superb; your litany is exquisite; your chants are melting; your
incense, and bells and flowers, your gold and silver vessels are all
in rare taste, and I dare say your dogmas are subtle and your
preachers eloquent, but your religion has one fault--_it is not
true_."

[Illustration: Swastika. Earlier Form of the Cross. ]

[Illustration: The Lamb in the Holy Sepulchre, Mosaic of the IV
Century, Sarcophagus of Luc de Bearn. Showing the Lamb on the Cross.]




IN CONFIDENCE



I shall speak in a straightforward way, and shall say today what
perhaps I should say tomorrow, or ten years from now,--but shall say
it today, because I cannot keep it back, because I have nothing better
to say than the truth, or what I hold to be the truth. But why seek
truths that are not pleasant? We cannot help it. No man can suppress
the truth. Truth finds a crack or crevice to crop out of; it bobs up
to the surface and all the volume and weight of waters can not keep it
down. Truth prevails! Life, death, truth--behold, these three no power
can keep back. And since we are doomed to know the truth, let us
cultivate a love for it. It is of no avail to cry over lost illusions,
to long for vanished dreams, or to call to the departing gods to come
back. It may be pleasant to play with toys and dolls all our life, but