Ever yours very faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
Warmth and sea-fogs here for a variety.
[One more letter may be given from this time at Bournemouth--a letter to his eldest daughter on the loss of her infant son:--]
Casalini, W. Bournemouth, March 2, 1886.
It"s very sad to lose your child just when he was beginning to bind himself to you, and I don"t know that it is much consolation to reflect that the longer he had wound himself up in your heart-strings the worse the tear would have been, which seems to have been inevitable sooner or later. One does not weigh and measure these things while grief is fresh, and in my experience a deep plunge into the waters of sorrow is the hopefullest way of getting through them on to one"s daily road of life again. No one can help another very much in these crises of life; but love and sympathy count for something, and you know, dear child, that you have these in fullest measure from us.
[On coming up to London in April he was very busy, among other things, with a proposal that the Marine Biological a.s.sociation, of which he was President, should urge the Government to appoint a scientific adviser to the Fishery Board. A letter of his on this subject had appeared in the "Times" for March 30. There seemed to him, with his practical experience of official work, insuperable objections to the status of such an officer. Above all, he would be a representative of science in name, without any responsibility to the body of scientific men in the country. Some of his younger colleagues on the Council, who had not enjoyed the same experience, thought that he had set aside their expressions of opinion too brusquely, and begged Sir M. Foster, as at once a close friend of his, and one to whose opinion he paid great respect, to make representations to him on their behalf, which he did in writing, being kept at home by a cold. To this letter, in which his friend begged him not to be vexed at a very plain statement of the other point of view, but to make it possible for the younger men to continue to follow his lead, he replied:--]
4 Marlborough Place, April 5, 1886.
My dear Foster,
Mrs. Foster is quite right in looking sharp after your colds, which is very generous of me to say, as I am down in the mouth and should have been cheered by a chat.
I am very glad to know what our younger friends are thinking about. I made up my mind to some such result of the action I have thought it necessary to take. But I have no ambition to lead, and no desire to drive them, and if we can"t agree, the best way will be to go our ways separately...
Heaven forbid that I should restrain anybody from expressing any opinion in the world. But it is so obvious to me that not one of our friends has the smallest notion of what administration in fishery questions means, or of the danger of creating a scientific Frankenstein in that which he is clamouring for, that I suppose I have been over-anxious to prevent mischief, and seemed domineering.
Well, I shall mend my ways. I must be getting to be an old savage if you think it risky to write anything to me.
Ever yours,
T.H. Huxley.
[But he did not stay long in London. By April 20 he was off to Ilkley, where he expected to stay] "for a week or two, perhaps longer." [on the 24th he writes to Sir M. Foster:--]
I was beginning to get wrong before we left Bournemouth, and went steadily down after our return to London, so that I had to call in a very shrewd fellow who attends my daughter M--. Last Monday he told me that more physicking was no good, and that I had better be off here, and see what exercise and the fresh air of the moors would do for me.
So here I came, and mean to give the place a fair trial.
I do a minimum of ten miles per diem without fatigue, and as I eat, drink, and sleep well, there ought to be nothing the matter with me.
Why, under these circ.u.mstances, I should never feel honestly cheerful, or know any other desire than that of running away and hiding myself, I don"t know. No explanation is to be found even in Foster"s "Physiology!" the only thing my demon can"t stand is sharp walking, and I will give him a dose of that remedy when once I get into trim.
[Indeed he was so much better even after a single day at Ilkley, that he writes home:--]
It really seems to me that I am an imposter for running away, and I can hardly believe that I felt so ill and miserable four-and-twenty hours ago.
[And on the 28th he writes to Sir M. Foster:--]
I have been improving wonderfully in the last few days. Yesterday I walked to Bolton Abbey, the Strid, etc., and back, which is a matter of sixteen miles, without being particularly tired, though the afternoon sun was as hot as midsummer.
It is the old story--a case of candle-snuff--some infernal compound that won"t get burnt up without more oxygenation than is to be had under ordinary conditions...
I want to be back and doing something, and yet have a notion that I should be wiser if I stopped here a few weeks and burnt up my rubbish effectually. A good deal will depend upon whether I can get my wife to join me or not. She has had a world of worry lately.
[As to his fortunate choice of an hotel,] "I made up my mind," [he writes,] "to come to this hotel merely because Bradshaw said it was on the edge of the moor--but for once acting on an advertis.e.m.e.nt turned out well." [The moor ran up six or seven hundred feet just outside the garden, and the hotel itself was well outside and above the town and the crowd of visitors. Here, with the exception of a day or two in May, and a fortnight at the beginning of June, he stayed till July, living as far as possible an outdoor life, and getting through a fair amount of correspondence.
It was not to be expected that he should long remain unknown, and he was sometimes touched, more often bored, by the forms which this recognition took. Thus two days after his arrival he writes home:--]
Sitting opposite to me at the table d"hote here is a nice old Scotch lady. People have found out my name here by this time, and yesterday she introduced herself to me, and expressed great grat.i.tude for the advice I gave to a son of hers two or three years ago. I had great difficulty in recollecting anything at all about the matter, but it seems the youngster wanted to go to Africa, and I advised him not to, at any rate at present. However, the poor fellow went, and died, and they seem to have found a minute account of his interview with me in his diary.
[But all were not of this kind. On the 26th he writes:--]
I took a three hours" walk over the moors this morning with nothing but grouse and peewits for company, and it was perfectly delicious. I am beginning to forget that I have a liver, and even feel mildly disposed to the two fools of women between whom I have to sit every meal.
27th.
...I wish you would come here if only for a few days--it would do you a world of good after your anxiety and wear and tear for the last week. And you say you are feeling weak. Please come and let me take care of you a bit; I am sure the lovely air here would set you up. I feel better than I have for months...
The country is lovely, and in a few days more all the leaves will be out. You can almost hear them bursting. Now come down on Sat.u.r.day and rejoice the "sair een" of your old husband who is wearying for you.
[Another extract from the same correspondence expresses his detestation for a gross breach of confidence:--]
April 22.
...I have given Mr. -- a pretty smart setting down for sending me Ruskin"s letter to him! It really is iniquitous that such things should be done. Ruskin has a right to say anything he likes in a private letter and -- must be a perfect cad to send it on to me.
[The following letter on the ideal of a Paleontological Museum is a specialised and improved version of his earlier schemes on the same subject:--]
4 Marlborough Place, May 3, 1886.
My dear Foster,
I cannot find Hughes" letter, and fancy I must have destroyed it. So I cannot satisfy Newton as to the exact terms of his question.
But I am quite clear that my answer was not meant to recommend any particular course for Cambridge, when I know nothing about the particular circ.u.mstances of the case, but referred to what I should like to do if I had carte blanche.
It is as plain as the nose on one"s face (mine is said to be very plain) that Zoological and Botanical collections should ill.u.s.trate (1) Morphology, (2) Geographical Distribution, (3) Geological Succession.
It is also obvious to me that the morphological series ought to contain examples of all the extinct types in their proper places. But I think it will be no less plain to any one who has had anything to do with Geology and Paleontology that the great ma.s.s of fossils is to be most conveniently arranged stratigraphically. The Jermyn St. Museum affords an example of the stratigraphical arrangement.
I do not know that there is anywhere a collection arranged according to Provinces of Geographical Distribution. It would be a great credit to Cambridge to set the example of having one.
If I had a free hand in Cambridge or anywhere else I should build (A) a Museum, open to the public, and containing three strictly limited and selected collections; one morphologically, one geographically, and one stratigraphically arranged; and (B) a series of annexes arranged for storage and working purposes to contain the material which is of no use to any but specialists. I am convinced that this is the only plan by which the wants of ordinary people can be supplied efficiently, while ample room is afforded for additions to any extent without large expense in building.
On the present plan or no plan, Museums are built at great cost, and in a few years are choked for want of room.
If you have the opportunity, I wish you would explain that I gave no opinion as to what might or might not be expedient under present circ.u.mstances at Cambridge. I do not want to seem meddlesome.
Ever yours very faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
Don"t forget Cayley.