iverance and renewal. The malady of
the world is spiritual. The fountain of healing is with God.

N. M.

EDINBURGH, _September_ 1922

NOTE

Chapters I, II, III, IV, VIII, IX, XI, XII, and XIII appeared in _The
Glasgow Herald_, and Chapters VI, VII, and X in _The Scotsman_.
Chapter V is based on an article in _The Glasgow Herald_, but it has
been rewritten.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER I

THE ONLY HOPE

CHAPTER II

THE SUPREME NEED

CHAPTER III

IN THE SACRED NAME OF LIBERTY!

CHAPTER IV

THE GREATEST OF TYRANNIES

CHAPTER V

THE LAST DELIVERANCE

CHAPTER VI

THE PERIL OF THE CROWD

CHAPTER VII

LET US HAVE PEACE

CHAPTER VIII

THE WAY OF PEACE

CHAPTER IX

NO ROOM

CHAPTER X

DOMINION FROM SEA TO SEA

CHAPTER XI

THERE WERE IN THE SAME COUNTRY SHEPHERDS

CHAPTER XII

THE FULNESS OF THE TIME

CHAPTER XIII

VICTORY OUT OF RUIN

CHAPTER I

THE ONLY HOPE

'To a large extent the working people of this country do not care any
more for the doctrines of Christianity than the upper classes care for
the practice of that religion.'--JOHN BRIGHT in the year 1880.

It is wonderful how quickly, when a peril is past, men forget about it
and straightway compose themselves to slumbrous dreams again. It was
so after the Great War; it is so already regarding the great strikes.
'Don't disturb our repose,' they as good as say; 'we have had an
anxious time; do let us sleep.' But wars and strikes are only symptoms
of the hidden disease; and the allaying of a symptom without the
healing of the disease is of all things the most dangerous. What we
must consider is the disease and set ourselves to find a remedy. Then,
and then only, will the symptoms harass us no more. It was a little
bald man with a straggling beard and one eye that had got a little
tired of the long-continued effort to look at the other, who set me
thinking. The burden of his contention was that this country and the
world at large is sinking back into paganism. Though I endeavour to
keep an open mind and refuse to accept opinions ready-made, however
much inclined I may be to shirk the preliminary fatigue of forming
opinions of my own, yet the opinions of my friend are worth recording.
They are at least gropings after the truth.

I

'What is the test of a Christian?' asked the little man, trying to
bring his vagrant eye to bear on me; 'if we once settle that we shall
be ab