ishing a low degree of scientific probability for this belief.
In spite of the eight Bridgewater Treatises, and the "Ninth" beside,
dysteleology still holds full half the field as against teleology. Most
of this difficulty, however, results from the crude anthropomorphic
views which theologians have held concerning God. Once admitting that
the Divine attributes may be (as they must be) incommensurably greater
than human attributes, our faith that all things are working together
for good may remain unimpugned.

To many minds such a faith will seem incompatible with belief in the
ultimate destruction of sentiency amid the general doom of the material
universe. A good end can have no meaning to us save in relation to
consciousness that distinguishes and knows the good from the evil. There
could be no better illustration of how we are hemmed in than the very
inadequacy of the words with which we try to discuss this subject. Such
words have all gained their meanings from human experience, and hence of
necessity carry anthropomorphic implications. But we cannot help this.
We must think with the symbols with which experience has furnished
us; and when we so think, there does seem to be little that is even
intellectually satisfying in the awful picture which science shows us,
of giant worlds concentrating out of nebulous vapour, developing with
prodigious waste of energy into theatres of all that is grand and
sacred in spiritual endeavour, clashing and exploding again into dead
vapour-balls, only to renew the same toilful process without end,--a
senseless bubble-play of Titan forces, with life, love, and aspiration
brought forth only to be extinguished. The human mind, however
"scientific" its training, must often recoil from the conclusion that
this is all; and there are moments when one passionately feels that this
cannot be all. On warm June mornings in green country lanes, with sweet
pine-odours wafted in the breeze which sighs through the branches, and
cloud-shadows flitting over far-off blue mountains, while little birds
sing their love-songs, and golden-haired children weave garlands of wild
roses; or when in the solemn twilight we listen to wondrous harmonies
of Beethoven and Chopin that stir the heart like voices from an unseen
world; at such times one feels that the profoundest answer which science
can give to our questionings is but a superficial answer after all. At
these moments, when the world seems fullest of beau