and the most daring, notorious liar in the neighbourhood.
Do you believe, or even try to believe, that man?
"Of course not," you exclaim.
"Pray, why?"
"Oh, I know him too well for that!"
"But tell me how you know that you don't believe
him. Is it by looking within at your faith or feelings?"
"No," you reply, "I think of the man
that brings me the message."
Presently a neighbour drops in, and says, "The
station-master has been run over by a goods train tonight,
and killed upon the spot."
After he has left, I hear you cautiously say, "Well,
I partly believe it now; for to my recollection this
man only once in his life deceived me, though I have
known him from boyhood."
But again I ask, "Is it by looking at your faith
this time that you know you partly believe it?"
"No," you repeat, "I am thinking of
the character of my informant."
Well, this man has scarcely left your room before a
third person enters and brings you the same sad news
as the first. But this time you say, "NOW, John,
I believe it. Since YOU tell me, I can believe it."
Again I press my question (which is, remember) but the |