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
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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
‘Our native ones, in whom from day to day we boast, and in whose actions
all the year long we do greatly delight ourselves, we received your
welcome, because highly esteemed letter, at the hand of our trusty and
greatly beloved, the old gentleman, Mr. Profane. And do give you to
understand, that when we had broken it up, and had read the contents
thereof, to your amazing memory be it spoken, our yawning hollow-bellied
place, where we are, made so hideous and yelling a noise for joy, that
the mountains that stand round about Hell-Gate Hill, had like to have
been shaken to pieces at the sound thereof.
‘We could also do no less than admire your faithfulness to us, with the
greatness of that subtilty that now hath showed itself to be in your
heads to serve us against the town of Mansoul. For you have invented for
us so excellent a method for our proceeding against that rebellious
people, a more effectual cannot be thought of by all the wits of hell.
The proposals, therefore, which now, at last, you have sent us, since we
saw them, we have done little else but highly approved and admired them.
‘Nay, we shall, to encourage you in the profundity of your craft, let you
know, that, at a full assembly and conclave of our princes and
principalities of this place, your project was discoursed and tossed from
one side of our cave to the other by their mightinesses; but a better,
and as was by themselves judged, a more fit and proper way by all their
wits, could not be invented, to surprise, take, and make our own, the
rebellious town of Mansoul.
‘Wherefore, in fine, all that was said that varied from what you had in
your letter propounded, fell of itself to the ground, and yours only was
stuck to by Diabolus, the prince; yea, his gaping gorge and yawning
paunch was on fire to put your invention into execution.
‘We therefore give you to understand that our stout, furious, and
unmerciful Diabolus is raising, for your relief, and the ruin of the
rebellious town of Mansoul, more than twenty thousand doubters to come
against that people. They are all stout and sturdy men, and men that of
old have been accustomed to war, and that can therefore well endure the
drum. I say, he is doing this work of his with all the possible speed he
can; for his heart and spirit is engaged in it. We desire, therefore,
that, as you have hitherto stuck to us, and given us both advice and
encouragement thus far, you still will prosecute our design; nor shall
you lose, but be gainers thereby; yea, we intend to make you the lords of
Mansoul.
‘One thing may not by any means be omitted, that is, those with us do
desire that every one of you that are in Mansoul would still use all your
power, cunning, and skill, with delusive persuasions, yet to draw the
town of Mansoul into more sin and wickedness, even that sin may be
finished and bring forth death.
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