below theſe Mountains, on the left hand, The Countrey of Conceit, out of which came Ignorance lieth the Countrey of Conceit, from which Countrey there comes into the way in which the Pilgrims walked a little crooked Lane. Here therefore they met with a very briſk Lad, that came out of that Countrey; and his name was Ignorance, So Chriſtian aſked him, From what parts he came? and whither he was going?
Chriſtian and Ignorance hath ſome talk. Ign. Sir, I was born in the Countrey that lieth off there, a little on left hand; and I am going to the Cœleſtial City.
Chr. But how do you think to get in at the Gate, for you may find ſome difficulty there.
Ign. As other good People do, ſaid he
Chr. But what have you to ſhew at that Gate, that may cauſe that the Gate ſhould be opened unto you?
Ign. I know my Lords will, and I have been a good Liver, I pay every man his own; I Pray, Faſt, pay Tithes, and give Alms, and have left my Countrey, for whither I am going.
Chr. But thou cameſt not in at the
