For the time, and long to come, all must seem disaster. Hate and horror glut the maelstrom. Kings and Caesars are locked in blood. The Pope is unheard. The law, moral, spiritual, or international, is in sus pense. Historians must endeavour to un weave the far-reaching webs out of which disaster has been spun. The past must be thought out generously, and feud, noism, confusion be replaced by clarity, sanity, and charity. In the heavens there may be no visible sign save the winking stars, but let all who believe in rational religion endeavour to allay the effects of the Great Disaster and meet half-way the suggestions inspired by a Providence, which has only too clearly made the earth a trust unto mankind.