Jean-Pierre has got until the end of tomorrow to decide whether to appeal.

Pierre Pettigrew got off to a bad start.

It doesn't decide the major appeal before the D.C. Court of Appeals,

Happy the man, and happy he alone, He, who can call to-day his own: He who, secure within, can say, Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have liv'd today.

Trust on and think To-morrow will repay; To-morrow's falser than the former day; Lies worse; and while it says, we shall be blest With some new Joys, cuts off what we possest.

There is a budding morrow in midnight.