wn had deeply expressed his sorrow for his offenses, Mr.
Thomas thus addressed him. "There are two ways of being sorry for
sin. Are you, Mr. Brown, afraid of the guilt of sin because of the
punishment annexed to it, or are you afraid of sin itself? Do you
wish to be delivered from the power of sin? Do you hate sin because
you know it is offensive to a pure and holy God? Or are you only
ashamed of it because it has brought you to a prison and exposed you
to the contempt of the world? It is not said that the wages of this
or that particular sin is death, but of sin in general; there is no
exception made because it is a more creditable or a favorite sin, or
because it is a little one. There are, I repeat, two ways of being
sorry for sin. Cain was sorry--_My punishment is greater than I can
bear_, said he; but here you see the punishment seemed to be the
cause of concern, not the sin. David seems to have had a good notion
of godly sorrow, when he says, _Wash me from mine iniquity, cleanse
me from my sin_. And when Job _repented in dust and ashes_, it is
not said he excused himself, but he _abhorred himself_. And the
prophet Isaiah called himself undone, because he was a _man of
unclean lips_; for, said he 'I have seen the King, the Lord of
hosts;' that is, he could not take the proper measure of his own
iniquity till he had considered the perfect holiness of God."

One day, when Mr. Thomas and Mr. Stock came to see him, they found
him more than commonly affected. His face was more ghastly pale than
usual, and his eyes were red with crying. "Oh, sir," said he, "what
a sight have I just seen! Jolly George, as we used to call him, the
ring-leader of all our mirth, who was at the bottom of all the fun,
and tricks, and wickedness that are carried on within these walls,
Jolly George is just dead of the jail distemper! He taken, and I
left! I _would_ be carried into his room to speak to him, to beg him
to take warning by me, and that I might take warning by him. But
what did I see! what did I hear! not one sign of repentance; not one
dawn of hope. Agony of body, blasphemies on his tongue, despair in
his soul; while I am spared and comforted with hopes of mercy and
acceptance. Oh, if all my old friends at the Grayhound could but
then have seen Jolly George! A hundred sermons about death, sir,
don't speak so home, and cut so deep, as the sight of one dying
sinner."

Brown grew gradually better in his health, that is, the fever
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