you till you arrive to understand it.

But, to proceed,--the thing was this. At this passage there comes down
from Broadway-gate a lane called Dead-Man's-lane, so called because of
the murders that are commonly done there. And this Little-Faith going on
pilgrimage, as we now do, chanced to sit down there and fell fast asleep.
Yes; the thing was this: This good man had never been what one would call
really awake. He was not a bad man, as men went in the town of Sincere,
but he always had a half-slept half-awakened look about his eyes, till
now, at this most unfortunate spot, he fell stone-dead asleep. You all
know, I shall suppose, what the apostle Paul and John Bunyan mean by
sleep, do you not? You all know, at any rate, to begin with, what sleep
means in the accident column of the morning papers. You all know what
sleep meant and what it involved and cost in the Thirsk signal-box the
other night. {1} When a man is asleep, he is as good as dead, and other
people are as good as dead to him. He is dead to duty, to danger, to
other people's lives, as well as to his own. He may be having pleasant
dreams, and may even be laughing aloud in his sleep, but that may only
make his awaking all the more hideous. He may awake just in time, or he
may awake just too late. Only, he is asleep and he neither knows nor