"When from the lips of Truth one mighty breath
Shall, like a whirlwind, scatter in its breeze
The whole dark pile of human mockeries;
Then shall the reign of Mind commence on earth,
And starting fresh, as from a second birth,
Man, in the sunshine of the world's new spring,
Shall walk transparent, like some holy thing."
Every few years the doctors find out that something they used to do is entirely wrong, and likely to kill more than cure. But they stick up just the same for whatever they are doing now.—New York Graphic.
