{"collection":"scripture-revelation","full_text_available":true,"graph_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/api/page/gutenberg_62310/graph","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/page/gutenberg_62310","id":"gutenberg_62310","license":"Public Domain (US)","rights_basis":"gutenberg_metadata_copyright_false","source":"gutenberg","source_url":"https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/62310","summary":null,"tags":["Category: Children & Young Adult Reading","Category: Religion/Spirituality","Christian life -- Juvenile fiction","Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction","Honesty -- Juvenile fiction","Sin -- Juvenile fiction"],"text":"DEAN\u2019s\n\n                      Illustrated Farthing Books.\n\n                                  THE\n                          TWO KINDS OF FEAR.\n\n                            [Illustration]\n\n                          LONDON: DEAN & SON,\n                         11, Ludgate Hill. 44\n\n\n\n\n                        THE TWO KINDS OF FEAR.\n\n                            [Illustration]\n\n\nWhat keeps back some wicked people from many evil things they would wish\nto do? They are afraid of _being punished_.\n\nWhat keeps good children, the children of God, from doing what they know\nis sinful? They are afraid of _sin_.\n\nThere is a great difference, my dear children, between these two kinds\nof fear--the fear of punishment, and the fear of sin. The first will\nonly keep a child from some sins, at some times; and if he often escapes\nbeing found out, he will lose it almost altogether. But the fear of sin\nitself, because God forbids it, will keep a child from any sin, and will\nbe felt more powerfully as he grows up in grace.\n\nI will tell you a little story on this subject, which happened a good\nmany years ago, and may help you to understand what I mean.\n\nRobert Wright was the son of a rich gentleman. He was a clever boy,\nquick at his lessons, had been well taught, and knew well what was right\nand wrong; but he had not learned to love and fear God. One morning, his\nmother said, \u201cRobert, to-morrow will be the first Sunday of the month.\nHere is a shilling for you to put into the missionary box.\u201d Robert put\nit into his pocket, and often looked at it through the day and felt if\nit were safe. On his way home to dinner, he passed a\n\n[Illustration]\n\nshop where a variety of tarts and cakes were in the window. He stopped\nto look, and then thought how he would like to have some. He felt if he\nhad a penny to buy one tart. No; but there was the shilling, and the\nthought came into his mind, how much that would buy! \u201cBut would it be\nright to use it? No; and if papa found it out, I should be severely\npunished?\u201d He was just going to turn away, when he thought again, \u201cWhy\nbe afraid of being punished? How can papa and mamma ever know?\u201d He\nstayed and looked a little longer, then ran into the shop, filled his\npockets with good things, gave the shilling, and went away.\n\nI cannot say that he had much pleasure in eating them, after all; for\nhis conscience told him that he had done a great sin; and next day, when\nhe saw the missionary-box, he felt unhappy.\n\nThe same evening, when it was dark and cold, another little boy left his\nhome. It was no nice cheerful home, like Robert\u2019s, with warm fires, and\nbright lights. It was one small room, and in the grate only a few\ncinders. On a bed of straw in a corner his mother lay very ill. As he\nwent out, he said, \u201cMother, try to sleep; I will not be late coming\nback.\u201d He worked in a factory not far off, and it being Saturday night,\nhe knew he would not be kept late. As he was coming home, weary and\ncold, thinking of his poor mother, and how he would like to take\nsomething that would do her good, his eye rested on some beautiful fruit\nat a shop-door outside the shop. He saw that no one was near; he could\ntouch them in passing. The temptation was too great--the little fellow\nquickly put three lovely apples into his pocket, and ran down the\nstreet. When he got to the lamp-post at the corner, he took out the\napples and looked at them. \u201cThey will make my mother well, perhaps; but\nthen, are they mine to give her? I could easily make her think a lady\ngave them to me; but God would know.\u201d Then, looking at them again, he\nsaid aloud, \u201c_Thou God seest me!_ That is my Sabbath-school ticket for\nto-morrow. No, mother must not have them. I cannot sin against God.\u201d\n\nHe then ran back, and had just returned the apples into the basket, when\nthe shopman seeing him, thought he was stealing, seized him by the arm,\nand dragged him in. The poor child, with tears, told the whole story,\nand asked pardon for what he had done. The man had a feeling heart, and\nchildren of his own; he was just at a loss to know whether to believe\nhim or not, when a kind old gentleman, who had seen all that passed, had\nfollowed the boy, and heard what he said at the lamp-post, came in, and\ntold him that the story was true. He then bought the apples, and many\nother nice things, and gave them to Harry, to take home to his mother,\nsaying as he did so, \u201cNever forget what has happened this evening; and\nlet your ticket for to-morrow be your motto through life--\u2018_Thou God\nseest me!_\u2019 and you are sure to prosper.\u201d\n\nThese two boys both lived to become men. Harry Brown grew up a decided\nand consistent Christian. He was trusted and respected by all who knew\nhim; he got into good employment, married a pious wife, and saw his poor\nmother end her days in his happy home. Robert Wright became a prosperous\nman. He had a fine house, a carriage, and servants, and all that money\ncould buy. And yet often he did not look happy after all. And at last,\none morning, the town rang with the news of a dreadful event: Mr.\nWright, the rich merchant, had been found dead in his bed, with a bottle\nof poison beside him. On looking at his papers, it was discovered that\nhis business was going wrong--that he had forged bills to a great\namount; and now, seeing he must be found out, the _fear of punishment_\nwas more than he could stand, and, by his own hands, he rushed into an\neternal world.\n\nTry to remember the lessons taught by this story? Pray to the Holy\nSpirit to put the true fear of God and fear of sin into your hearts, for\nJesus\u2019 sake? And remember, when temptation comes, \u201cThou God seest me!\u201d\n\n[Illustration]","title":"The two kinds of fear","tradition":"scripture-revelation","translated_text":null,"word_count":1033}