everything that he saw. At last he was taken into a very dark room, where he saw a man sitting in a cage.
The man seemed very sad. He sat with his eyes looking down to the ground. His hands were folded, and he sighed as though his heart would break.
"My friend," said Christian, "who are you?"
"I am not what I once was," answered the man.
"Well, then, what were you once?" asked Christian.
The man answered, "I was once a happy man, with bright prospects in life. I had even a joyful hope of going to the Celestial City."
"And what are you now?" asked Christian.
"I am a man without hope," was the answer. "I am shut up in the iron cage of despair. For when I might have done well, I neglected my duty and wasted my opportunities."
Then said the Interpreter to Christian, "Let this man's misery be a warning to you, my friend."
"Yes, indeed," said Christian. "May God help me to watch and be sober. But, sir, is it not time that I should be going?"
"Tarry till I show you one thing more," said the Interpreter.
So he took Christian by the hand and led him into
