'One of my aunts, living some two miles away, I discovered had a copy of Bunyan's immortal dream. The Bible and the pilgrim. Bunyan, for some reason, probably because of the great esteem in which it was held, was hidden away in a drawer, and my aunt was disinclined to let me take the book away with me, but she gladly gave me permission to read it at her house. As my visits were few, I had to read it by snatches. Ultimately I read it all, some portions many times over, with intense delight, though I fear with no great spiritual profit.'