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C. H. Spurgeon was a past master in the art of commenting. Who that everheard him did not rejoice as much in his exposition of the Scriptures as inhis prayers and sermons? He has commented in print on the Psalms (TheTreasury of David), and on Matthew (The Gospel of the Kingdom), and onManton (Illustrations and Mediations, or Flowers from a Puritan’sGarden); and here we have his Commentary on The Pilgrim’s Progress,“that sweetest of all prose poems” as he himself describes it.It is easy to see that the Commentator is in sympathy with his Author, andthat he loves his task. If Mr. Spurgeon were ever prevailed upon to fill up apage of the once-popular Confession Album, I am pretty sure that hisanswer to the query, “Who is your favorite author?” was, “John Bunyan.”He has spoken of him over and over again as “my great favorite,” and hasleft it on record that he had read The Pilgrim’s Progress at least onehundred times. The reason for his liking is not far to seek. They both loved“The Book of Books.” Urging the earnest study of the Scriptures, C. H.Spurgeon once said: “Oh, that you and I might get into the very heart of the Word of God, and get that Word into ourselves! As I have seen thesilkworm eat into the leaf, and consume it, so ought we to do with theWord of the Lord — not crawl over its surface, but eat right into it till wehave taken it into our inmost parts. It is idle merely to let the eye glanceover the words, or to recollect the poetical expressions, or the historicfacts; but it is blessed to eat into the very soul of the Bible until, at last, youcome to talk in Scriptural language, and your very style is fashioned uponScripture models, and, what is better still, your spirit is flavored with thewords of the Lord. I would quote John Bunyan as an instance of what Imean. Read anything of his, and you will see that it is almost like readingthe Bible itself. He had read it till his very soul was saturated withScripture; and, though his writings are charmingly full of poetry, yet hecannot give us his Pilgrim’s Progress — that sweetest of all prose poems— without continually making us feel and say, ‘Why, this man is a livingBible!’ Prick him anywhere; his blood is Bibline, the very essence of theBible flows from him. He cannot speak without quoting a text, for his verysoul is full of the Word of God. I commend his example to you, beloved.”Moreover, the language of The Illustrious Dreamer was to the mind of theTabernacle Pastor. They spake the same tongue. In an address delivered in1862 on the occasion of the restoration of Bunyan’s tomb, Mr. Spurgeonassured his hearers that Bunyan’s works would not try their constitutionsas might those of Gill and Owen. “They are pleasant reading,” said he, “for