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nobody would be convinced. Nobody ever is convinced
by a debate. The debaters themselves often wonder
and doubt at the sound of their own beautiful
voices. "Can this be it?" "No this is none it." But
yes! Or is it a devil that wag[?] my tongue?"

Our sweet enemy from Guelph cam on their
own private train and with a loud voice landed
here in the dark about 7 o'clock. Guided by Bishop
Jo they marched up Richmond St., with bugles
blowing and many agricultural cheers. Coming
west on St. James St. the column had a fierce
gale blowing in their teeth, everybody pulled up
closer behind Bishop Jo. The phalanx gave one
more awful shout, the electric lights all went out
and the west wind recoiled a moment. It was
blind work for the visitors but big Jo steered
them through. Again the people yelled, having
great confidence in their shepherd - a thud on
the grass - a little woman, frightened at the