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EDITORIAL OBSERVATIONS. 
will be well. But few, alas 1 have not some errors, some 
neglect or remissness, to lament; and fewer still can say, “ I 
have done all I ought.’* 
These periodical reports may, in the language of Long¬ 
fellow, be designated 
“ Toot-prints on the sands of time. ” 
They tell us of its passing, and remind us of our duty. 
They likewise bring to our remembrance the many 
changes that are taking place around; some of which, 
were it not for the deep impressions the} 7- make, would 
pass away and be forgotten. Gradually we feel that 
changes are also being effected in ourselves, and we would 
fain leave something behind us—some little proof of the 
efforts we have made to assist in the building of the temple 
of science. We have no desire to have heaped over our 
remains 
“ The storied urn or animated bust 
but would rather live in the memories of those whom we 
have endeavoured to serve, and with whom we have been 
associated. As masses are made up of individuals, so each 
may be said to give a tone, a character to the whole— 
“ Each helps to mould the age, and is moulded by it in return.” 
Each, too, has a duty to perform, and depending on the 
performance of it will be his right to censure others. How 
few are these ! Labouring with a determined mind and 
high purpose, although the period of life be but short, suffi¬ 
cient opportunity is ?given to each, whatever may be his 
avocation, to accomplish some end and purpose beneficial to 
his fellow-man. It seems that our lot is cast in days which 
admit of no alternative than to move onwards, if so be we 
are true to ourselves. To stand listless by—to be indifferent 
to what is going on—or to be careless as to the result—is not 
only unwise, but suicidal. Doubtless, there is a sense in 
which we are what we make ourselves; yet labour, unre¬ 
mitting labour, is demanded of us, which, however, is not to 
