The Holy War, Made by King Shaddai Upon Diabolus, for the Regaining of the Metropolis of the World; Or, The Losing and Taking Again of the Town of MansoulBunyan, John
ReligionChristian
The Holy War, Made by King Shaddai Upon Diabolus, for the Regaining of the Metropolis of the World; Or, The Losing and Taking Again of the Town of Mansoul
Bunyan, John
Christian fiction; Soul; Spiritual warfare -- Fiction
And was it not now amazing to behold, that in that very place where
sometimes Diabolus had his abode, and entertained his Diabolonians to the
almost utter destruction of Mansoul, the Prince of princes should sit
eating and drinking with them, while all his mighty captains, men of war,
trumpeters, with the singing-men and singing-women of his Father, stood
round about to wait upon them! Now did Mansoul’s cup run over, now did
her conduits run sweet wine, now did she eat the finest of the wheat, and
drink milk and honey out of the rock! Now, she said, How great is his
goodness! for since I found favour in his eyes, how honourable have I
been!
The blessed Prince did also ordain a new officer in the town, and a
goodly person he was; his name was Mr. God’s-Peace: this man was set over
my Lord Willbewill, my Lord Mayor, Mr. Recorder, the subordinate
preacher, Mr. Mind, and over all the natives of the town of Mansoul.
Himself was not a native of it, but came with the Prince Emmanuel from
the court. He was a great acquaintance of Captain Credence and Captain
Good-Hope; some say they were kin, and I am of that opinion too. This
man, as I said, was made governor of the town in general, especially over
the castle, and Captain Credence was to help him there. And I made great
observation of it, that so long as all things went in Mansoul as this
sweet-natured gentleman would, the town was in most happy condition. Now
there were no jars, no chiding, no interferings, no unfaithful doings in
all the town of Mansoul; every man in Mansoul kept close to his own
employment. The gentry, the officers, the soldiers, and all in place
observed their order. And as for the women and children of the town,
they followed their business joyfully; they would work and sing, work and
sing, from morning till night: so that quite through the town of Mansoul
now nothing was to be found but harmony, quietness, joy, and health. And
this lasted all that summer.
But there was a man in the town of Mansoul, and his name was Mr.
Carnal-Security; this man did, after all this mercy bestowed on this
corporation, bring the town of Mansoul into great and grievous slavery
and bondage. A brief account of him and of his doings take as
followeth:—
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account