THERE is always truth enough in the world, but it is merciless truth. Men are quick enough to see the faults and sins of their neighbor. If truth is merely fault-finding, then there is plenty of it everywhere. No man ever commits a sin but some one sees it and points it out. But the truth which has no love mixed with it has the effect of error. It is the nature of truth to convince; it is the province of truth to convert—to make people see what they ought to be and do, and what they can become. It is the lever to lift them to a higher plane, to awaken the purpose of going up, to give new aim and aspiration to the spirit. But cold, hard truth never convinces, it only provokes. It drives men away. It hardens them instead of converting them. It seems to me like injustice, cruelly wrong. Truth without love has therefore, virtually, the effect of falsehood.