There can be no doubting of the future. The Allied forces, who in Raemaekers’ drawing stand for Liberty, are assuredly destined to wring the neck of the Prussian eagle, which typifies the tyranny of brute force. “For freedom’s battle, once begun ... Though baffled oft, is ever won.” “There is only one master in this country,” the Kaiser has said of Germany. “I am he, and I will not tolerate another.” He has also told his people: “There is only one law--my law; the law which I myself lay down.” It is supererogatory to dispute either of these imperial pronouncements. The Future contents herself with the comment: “Out of thine own mouth will I judge thee.” The Kaiser and his counsellors have now translated words into deeds, and every instrument of savagery has been since August, 1914, enlisted by Tyranny in the attempt to overthrow Liberty. “A thousand years ago,” the Kaiser once declared to his Army, “the Huns under their king Attila made themselves a name which still lives in tradition.” The Future replies to him that he and his fighting hordes will also live in tradition. They will be remembered for their defiance of the conscience of the world, which obeys no call but that of Liberty. SIDNEY LEE [Illustration: L’AVENIR] Christ or Odin? You cannot well conceive a science, whether it be mathematics, or architecture, or philosophy, without its axioms, dogmas, or first principles. Without them there is no basis on which to raise the superstructure. So it is with the science of religion. Take Christianity: if it is to be taught scientifically, it must start with the most tremendous dogma, the Divinity of Christ. Either Christ was or He was not what He claimed to be. If He was not, you must shout with the Sanhedrim: “Crucify Him!” If He was, you must sing with the Church: “Come, adore Him.” One thing is certain, you cannot be indifferent to His claim or to Him; you must either hate Him and His creed, like the Prussian warring Superman, or love Him and it, like England’s Crusading Kings. The cartoon before us is the finished picture which I can trace from its first rough sketch in the hands of Kant, through its different stages of development in the schools of Hegel, of Schopenhauer, of Strauss, till it was ready for its final touches in the hands of Nietzsche. In fancy I see it hung, on the line, in the Prussian picture-gallery under the direction of War Lords, whose boasted aim it is that the world shall be governed only by Prussian Kultur and Prussian Religion. The fatal mistake made by the Teutonic race in the past was, we are told, the adoption of Roman culture and Roman religion. Germany once submitted to an alien God and to an alien creed. She, the mistress of the earth, the mightiest of the mighty, and the most Kultured of the Kultured, had actually once worshipped “an uncultured peasant Galilean,” and made profession of “His slave morality.”