Well, when poor John Bunyan was in prison, he wrote a little book, called The Pilgrim's Progress, part of which is printed here for you to read; and this poor tinker 's prison book has been more read and praised and prized all over the world than all the books which all the great and powerful people who imprisoned him were able to write. Their very names are forgotten; only their foolish, wicked blunder is remembered. But John Bunyan 's simple story is being read by millions in all languages under heaven this very day. It is one of the few' books in the world that are read by everybody, rich and poor, learned and simple; after the Bible, it is the most widely-circulated book in the whole world. You will, I hope, read it and love it as others have done; and if you really enter into it, and understand it, you will find it will help you all your life through. For in this simple story there is written the story of the life which you will have to live if you are to make anything out of your life. The pilgrim whose adventures John Bunyan tells is you, as it is also your father and your sister, for it is a tale of the life of us all. We are, of course, all of us, pilgrims journeying across the land that lies between the cradle and the grave, but it is not of that pilgrimage that Bunyan writes. For that pilgrimage is made even by those who dwell in the City of Destruction, and by those whose only end in life is to eat and to drink and to play and amuse themselves.
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