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TO-MORROW.

To-morrow ! How often do we say that, when a resolution is taken or a purpose designed, and how mockingly fate laughs back at us. To-morrow ! As if time was in our poor, mortal hands, or as if, to the cowardly and procrastinating, there ever is a morrow ! As if that word alone has not been the bane of more good intentions and the dcath-kntll of more noble actions, as if it does not stand !:or more harm and ill and suffering than any other con.mon to the lips of man ! He who is always going to do, but never does, moves in a very small circle. He will remain where he begins, because there is no lower plane to which he can retrograde. Futile promises of staiung Lo-morrovv lead to nowhere. To-morrow never conies.

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New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXVIII, Issue 3, 18 January 1900, Page 6

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TO-MORROW. New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXVIII, Issue 3, 18 January 1900, Page 6

TO-MORROW. New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXVIII, Issue 3, 18 January 1900, Page 6