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New Zealand Tablet, 26 June 1919, Page 11

What a multitude of people are watching for to-morrow. “To-morrow I shall be better,” murmurs the invalid. “To-morrow I shall have better luck, shall do better work, shall be happier in my bargains, shall beware of former mistakes,” thus say the unfortunate, the careless, the speculative, the remorseful. Yet commonly, to-morrow becomes to-day only to find the invalid dead, the, unfortunate utterly ruined, the speculator desperately disappointed, the sinner deeper in his crimes. We are too much inclined to “reckon without our host” in regard to the illusive “to-morrow,” and we dispose of it in advance, as though it were our own, whereas there is naught on earth so uncertain as that mysterious day that lies so near us iii' the future.