Science still falls far short of affording complete comprehension or of providing so finished a picture of reality that we feel no need of other speculations. The different sciences do not yet conspire to form one single coherent body of truth. The interstices between them are still sufficiently large to admit foreign interpretations. But the impulse to comprehension, which created science, will be justified by it: we may have so much faith. Even that moiety of mankind who care for little beyond pure immediacy will find that science alone can give them much of what they desire. Scientific theories possess a value even to those who are strangers to the pleasures of contemplation, for science has powerful reactions in the world of practice. To those who have lost their birthright it can offer a mess of pottage. Besides serving curiosity, comprehension and practice, science offers richly satisfying objects to the æsthetic impulse. The language of æsthetics is not far to seek in the writings of men of science, and were it not that the word arouses such a proprietary fury, we should agree, reviewing their motives and the kind of their satisfactions, to call them artists. The matter of the highest art, like that of true science, is reality, and the measure in which science falls short as art is the measure in which it is incomplete as science. All good philosophy, art or science partakes of the nature of the other two. When these three are regarded as one, each will have reached its apotheosis. II