<h2>CHAPTER V.</h2>
<div class="blockquot"><p>Books.—Two books that left impressions on Jack.—Must a Christian
boy be miserable?—Jack says "No."—So says Jack's mother.—Father
gives his opinion.—"The Enchanted Rocks;" a fairy story.</p>
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<div class='unindent'><br/> WONDER if any of my readers ever
think what the books they read are doing
for them, especially the books they are
most fond of? Do you know every book
you read makes <i>you</i> a little bit different? By <i>you</i>,
I mean the unseen part of you, your mind and
character.</div>
<p>I remember, when I was somewhere about the
mischievous age of eight or nine, how fond I used
to be of getting to the putty round a newly-put-in
window pane. It was lovely to press my thimble
on it, and see all the pretty little holes it left; or
to push a naughty finger deep down into the nice
soft stuff. Then, when the putty had dried hard,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</SPAN></span>
I used to look with great interest on my work, for
every impression was there, and could not now be
removed.</p>
<p>So it is with books, they make an <i>impression</i> on
you; and you are either a little bit better or a little
bit worse for every book you read. <i>Take care only
to read those books that will make you better.</i></p>
<p>The summer after Jack decided to be a minister,
he read two books which made some big impressions
on his mind, and left him <i>better</i> than he was before
reading them. One was called "The Imitation of
Christ," and the other "Holy Living and Dying."
They taught him that true religion must be in the
heart, and that it is not enough for our words and
actions, as seen and heard by men, to be right, but
our very thoughts must be pure and good, such as
would be approved of God. He did not at all agree
with Thomas à Kempis, the writer of the first book
I mentioned, in everything, though, for he made out,
according to Jack's idea, that we should always be
miserable.</p>
<p>I think Jack would never have persevered in his
determination to follow Christ, if he had been convinced
that "to be good you must be miserable,"
for he loved fun, and could not help being happy.
He felt sure Thomas à Kempis was mistaken,
especially when he remembered that verse in the
Bible which says religion's ways "are ways of
<i>pleasantness</i>" (Prov. iii. 17). When he wrote home, he<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</SPAN></span>
asked his mother what she thought, for although
he was now a young man of twenty-two, he was
still the old Jack that thought father and mother
knew better than anybody else.</p>
<p>His mother wrote back that she thought Thomas
à Kempis <i>was</i> mistaken, for so many texts in the
Bible show us that God intends us to be happy and
full of joy. "And," she said, "if you want to know
what pleasures are right and wrong, ask yourself:
'Will it make me love God more, and will it help
me to be more like my great example, Jesus
Christ?'"</p>
<p>Jack's father wrote: "I don't altogether agree
with Thomas à Kempis; but the world is like a
siren, and we must beware of her. If the young
man would rejoice in his youth, let him take care
that his pleasures are innocent; and in order to do
this, remember, my son, that for all these things God
will bring us into judgment."</p>
<p>Some of my readers will hardly understand what
Mr. Wesley meant when he said the world is "like
a siren." Most of you have read fairy tales; well,
a kind of Greek fairy story tells of some beautiful
maidens, called sirens, who used to sit on some
dangerous rocks, and play sweetest music. When
sailors saw them and heard their singing, they
were drawn by magic nearer and nearer to where
they were, until at last their boats struck on the
rocks, and the poor deluded sailors were dragged<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</SPAN></span>
by the sirens to the bottom of the sea and were
drowned.</p>
<p>Now, do you see why the world is like a siren?
Its pleasures all look so beautiful that we are tempted
to draw nearer and nearer, until at last we are lost
to all that is holy and good.</p>
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