“Here by the way,” he says, “I cannot but mention, and I think I can
never forget, a handsome and deserved check that mine own heart,
meeting with a special occasion, did give me, upon the laying down of
the other task, and the undertaking of this, for my daring to enter
either upon the one or the other. That very day wherein I first set
pen to paper to draw up the description of the Temple, having but
immediately before laid aside my thoughts of the description of the
Land, I was necessarily called out, towards the evening, to go to view
a piece of ground of mine own, concerning which some litigiousness was
emerging, and about to grow. The field was but a mile from my constant
residence and habitation, and it had been in mine owning divers years
together; and yet till that very time, had I never seen it, nor looked
after it, nor so much as knew whereabout it lay. It was very unlikely
I should find it out myself, being so utterly ignorant of its
situation; yet because I desired to walk alone, for the enjoying of my
thoughts upon that task that I had newly taken in hand, I took some
direction which way to go, and would venture to find out the field
myself alone. I had not gone far, but I was at a loss; and whether I
went right or wrong I could not tell; and if right thither, yet I knew
not how to do so farther; and if wrong I knew not which way would
prove the right, and so in seeking my ground I had lost myself. Here
my heart could not but take me to task; and, reflecting upon what my
studies were then, and had lately been upon, it could not but call me
fool; and methought it spake as true to me, as ever it had done in all
my life,—but only when it called me sinner. A fool that was so
studious, and had been so searching about things remote, and that so
little concerned my interest,—and yet was so neglective of what was
near me, both in place, and in my particular concernment! And a fool
again, who went about to describe to others, places and buildings that
lay so many hundred miles off, as from hence to Canaan, and under so
many hundred years' ruins,—and yet was not able to know, or find the
way to a field of mine own, that lay so near me!
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