Civility, he could not help thee.

Now Christian, in great dread, could think of nought but death,
and sent forth a sad cry in grief that he had gone from the right
way. Then he spoke once more to Evangelist in these words:--Sir,
what think you? Is there hope? May I now go back, and strive to
reach The Wicket Gate? I grieve that I gave ear to this man's
voice; but may my sin find grace?

Evangelist.--Thy sin is great, for thou hast gone from the way
that is good, to tread in false paths, yet will the man at the
gate let thee through, for he has love and good will for all men;
but take heed that thou turn not to the right hand or to the
left.

Then did Christian make a move to go back, and Evangelist gave
him a kiss and one smile, and bade him God speed.

So he went on with haste, nor did he speak on the road; and could
by no means feel safe till he was in the path which he had left.
In time, he got up to the gate. And as he saw by the words which
he read on it, that those who would knock could go in, he gave
two or three knocks, and said: May I go in here?

At last there came a great man to the gate, whose name was
Good-will, and he said: Who is there; whence come you, and what
would you have?

Christian.--I come from The City of Destruction with a load of
Sins on my back; but I am on my way to Mount Zion, that I may be