for its supposed antagonism to religious teaching, I believe the 
controversy would have been by this time well nigh forgotten ; and 
even in this direction we are not without signs of coining change. 
Is it too much to hope that the controversy between theology and 
Darwinism maybe the closing episode in the long-continued and 
fratricidal warfare between religion and science ? It has recently 
been said that the future does not belong to that theology which 
conducts a fruitless battle against the victorious doctrine of 
evolution, but to that which takes possession of, recognises, and uses 
it. Is it too much to hope, that finding it lawful to learn even 
from one she has considered an enemy, theology may discover that 
in the great doctrine of evolution, she has a principle which, 
recognised as the modus opera ndi of the ( ’reator, is able to exercise 
as powerful an influence for good, and to throw as much light on 
her own field of study, as it has done on that of the physical 
universe, or as the discovery of the law of gravitation formerly did 
for physical astronomy. 
One is tempted to inquire why there should not be strife between 
the different branches of knowledge, similar to that which has so 
long been carried on between religion and science ; the reply is, 
that there is a recognised brotherhood among the former, so that 
the facts ascertained by one are the property of all. So long as 
theology, standing aloof in haughty isolation, using the very name 
of rationalist as a term of reproach, prefers rather to appeal to 
authority, so long will the never-ending, ever-shifting conflict go 
on ; but the time is surely not far distant when, admitting that faith 
which does not ultimately rest on reason is mere credulity, she will 
be content to take her place among the inductive sciences. Such a 
theology would be, I take it, the very summit of the great pyramid 
of knowledge ; the part for which all the rest existed, to which all 
the lines of the structure pointed : for want of such the whole 
pile is as yet, as it seems to me, misshapen and incomplete. 
A little child whose home is in a mountain valley, beyond which 
his thoughts even have never wandered, believes that the stream 
which Hows past the door of his father’s cottage originates from the 
mountain, a rocky spur from which, projecting into the valley, 
