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" Made him uncomfortable ! " I exclaimed. " Would 

 that I could make others so. By all means tell him to 

 come ; I shall be delighted to see him." 



Well, the man, dressed in his Sunday best, came, and 

 I found myself, for the first 

 time in my life, face to face 

 with an intellectual fellow who 

 had the what ? heroism? no ! 

 cowardice ? no! foolishness ? 

 yes ! to say there was no God. 

 And this is about what trans- 

 pired that evening as we sat 

 down together. 



"You see, sir," he began, 

 " my father would not believe 

 in a God, and I was taught to 

 believe that what was good 

 enough for him was good 

 enough for me. But I have 

 never been happy. I have 

 often wondered, as my business 

 exposes me to danger, what 

 would become of me in case of sudden death, and your 

 story of the wisdom and goodness of God as shown in the 

 designing of that pitcher-plant has made me more uncom- 

 fortable than ever ; and I have come to ask you, if there 

 is a God, how may I find Him ? " 



What followed I may leave the reader to imagine. He 

 came again, and the result must be left to Him whom 

 he had so recently denied. 



A similar, but less serious story may be told of another 

 meeting of working-men. I was illustrating and en- 

 deavouring to prove the existence of a Designer from 

 the fact of design meeting us very strikingly in insect 



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Single leaf of the pitcher-plant 

 (Nepenthes). 



p, winged petiole, which becomes nar- 

 rowed and then expands, so as to form 

 the pitcher by being folded on itself; 

 I, the lid, open, formed by the blade of 

 the leaf and joined by a hinge to the 

 pitcher. 



