of many men’s, and almost all women’s, religious lives.  If they happen to fall in with godly lovers and friends, they are sincerely godly with them; but if their companions are indifferent or hostile to true religion, they gradually fall into the same temper and attitude.  We sometimes see students destined for the Christian ministry also with all their religion so without root in themselves that a session in an unsympathetic class, a sceptical book, sometimes just a sneer or a scoff, will wither all the promise of their coming service.  And so on through the whole of human life.  He that hath not the root of the matter in himself dureth for a while, but by and by, for one reason or another, he is sure to be offended.

So much, then,—­not enough, nor good enough—­for our Lord’s swift stroke at the heart of His hearers.  But let us now pass on to Pliable, as he so soon and so completely discovers himself to us under John Bunyan’s so skilful hand.  Look well at our author’s speaking portrait of a well-known man in Bedford who had no root in himself, and who, as a consequence, was pliable to any influence, good or bad, that happened to come across him.  ‘Don’t revile,’ are the first words that come from Pliable’s lips, and they are not unpromising words.  Pliable is hurt with Obstinate’s coarse abuse of the Christian life, till he is downright ashamed to be seen in his company.  Pliable, at least, is a gentleman compared with Obstinate, and his gentlemanly feelings and his good manners make him at once take sides with Christian.  Obstinate’s foul tongue has almost made Pliable a Christian.  And this finely-conceived scene on the plain outside the city gate is enacted over again every day among ourselves.  Where men are in dead earnest about religion it always arouses the bad passions of bad men; and where earnest preachers and devoted workers are assailed with violence or with bad language, there is always enough love of fair play in the bystanders to compel them to take sides, for the time at least, with those who suffer for the truth.  And we are sometimes too apt to count all that love of common fairness, and that hatred of foul play, as a sure sign of some sympathy with the hated truth itself.  When an onlooker says ‘Don’t revile,’ we are too ready to set down that expression of civility as at least the first beginning of true religion.  But the religion of Jesus Christ cuts far deeper into the heart of man than to the dividing asunder of justice and injustice, civility and incivility, ribaldry and good manners.  And it is always found in the long-run that the cross of Christ and its crucifixion of the human heart goes quite as hard with the gentlemanly-mannered man, the civil and urbane man, as it does with the man of bad behaviour and of brutish manners.  ‘Civil men,’ says Thomas Goodwin, ’are this world’s saints.’  And poor Pliable was one of them.  ’My heart really inclines to go with my neighbour,’ said Pliable next.  ‘Yes,’ he said, ’I begin to come to a point.  I really think I will go along with this good man.  Yes, I will cast in my lot with him.  Come, good neighbour, let us be going.’