. Bates Student. 1 Cannot Cell a £te/ We tuned our lyre to sing of truth,But still no truthful song would ! alas! tis easier farTo write a multitude of lies. IN our pursuit of Truth we must be, consistent. It matters not if wehave to tread on some ones toes. Butif you will just notice, we never willtread on the toes of any one who isgoing the same way with ourselves, andlike us, is a disciple of veracity. No,it is a physical impossibility. We canonly tread on his heels. It gives us especial pain to say any-thing which reflects in any way uponour predecessors. Why, if we hadnthad prede
. Bates Student. 1 Cannot Cell a £te/ We tuned our lyre to sing of truth,But still no truthful song would ! alas! tis easier farTo write a multitude of lies. IN our pursuit of Truth we must be, consistent. It matters not if wehave to tread on some ones toes. Butif you will just notice, we never willtread on the toes of any one who isgoing the same way with ourselves, andlike us, is a disciple of veracity. No,it is a physical impossibility. We canonly tread on his heels. It gives us especial pain to say any-thing which reflects in any way uponour predecessors. Why, if we hadnthad predecessors, how could we behere? But as we have before implied,Mayna est Veritas et prevalebit, and itpays to be on the overcoming side. All this, however, is simply introduc-tory, and we hope to make clear its bearing later. To change thesubject a little, our good oldpatron, George W., is accus-tomed to straighten out, on his annualbirthday, some violation of that cardi-nal virtue for which he is especiallynoted.
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