When we went also from the House Beautiful, he went down the hill, into the Valley of Humiliation, he went down as well as ever I saw man in my life; for he cared not how mean he was, so he might he happy at last. Yea, I think, there was a kind of a sympathy betwixt that valley and him; for I never saw him better in all his pilgrimage than when he was in that valley. 829

Here he would lie down, embrace the ground, and kiss the very flowers that grew in this valley. 830 He would now be up every morning by break of day, tracing and walking to and fro in this valley.