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Title: Life and Letters of Thomas Henry Huxley — Volume 1
Author: Thomas Henry Huxley
Editor: Leonard Huxley
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BY HIS SON
LEONARD HUXLEY.
IN THREE VOLUMES.
VOLUME 1.
PREFACE TO THE AMERICAN EDITION.
The American edition of the "Life and Letters of Thomas Henry Huxley"calls for a few words by way of preface, for there existed a particularrelationship between the English writer and his transatlantic readers.
From the time that his "Lay Sermons" was published his essays found inthe United States an eager audience, who appreciated above all thingshis directness and honesty of purpose and the unflinching spirit inwhich he pursued the truth. Whether or not, as some affirm, the Americanpublic "discovered" Mr. Herbert Spencer, they responded at once to theinfluence of the younger evolutionary writer, whose wide and exactknowledge of nature was but a stepping-stone to his interest in humanlife and its problems. And when, a few years later, after more than oneinvitation, he came to lecture in the United States and made himselfpersonally known to his many readers, it was this widespread response tohis influence which made his welcome comparable, as was said at thetime, to a royal progress.
His own interest in the present problems of the country and thepossibilities of its future was always keen, not merely as touching thedevelopment of a vast political force—one of the dominant factors ofthe near future—but far more as touching the character of itsapproaching greatness. Huge territories and vast resources were of smallinterest to him in comparison with the use to which they should be put.None felt more vividly than he that the true greatness of a nation woulddepend upon the spirit of the principles it adopted, upon the characterof the individuals who make up the nation and shape the channels inwhich the currents of its being will hereafter flow.
This was the note he struck in the appeal for intellectual sincerity andclearness which he made at the end of his New York "Lectures onEvolution." The same note dominates that letter to his sister—aSoutherner by adoption—which gives his reading of the real issue atstake in the great civil war. Slavery is bad for the slave, but farworse for the master, as sapping his character and making impossiblethat moral vigour of the individual on which is based the collectivevigour of the nation.
The interest with which he followed the later development of socialproblems need not be dwelt on here, except to say that he watched theirearlier maturity in America as an indication of the problems which wouldafterwards call for a solution in his own country. His share in treatingthem was limited to examining the principles of social philosophy onwhich some of the proposed remedies for social troubles were based, andthis examination may be found in his "Collected Essays." But theeducational campaign which he carried on in England had its counterpartin America. It was not only that he was chosen to open the Johns HopkinsUniversity as the type of a new form of education; there and elsewherepupils of his carried out in America his methods of teaching biology,while others engaged in general education would write testifying to theinfluence of his ideas upon their own methods of teaching. But it mustbe remembered that nothing was further from his mind than the desire tofound a school of thought. He only endeavoured as a scholar and astudent to clear up his own thoughts and help others to clear theirs,whether in the intellectual or the moral world. This was the help hesteadfastly hoped to give the people, that interacting union ofintellectual freedom and moral discernment which may be furthered bygood education and training, by precept and example, that basis of allsocial health and prosperity. And if, as he said, he would like to beremembered as one who had done his best to help the people, he meantassuredly not the people only of his native land, but the wider world towhom his words could be carried.
PREFACE TO THE ENGLISH EDITION.
My father's life was one of so many interests, and his work was at alltimes so diversified, that to follow each thread separately, as if hehad been engaged on that alone for a time, would be to give a falseimpression of his activity and the peculiar character of his labours.All through his active career he was equally busy with research intonature, with studies in philosophy, with teaching and administrativework. The real measure of his energy can only be found when all theseare considered together. Without this there can be no conception of thelimitations imposed upon him in his chosen life's work. The mere amountof his research is greatly magnified by the smallness of the timeallowed for it.
But great as was the impression left by these researches in purelyscientific circles, it is not by them alone that he made his impressionupon the mass of his contemporaries. They were chiefly moved bysomething over and above his wide knowledge in so many fields—by hispassionate sincerity, his interest not only in pure knowledge, but inhuman life, by his belief that the interpretation of the book of naturewas not to be kept apart from the ultimate problems of existence; by thelove of truth, in short, both theoretical and practical, which gave thekey to the character of the man himself.
Accordingly, I have not discussed with any fulness the value of histechnical contributions to natural science; I have not drawn up acompendium of his philosophical views. One is a work for specialists;the other can be gathered from his published works. I have endeavouredrather to give the public a picture, so far as I can, of the manhimself, of his aims in the many struggles in which he was engaged, ofhis character and temperament, and the circumstances under which hisvarious works were begun and completed.
So far as possible, I have made his letters, or extracts from them, tellthe story of his life. If those of any given period are diverse in toneand character, it is simply because they reflect an equal diversity ofoccupations and interests. Few of the letters, however, are of any greatlength; many are little more than hurried notes; others, mainly ofprivate interest, supply a sentence here and there to fill in thegeneral outline.
Moreover, whenever circumstances permit, I have endeavoured to make myown part in the book entirely impersonal. My experience is that theconstant iteration by the biographer of his relationship to the subjectof his memoir, can become exasperating to the reader; so that at therisk of offending in the opposite direction, I have chosen the othercourse.
Lastly, I have to express my grateful thanks to all who have sent meletters or supplied information, and especially to Dr. J.H. Gladstone,Sir Mountstuart Grant Duff, Professor Howes, Professor Henry Sidgwick,and Sir Spencer Walpole, for their contributions to the book; but aboveall to Sir Joseph Hooker and Sir Michael Foster, whose invaluable helpin reading proofs and making suggestions has been, as it were, a finallabour of love for the memory of their old friend.
PREFACE TO THE AMERICAN EDITION.
PREFACE TO THE ENGLISH EDITION.
CHAPTER 1.1. 1825-1842.
CHAPTER 1.2. 1841-1846.
CHAPTER 1.3. 1846-1849.
CHAPTER 1.4. 1848-1850.
CHAPTER 1.5. 1850-1851.
CHAPTER 1.6. 1851-1854.
CHAPTER 1.7. 1851-1853.
CHAPTER 1.8. 1854.
CHAPTER 1.9. 1855.
CHAPTER 1.10. 1855-1858.
CHAPTER 1.11. 1857-1858.
CHAPTER 1.12. 1859-1860.
CHAPTER 1.13. 1859.
CHAPTER 1.14. 1859-1860.
CHAPTER 1.15. 1860-1863.
CHAPTER 1.16. 1860-1861.
CHAPTER 1.17. 1861-1863.
CHAPTER 1.18. 1864.
CHAPTER 1.19. 1865.
CHAPTER 1.20. 1866.
CHAPTER 1.21. 1867.
CHAPTER 1.22. 1868.
CHAPTER 1.23. 1869.
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LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.
PLATE 1. PORTRAIT OF T.H. HUXLEY FROM A DAGUERROTYPE MADE IN 1846.
PLATE 2. FACSIMILE OF SKETCH, "THE LOVES AND GRACES."
PLATE 3. PORTRAIT FROM A PHOTOGRAPH BY MAULL AND POLYBLANK, 1857.
PLATE 4. NUMBER 4 MARLBOROUGH PLACE—FROM THE GARDEN. AFTER AWATERCOLOUR SKETCH BY R. HUXLEY.
PLATE 5. PORTRAIT FROM A PHOTOGRAPH BY ELLIOTT AND FRY; STEEL ENGRAVINGIN "NATURE," FEBRUARY 5, 1874.
CHAPTER 1.1.
1825-1842.
[In the year 1825 Ealing was as quiet a country village as could befound within a dozen miles of Hyde Park Corner. Here stood a largesemi-public school, which had risen to the front rank in numbers andreputation under Dr. Nicholas, of Wadham College, Oxford, who in 1791became the son-in-law and successor of the previous master.
The senior assistant-master in this school was George Huxley, a tall,dark, rather full-faced man, quick tempered, and distinguished, in hisson's words, by "that glorious firmness which one's enemies calledobstinacy." In the year 1810 he had married Rachel Withers; she borefive sons and three daughters, of whom one son and one daughter died ininfancy; the seventh and youngest surviving child was Thomas Henry.
George Huxley, the master at Ealing, was the second son of Thomas Huxleyand Margaret James, who were married at St. Michael's, Coventry, onSeptember 8, 1773. This Thomas Huxley continued to live at Coventryuntil his death in January 1796, when he left behind him a large familyand no very great wealth. The most notable item in the latter is the"capital Messuage, by me lately purchased of Mrs. Ann Thomas," which hedirects to be sold to pay his debts—an inn, apparently, for thetestator is described as a victualler. Family tradition tells that hecame to Coventry from Lichfield, and if so, he and his sons after himexemplify the tendency to move south, which is to be observed in thoseof the same name who migrated from their original home in Cheshire. Thishome is represented to-day by a farm in the Wirral, about eight milesfrom Chester, called Huxley Hall. From this centre Huxleys spread to theneighbouring villages, such as Overton and Eccleston, Clotton andDuddon, Tattenhall and Wettenhall; others to Chester and Brindley nearNantwich. The southward movement carries some to the Welsh border,others into Shropshire. The Wettenhall family established themselves inthe fourth generation at Rushall, and held property in Handsworth andWalsall; the Brindley family sent a branch to Macclesfield, whoserepresentative, Samuel, must have been on the town council when theYoung Pretender rode through on his way to Derby, for he was mayor in1746; while at the end of the sixteenth century, George, thedisinherited heir of Brindley, became a merchant in London, andpurchased Wyre Hall at Edmonton, where his descendants lived for fourgenerations, his grandson being knighted by Charles II in 1663.
But my father had no particular interest in tracing his early ancestry."My own genealogical inquiries," he said, "have taken me so far backthat I confess the later stages do not interest me." Towards the end ofhis life, however, my mother persuaded him to see what could be foundout about Huxley Hall and the origin of the name. This proved to be fromthe manor of Huxley or Hodesleia, whereof one Swanus de Hockenhull wasenfeoffed by the abbot and convent of St. Werburgh in the time ofRichard I. Of the grandsons of this Swanus, the eldest kept the manorand name of Hockenhull (which is still extant in the Midlands); theyounger ones took their name from the other fief.
But the historian of Cheshire records the fact that owing to therespectability of the name, it was unlawfully assumed by divers "loselsand lewd fellows of the baser sort," and my father, with a fine show ofearnestness, used to declare that he was certain the legitimate ownersof the name were far too sober and respectable to have produced such areprobate as himself, and one of these "losels" must be his progenitor.
Thomas Henry Huxley was born at Ealing on May 4, 1825, "about eighto'clock in the morning." (So in the Autobiography, but 9.30 according tothe Family Bible.) "I am not aware," he tells us playfully in hisAutobiography, "that any portents preceded my arrival in this world,but, in my childhood, I remember hearing a traditional account of themanner in which I lost the chance of an endowment of great practicalvalue. The windows of my mother's room were open, in consequence of theunusual warmth of the weather. For the same reason, probably, aneighbouring beehive had swarmed, and the new colony, pitching on thewindow-sill, was making its way into the room when the horrified nurseshut down the sash. If that well-meaning woman had only abstained fromher ill-timed interference, the swarm might have settled on my lips, andI should have been endowed with that mellifluous eloquence which, inthis country, leads far more surely than worth, capacity, or honestwork, to the highest places in Church and State. But the opportunity waslost, and I have been obliged to content myself through life with sayingwhat I mean in the plainest of plain language, than which, I suppose,there is no habit more ruinous to a man's prospects of advancement."
As to his debt, physical and mental, to either parent, he writes asfollows:—]
Physically I am the son of my mother so completely—even down topeculiar movements of the hands, which made their appearance in me as Ireached the age she had when I noticed them—that I can hardly find anytrace of my father in myself, except an inborn faculty for drawing,which, unfortunately, in my case, has never been cultivated, a hottemper, and that amount of tenacity of purpose which unfriendlyobservers sometimes call obstinacy.
My mother was a slender brunette, of an emotional and energetictemperament, and possessed of the most piercing black eyes I ever saw ina woman's head. With no more education than other women of the middleclasses of her day, she had an excellent mental capacity. Her mostdistinguishing characteristic, however, was rapidity of thought. If oneventured to suggest that she had not taken much time to arrive at anyconclusion, she would say, "I cannot help it; things flash across me."That peculiarity has been passed on to me in full strength; it has oftenstood me in good stead; it has sometimes played me sad tricks, and ithas always been a danger. But, after all, if my time were to come overagain, there is nothing I would less willingly part with than myinheritance of mother-wit.
[Restless, talkative, untiring to the day of her death, she was atsixty-six "as active and energetic as a young woman." His early devotionto her was remarkable. Describing her to his future wife he writes:—]
As a child my love for her was a passion. I have lain awake for hourscrying because I had a morbid fear of her death; her approbation was mygreatest reward, her displeasure my greatest punishment.
I have next to nothing to say about my childhood (he continues in theAutobiography). In later years my mother, looking at me almostreproachfully, would sometimes say, "Ah! you were such a pretty boy!"whence I had no difficulty in concluding that I had not fulfilled myearly promise in the matter of looks. In fact, I have a distinctrecollection of certain curls of which I was vain, and of a convictionthat I closely resembled that handsome, courtly gentleman, Sir HerbertOakley, who was vicar of our parish, and who was as a god to us countryfolk, because he was occasionally visited by the then Prince George ofCambridge. I remember turning my pinafore wrong side forwards in orderto represent a surplice, and preaching to my mother's maids in thekitchen as nearly as possible in Sir Herbert's manner one Sunday morningwhen the rest of the family were at church. That is the earliestindication of the strong clerical affinities which my friend Mr. HerbertSpencer has always ascribed to me, though I fancy they have for the mostpart remained in a latent state.
[There remains no record of his having been a very precocious child.Indeed, it is usually the eldest child whose necessary companionshipwith his elders wins him this reputation. The youngest remains a childamong children longer than any other of his brothers and sisters.
One talent, however, displayed itself early. The faculty of drawing heinherited from his father. But on the queer principle that training iseither unnecessary to natural capacity or even ruins it, he neverreceived regular instruction in drawing; and his draughtsmanship,vigorous as it was, and a genuine medium of artistic expression as wellas an admirable instrument in his own especial work, never reached thetechnical perfection of which it was naturally capable.
The amount of instruction, indeed of any kind, which he received wasscanty in the extreme. For a couple of years, from the age of eight toten, he was given a taste of the unreformed public school life, where,apart from the rough and ready mode of instruction in vogue and thenecessary obedience enforced to certain rules, no means were taken toreach the boys themselves, to guide them and help them in their schoollife. The new-comer was left to struggle for himself in a communitycomposed of human beings at their most heartlessly cruel age, untemperedby any external influence.
Here he had little enough of mental discipline, or that deliberatetraining of character which is a leading object of modern education. Onthe contrary, what he learnt was a knowledge of undisciplined humannature.]
My regular school training [he tells us], was of the briefest, perhapsfortunately; for though my way of life has made me acquainted with allsorts and conditions of men, from the highest to the lowest, Ideliberately affirm that the society I fell into at school was the worstI have ever known. We boys were average lads, with much the sameinherent capacity for good and evil as any others; but the people whowere set over us cared about as much for our intellectual and moralwelfare as if they were baby-farmers. We were left to the operation ofthe struggle for existence among ourselves; bullying was the least ofthe ill practices current among us. Almost the only cheerfulreminiscence in connection with the place which arises in my mind isthat of a battle I had with one of my classmates, who had bullied meuntil I could stand it no longer. I was a very slight lad, but there wasa wild-cat element in me which, when roused, made up for lack of weight,and I licked my adversary effectually. However, one of my firstexperiences of the extremely rough-and-ready nature of justice, asexhibited by the course of things in general, arose out of the fact thatI—the victor—had a black eye, while he—the vanquished—had none, sothat I got into disgrace and he did not. We made it up, and thereafter Iwas unmolested. One of the greatest shocks I ever received in my lifewas to be told a dozen years afterwards by the groom who brought me myhorse in a stable-yard in Sydney that he was my quondam antagonist. Hehad a long story of family misfortune to account for his position; butat that time it was necessary to deal very cautiously with mysteriousstrangers in New South Wales, and on inquiry I found that theunfortunate young man had not only been "sent out," but had undergonemore than one colonial conviction.
[His brief school career was happily cut short by the break up of theEaling establishment. On the death of Dr. Nicholas, his sons attemptedto carry on the school; but the numbers declined rapidly, and GeorgeHuxley, about 1835, returned to his native town of Coventry, where heobtained the modest post of manager of the Coventry savings bank, whilehis daughters eked out the slender family resources by keeping school.
In the meantime the boy Tom, as he was usually called, got little or noregular instruction. But he had an inquiring mind, and a singularlyearly turn for metaphysical speculation. He read everything he could layhands on in his father's library. Not satisfied with the ordinary lengthof the day, he used, when a boy of twelve, to light his candle beforedawn, pin a blanket round his shoulders, and sit up in bed to readHutton's "Geology." He discussed all manner of questions with hisparents and friends, for his quick and eager mind made it possible forhim to have friendships with people considerably older than himself.Among these may especially be noted his medical brother-in-law, Dr.Cooke of Coventry, who had married his sister Ellen in 1839, and throughwhom he early became interested in human anatomy; and George AndersonMay, at that time in business at Hinckley (a small weaving centre somedozen miles distant from Coventry), whom his friends who knew himafterwards in the home which he made for himself on the farm at Elford,near Tamworth, will remember for his genial spirit and native love ofletters. There was a real friendship between the two. The boy of fifteennotes down with pleasure his visits to the man of six-and-twenty, withwhom he could talk freely of the books he read, and the ideas hegathered about philosophy.
Afterwards, however, their ways lay far apart, and I believe they didnot meet again until the seventies, when Mr. May sent his children to beeducated in London, and his youngest son was at school with me; hisyounger daughter studied art at the Slade school with my sisters, andboth found a warm welcome in the home circle at Marlborough Place.
One of his boyish speculations was as to what would become of things iftheir qualities were taken away; and lighting upon Sir WilliamHamilton's "Logic," he devoured it to such good effect that when, yearsafterwards, he came to tackle the greater philosophers, especially theEnglish and the German, he found he had already a clear notion of wherethe key of metaphysic lay.
This early interest in metaphysics was another form of the intensecuriosity to discover the motive principle of things, the why and howthey act, that appeared in the boy's love of engineering and of anatomy.The unity of this motive and the accident which bade fair to ruin hislife at the outset, and actually levied a lifelong tax upon his bodilyvigour, are best told in his own words:—]
As I grew older, my great desire was to be a mechanical engineer, butthe fates were against this, and while very young I commenced the studyof medicine under a medical brother-in-law. But, though the Institute ofMechanical Engineers would certainly not own me, I am not sure that Ihave not all along been a sort of mechanical engineer in partibusinfidelium. I am now occasionally horrified to think how little I everknew or cared about medicine as the art of healing. The only part of myprofessional course which really and deeply interested me wasphysiology, which is the mechanical engineering of living machines; and,notwithstanding that natural science has been my proper business, I amafraid there is very little of the genuine naturalist in me. I nevercollected anything, and species work was always a burden to me; what Icared for was the architectural and engineering part of the business,the working out the wonderful unity of plan in the thousands andthousands of diverse living constructions, and the modifications ofsimilar apparatuses to serve diverse ends. The extraordinary attractionI felt towards the study of the intricacies of living structure nearlyproved fatal to me at the outset. I was a mere boy—I think betweenthirteen and fourteen years of age—when I was taken by some olderstudent friends of mine to the first post-mortem examination I everattended. All my life I have been most unfortunately sensitive to thedisagreeables which attend anatomical pursuits, but on this occasion mycuriosity overpowered all other feelings, and I spent two or three hoursin gratifying it. I did not cut myself, and none of the ordinarysymptoms of dissection-poison supervened, but poisoned I was somehow,and I remember sinking into a strange state of apathy. By way of a lastchance, I was sent to the care of some good, kind people, friends of myfather's, who lived in a farmhouse in the heart of Warwickshire. Iremember staggering from my bed to the window on the bright springmorning after my arrival, and throwing open the casement. Life seemed tocome back on the wings of the breeze, and to this day the faint odour ofwood-smoke, like that which floated across the farmyard in the earlymorning, is as good to me as the "sweet south upon a bed of violets." Isoon recovered, but for years I suffered from occasional paroxysms ofinternal pain, and from that time my constant friend, hypochondriacaldyspepsia, commenced his half-century of co-tenancy of my fleshlytabernacle.
[Some little time after his return from the voyage of the "Rattlesnake,"Huxley succeeded in tracing his good Warwickshire friends again. Aletter of May 11, 1852, from one of them, Miss K. Jaggard, tells howthey had lost sight of the Huxleys after their departure from Coventry;how they were themselves dispersed by death, marriage, or retirement;and then proceeds to draw a lively sketch of the long delicate-lookinglad, which clearly refers to this period or a little later.]
My brother and sister who were living at Grove Fields when you visitedthere, have now retired from the cares of business, and are living verycomfortably at Leamington…I suppose you remember Mr. Joseph Russell,who used to live at Avon Dassett. He is now married and gone to live atGrove Fields, so that it is still occupied by a person of the same nameas when you knew it. But it is very much altered in appearance since thetime when such merry and joyous parties of aunts and cousins used toassemble there. I assure you we have often talked of "Tom Huxley" (whowas sometimes one of the party) looking so thin and ill, and pretendingto make hay with one hand, while in the other he held a German book! Doyou remember it? And the picnic at Scar Bank? And how often too yourpatience was put to the test in looking for your German books which hadbeen hidden by some of those playful companions who were rather lessinclined for learning than yourself?
[It is interesting to see from this letter and from a journal, to bequoted hereafter, that he had thus early begun to teach himself German,an undertaking more momentous in its consequences than the boy dreamedof. The knowledge of German thus early acquired was soon of the utmostservice in making him acquainted with the advance of biologicalinvestigation on the continent at a time when few indeed among Englishmen of science were able to follow it at first hand, and turn the lightof the newest theories upon their own researches.
It is therefore peculiarly interesting to note the cause whichdetermined the young Huxley to take up the study of so little read alanguage. I have more than once heard him say that this was one half ofthe debt he owed to Carlyle, the other half being an intense hatred ofshams of every sort and kind. The translations from the German, theconstant references to German literature and philosophy, fired him totry the vast original from which these specimens were quarried, for thesake partly of the literature, but still more of the philosophy. Thetranslation of "Wilhelm Meister," and some of the "Miscellaneous Essays"together, with "The French Revolution," were certainly among works ofCarlyle with which he first made acquaintance, to be followed later by"Sartor Resartus," which for many years afterwards was his Enchiridion,as he puts it in an unpublished autobiographical fragment.
By great good fortune, a singularly interesting glimpse of my father'slife from the age of fifteen onwards has been preserved in the shape ofa fragmentary journal which he entitled, German fashion, "Thoughts andDoings." Begun on September 29, 1840, it is continued for a couple ofyears, and concludes with some vigorous annotations in 1845, when thelittle booklet emerged from a three years' oblivion at the bottom of anold desk. Early as this journal is, in it the boy displays three habitsafterwards characteristic of the man: the habit of noting down anystriking thought or saying he came across in the course of his reading;of speculating on the causes of things and discussing the right andwrong of existing institutions; and of making scientific experiments,using them to correct his theories.
The first entry, the heading, as it were, and keynote of all the rest,is a quotation from Novalis;—"Philosophy can bake no bread; but it canprove for us God, freedom, and immortality. Which, now, is morepractical, Philosophy or Economy?" The reference here given is to aGerman edition of Novalis, so that it seems highly probable that the boyhad learnt enough of the language to translate a bit for himself,though, as appears from entries in 1841, he had still to master thegrammar completely.
In science, he was much interested in electricity; he makes a galvanicbattery] "in view of experiment to get crystallized carbon. Got itdeposited, but not crystallized." [Other experiments and theorising uponthem are recorded in the following year. Another entry showing thecourage of youth, deserves mention:—]
October 5 (1840).—Began speculating on the cause of colours at sunset.Has any explanation of them ever been attempted? [which is supplementedby an extract] from old book.
[We may also remark the early note of Radicalism and resistance toanything savouring of injustice or oppression, together with the naivehonesty of the admission that his opinions may change with years.]
October 25 (at Hinckley).—Read Dr. S. Smith on the DivineGovernment.—Agree with him partly.—I should say that a general beliefin his doctrines would have a very injurious effect on morals.
November 22.—…Had a long talk with my mother and father about theright to make Dissenters pay church rates—and whether there ought to beany Establishment. I maintain that there ought not in both cases—Iwonder what will be my opinion ten years hence? I think now that it isagainst all laws of justice to force men to support a church with whoseopinions they cannot conscientiously agree. The argument that the rateis so small is very fallacious. It is as much a sacrifice of principleto do a little wrong as to do a great one.
November 22 (Hinckley).—Had a long argument with Mr. May on the natureof the soul and the difference between it and matter. I maintained thatit could not be proved that matter is ESSENTIALLY—as to itsbase—different from soul. Mr. M. wittily said, soul was theperspiration of matter.
We cannot find the absolute basis of matter: we only know it by itsproperties; neither know we the soul in any other way. Cogito ergo sumis the only thing that we CERTAINLY know.
Why may not soul and matter be of the same substance (i.e. basis whereonto fix qualities, for we cannot suppose a quality to exist per se—itmust have a something to qualify), but with different qualities.
Let us suppose then an Eon—a something with no quality but that ofexistence—this Eon endued with all the intelligence, mental qualities,and that in the highest degree—is God. This combination of intelligencewith existence we may suppose to have existed from eternity. At thecreation we may suppose that a portion of the Eon was separated from theintelligence, and it was ordained—it became a natural law—that itshould have the properties of gravitation, etc.—that is, that it shouldgive to man the ideas of those properties. The Eon in this state ismatter in the abstract. Matter, then, is Eon in the simplest form inwhich it possesses qualities appreciable by the senses. Out of thismatter, by the superimposition of fresh qualities, was made all thingsthat are.
1841.
January 7.—Came to Rotherhithe. [See Chapter 1.2.]
June 20.—What have I done in the way of acquiring knowledge since
January?
Projects begun:—
1. German (to be learnt).
2. Italian (to be learnt).
3. To read Muller's "Physiology."
4. To prepare for the Matriculation Examination at London Universitywhich requires knowledge of:—
a. Algebra—Geometry (did not begin to read for this till April.
b. Natural Philosophy (did not begin to read for this till April.
c. Chemistry.
d. Greek—Latin.
e. English History down to end of seventeenth century.
f. Ancient History. English Grammar.
5. To make copious notes of all things I read.
Projects completed:—
1. Partly.
2. Not at all.
3 and 5, stuck to these pretty closely.
4.e. Read as far as Henry III in Hume.
a. Evolution and involution.
b. Refraction of light—Polarisation partly.
c. Laws of combination—must read them over again.
d. Nothing.
f. Nothing.
I must get on faster than this. I MUST adopt a fixed plan of studies,for unless this is done I find time slips away without knowing it—andlet me remember this—that it is better to read a little and thoroughly,than cram a crude undigested mass into my head, though it be great inquantity.
(This is about the only resolution I have ever stuck to—1845.)
(Well do I remember how in that little narrow surgery I used to workmorning after morning and evening after evening at that insufferably dryand profitless book, Hume's "History," how I worked against hope throughthe series of thefts, robberies, and throat-cutting in those three firstvolumes, and how at length I gave up the task in utter disgust anddespair.
Macintosh's "History," on the other hand, I remember reading with greatpleasure, and also Guizot's "Civilisation in Europe," the scientifictheoretical form of the latter especially pleased me, but the want ofsufficient knowledge to test his conclusions was a great drawback.1845.)
[There follow notes of work done in successive weeks—June 20 to August9, and September 27 to October 4. History, German, Mathematics, Physics,Physiology; makes an electro-magnet; reads Guizot's "History ofCivilisation in Europe," on which he remarks] an excellent work—verytough reading, though.
[At the beginning of October, under "Miscellaneous,"] Became acquaintedwith constitution of French Chambre des deputes and their parties.
[It was his practice to note any sayings that struck him:—]
Truths: "I hate all people who want to found sects. It is not error butsects—it is not error but sectarian error, nay, and even sectariantruth, which causes the unhappiness of mankind."—Lessing.
"It is only necessary to grow old to become more indulgent. I see nofault committed that I have not committed myself…"—Goethe.
"One solitary philosopher may be great, virtuous, and happy in the midstof poverty, but not a whole nation…"—Isaac Iselin.
1842.
January 30, Sunday evening.
I have for some time been pondering over a classification of knowledge.My scheme is to divide all knowledge in the first place into two granddivisions.
1. Objective—that for which a man is indebted to the external world;and
2. Subjective—that which he has acquired or may acquire by inwardcontemplation.
Subjective.
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Metaphysics.
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Metaphysics proper, Mathematics, Logic, Theology, Morality.
Objective.
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Morality, History, Physiology, Physics.
Metaphysics comes immediately, of course, under the first (2) head—thatis to say, the relations of the mind to itself; of this Mathematics andLogic, together with Theology, are branches.
I am in doubt under which head to put morality, for I cannot determineexactly in my own mind whether morality can exist independent of others,whether the idea of morality could ever have arisen in the mind of anisolated being or not. I am rather inclined to the opinion that it isobjective.
Under the head of objective knowledge comes first Physics, including thewhole body of the relations of inanimate unorganised bodies; secondly,Physiology. Including the structure and functions of animal bodies,including language and Psychology; thirdly comes History.
One object for which I have attempted to form an arrangement ofknowledge is that I may test the amount of my own acquirements. I shallform an extensive list of subjects on this plan, and as I acquire anyone of them I shall strike it out of the list. May the list soon getblack! though at present I shall hardly be able, I am afraid, to spotthe paper.
(A prophecy! a prophecy, 1845!).
[April 1842 introduces a number of quotations from Carlyle'sMiscellaneous Writings, "Characteristics," some clear and crisp, otherssinking into Carlyle's own vein of speculative mysticism, e.g.]
"In the mind as in the body the sign of health is unconsciousness."
"Of our thinking it is but the upper surface that we shape intoarticulate thought; underneath the region of argument and consciousdiscourse lies the region of meditation."
"Genius is ever a secret to itself."
"The healthy understanding, we should say, is neither the argumentativenor the Logical, but the Intuitive, for the end of understanding is notto prove and find reasons but to know and believe" (!)
"The ages of heroism are not ages of Moral Philosophy. Virtue, when itis philosophised of, has become aware of itself, is sickly and beginningto decline."
[At the same time more electrical experiments are recorded; and theoriesare advanced with pros and cons to account for the facts observed.
The last entry was made three years later:—]
October 1845.—I have found singular pleasure—having accidentally rakedthis Buchlein from a corner of my desk—in looking over these scraps ofnotices of my past existence; an illustration of J. Paul's saying that aman has but to write down his yesterday's doings, and forthwith theyappear surrounded with a poetic halo.
But after all, these are but the top skimmings of these five years'living. I hardly care to look back into the seething depths of theworking and boiling mass that lay beneath all this froth, and indeed Ihardly know whether I could give myself any clear account of it.Remembrances of physical and mental pain…absence of sympathy, andthence a choking up of such few ideas as I did form clearly within myown mind.
Grief too, yet at the misfortune of others, for I have had few properlymy own; so much the worse, for in that case I might have said or donesomewhat, but here was powerless.
Oh, Tom, trouble not thyself about sympathy; thou hast two stout legsand young, wherefore need a staff?
Furthermore, it is twenty minutes past two, and time to go to bed.
Buchlein, it will be long before my secretiveness remains so quietagain; make the most of what thou hast got.
CHAPTER 1.2.
1841-1846.
[The migration to Rotherhithe, noted under date of January 9, 1841, wasa fresh step in his career. In 1839 both his sisters married, and bothmarried doctors. Dr. Cooke, the husband of the elder sister, who wassettled in Coventry, had begun to give him some instruction in theprinciples of medicine as early as the preceding June. It was nowarranged that he should go as assistant to Mr. Chandler, of Rotherhithe,a practical preliminary to walking the hospitals and obtaining a medicaldegree in London. His experiences among the poor in the dock region ofthe East of London—for Dr. Chandler had charge of the parish—suppliedhim with a grim commentary on his diligent reading in Carlyle. Lookingback on this period, he writes:—]
The last recorded speech of Professor Teufelsdrockh proposes the toast'Die Sache der Armen in Gottes und Teufelsnamen' (The cause of the Poorin Heaven's name and —'s.) The cause of the Poor is the burden of "Pastand Present," "Chartism," and "Latter-Day Pamphlets." To me…thisadvocacy of the cause of the poor appealed very strongly…because…Ihad had the opportunity of seeing for myself something of the way thepoor live. Not much, indeed, but still enough to give a terriblefoundation of real knowledge to my speculations.
[After telling how he came to know something of the East End, heproceeds:—]
I saw strange things there—among the rest, people who came to me formedical aid, and who were really suffering from nothing but slowstarvation. I have not forgotten—am not likely to forget so long asmemory holds—a visit to a sick girl in a wretched garret where two orthree other women, one a deformed woman, sister of my patient, were busyshirt-making. After due examination, even my small medical knowledgesufficed to show that my patient was merely in want of some better foodthan the bread and bad tea on which these people were living. I said soas gently as I could, and the sister turned upon me with a kind ofchoking passion. Pulling out of her pocket a few pence and halfpence,and holding them out, "That is all I get for six and thirty hours' work,and you talk about giving her proper food."
Well, I left that to pursue my medical studies, and it so happened theshortest way between the school which I attended and the library of theCollege of Surgeons, where my spare hours were largely spent, laythrough certain courts and alleys, Vinegar Yard and others, which arenow nothing like what they were then. Nobody would have found robbing mea profitable employment in those days, and I used to walk through thesewretched dens without let or hindrance. Alleys nine or ten feet wide, Isuppose, with tall houses full of squalid drunken men and women, and thepavement strewed with still more squalid children. The place of air wastaken by a steam of filthy exhalations; and the only relief to thegeneral dull apathy was a roar of words—filthy and brutal beyondimagination—between the closed-packed neighbours, occasionally endingin a general row. All this almost within hearing of the traffic of theStrand, within easy reach of the wealth and plenty of the city.
I used to wonder sometimes why these people did not sally forth in massand get a few hours' eating and drinking and plunder to their hearts'content, before the police could stop and hang a few of them. But thepoor wretches had not the heart even for that. As a slight, wiryLiverpool detective once said to me when I asked him how it was hemanaged to deal with such hulking ruffians as we were among, "Lord blessyou, sir, drink and disease leave nothing in them."
[This early contact with the sternest facts of the social problemimpressed him profoundly. And though not actively employed in what isgenerally called "philanthropy," still he did his part, hopefully butsoberly, not only to throw light on the true issues and to strip awaymake-believe from them, but also to bring knowledge to the workingclasses, and to institute machinery by which capacity should be caughtand led to a position where it might be useful instead of dangerous tosocial order.
After some time, however, he left Mr. Chandler to join his secondbrother-in-law (John Godwin Scott.), who had set up in the north ofLondon, and to whom he was duly apprenticed, as his brother James hadbeen before him. This change gave him more time and opportunity topursue his medical education. He attended lectures at the SydenhamCollege, and, as has been seen, began to prepare for the matriculationexamination of the University of London. At the Sydenham College he metwith no little success, winning, besides certificates of merit in otherdepartments, a prize—his first prize—for botany. His vividrecollections, given below, of this entry into the scientific arena aretaken from a journal he kept for his fiancee during his absence fromSydney on the cruises of the "Rattlesnake."]
ON BOARD H.M.S. "RATTLESNAKE," CHRISTMAS 1847.
Next summer it will be six years since I made my first trial in theworld. My first public competition, small as it was, was an epoch in mylife. I had been attending (it was my first summer session) thebotanical lectures at Chelsea. One morning I observed a notice stuckup—a notice of a public competition for medals, etc., to take place onthe 1st August (if I recollect right). It was then the end of May orthereabouts. I remember looking longingly at the notice, and some onesaid to me, "Why don't you go in and try for it?" I laughed at the idea,for I was very young, and my knowledge somewhat of the vaguest.Nevertheless I mentioned the matter to S. [his brother-in-law.] when Ireturned home. He likewise advised me to try, and so I determined Iwould. I set to work in earnest, and perseveringly applied myself tosuch works as I could lay my hands on, Lindley's and De Candolle's"Systems" and the "Annales des Sciences Naturelles" in the BritishMuseum. I tried to read Schleiden, but my German was insufficient.
For a young hand I worked really hard from eight or nine in the morninguntil twelve at night, besides a long hot summer's walk over to Chelseatwo or three times a week to hear Lindley. A great part of the time Iworked till sunrise. The result was a sort of ophthalmia which kept mefrom reading at night for months afterwards.
The day of the examination came, and as I went along the passage to goout I well remember dear Lizzie [His eldest sister, Mrs. Scott.], halfin jest, half in earnest, throwing her shoe after me, as she said, forluck. She was alone, beside S., in the secret, and almost as anxious asI was. How I reached the examination room I hardly know, but I recollectfinding myself at last with pen and ink and paper before me and fiveother beings, all older than myself, at a long table. We stared at oneanother like strange cats in a garret, but at length the examiner (Ward)entered, and before each was placed the paper of questions and sundryplants. I looked at my questions, but for some moments could hardly holdmy pen, so extreme was my nervousness; but when I once fairly began, myideas crowded upon me almost faster than I could write them. And so weall sat, nothing heard but the scratching of the pens and the occasionalcrackle of the examiner's "Times" as he quietly looked over the news ofthe day.
The examination began at eleven. At two they brought in lunch. It was agood meal enough, but the circumstances were not particularly favourableto enjoyment, so after a short delay we resumed our work. It began to beevident between whom the contest lay, and the others determined that Iwas one man's competitor and Stocks [John Ellerton Stocks, M.D., London,distinguished himself as a botanist in India. He travelled and collectedin Beloochistan and Scinde; died 1854.] (he is now in the East Indiaservice) the other. Scratch, scratch, scratch! Four o'clock came, theusual hour of closing the examination, but Stocks and I had not halfdone, so with the consent of the others we petitioned for an extension.The examiner was willing to let us go on as long as we liked. Never didI see man write like Stocks; one might have taken him for an attorney'sclerk writing for his dinner. We went on. I had finished a little aftereight, he went on till near nine, and then we had tea and dispersed.
Great were the greetings I received when I got home, where my longabsence had caused some anxiety. The decision would not take place forsome weeks, and many were the speculations made as to the probabilitiesof success. I for my part managed to forget all about it, and went on myordinary avocations without troubling myself more than I could possiblyhelp about it. I knew too well my own deficiencies to have been eithersurprised or disappointed at failure, and I made a point of shatteringall involuntary "castles in the air" as soon as possible. My worstanticipations were realised. One day S. came to me with a sorrowfulexpression of countenance. He had inquired of the Beadle as to thedecision, and ascertained on the latter's authority that all thesuccessful candidates were University College men, whereby, of course, Iwas excluded. I said, "Very well, the thing was not to be helped," putmy best face upon the matter, and gave up all thoughts of it. Lizzie,too, came to comfort me, and, I believe, felt it more than I did. Whatwas my surprise on returning home one afternoon to find myself suddenlyseized, and the whole female household vehemently insisting on kissingme. It appeared an official-looking letter had arrived for me, andLizzie, as I did not appear, could not restrain herself from opening it.I was second, and was to receive a medal accordingly, and dine with theguild on the 9th November to have it bestowed.[Silver Medal of the Pharmaceutical Society, 9th November 1842. Anotherbotanical prize is a book—"La Botanique," by A. Richard—with thefollowing inscription:—
THOMAE HUXLEY
In Exercitatione Botanices
Apud Scholam Collegii Sydenhamiensis
Optime Merenti
Hunc librum dono dedit
RICARDUS D. HOBLYN, Botanices Professor.]
I dined with the company, and bore my share in both pudding and praise,but the charm of success lay in Lizzie's warm congratulation andsympathy. Since then she always took upon herself to prophesy touchingthe future fortunes of "the boy."
[The haphazard, unsystematic nature of preliminary medical study herepresented cannot fail to strike one with wonder. Thomas Huxley was nowseventeen; he had already had two years' "practice in pharmacy" as atestimonial put it. After a similar apprenticeship, his brother had madethe acquaintance of the director of the Gloucester Lunatic Asylum, andwas given by him the post of dispenser or "apothecary," which he filledso satisfactorily as to receive a promise that if he went to London fora couple of years to complete his medical training, a substitute shouldbe appointed meanwhile to keep the place until he returned.
The opportunity to which both the brothers looked came in the shape ofthe Free Scholarships offered by the Charing Cross Hospital to studentswhose parents were unable to pay for their education. Testimonials as tothe position and general education of the candidates were required, andit is curious that one of the persons applied to by the elder Huxley wasJ.H. Newman, at that time Vicar of Littlemore, who had been educated atDr. Nicholas' School at Ealing.
The application for admission to the lectures and other teaching at theHospital states of the young T.H. Huxley that "He has a fair knowledgeof Latin, reads French with facility, and knows something of German. Hehas also made considerable progress in the Mathematics, having, as faras he has advanced, a thorough not a superficial knowledge of thesubject." The document ends in the following confident words:—
I appeal to the certificates and testimonials that will be herewithsubmitted for evidence of their past conduct, offering prospectivelythat these young men, if elected to the Free Scholarships of the CharingCross Hospital and Medical College, will be diligent students, and inall things submit themselves to the controul and guidance of theDirector and Medical Officers of the establishment. A father may bepardoned, perhaps, for adding his belief that these young men willhereafter reflect credit on any institution from which they may receivetheir education.
The authorities replied that "although it is not usual to receive twomembers of the same family at the same time, the officers taking intoconsideration the age of Mr. Huxley, sen., the numerous and satisfactorytestimonials of his respectability, and of the good conduct and meritsof the candidates, have decided upon admitting Mr. J.E. and Mr. T.Huxley on this occasion."
The brothers began their hospital course on October 1, 1842. Here, aftera time, my father seems to have begun working more steadily andsystematically than he had done before, under the influence of a reallygood teacher.]
Looking back [he says] on my "Lehrjahre," I am sorry to say that I donot think that any account of my doings as a student would tend toedification. In fact, I should distinctly warn ingenuous youth to avoidimitating my example. I worked extremely hard when it pleased me, andwhen it did not, which was a very frequent case, I was extremely idle(unless making caricatures of one's pastors and masters is to be calleda branch of industry), or else wasted my energies in wrong directions. Iread everything I could lay hands upon, including novels, and took upall sorts of pursuits to drop them again quite as speedily. No doubt itwas very largely my own fault, but the only instruction from which Iobtained the proper effect of education was that which I received fromMr. Wharton Jones, who was the lecturer on physiology at the CharingCross School of Medicine. The extent and precision of his knowledgeimpressed me greatly, and the severe exactness of his method oflecturing was quite to my taste. I do not know that I have ever felt somuch respect for anybody as a teacher before or since. I worked hard toobtain his approbation, and he was extremely kind and helpful to theyoungster who, I am afraid, took up more of his time than he had anyright to do. It was he who suggested the publication of my firstscientific paper—a very little one—in the "Medical Gazette" of 1845,and most kindly corrected the literary faults which abounded in it,short as it was; for at that time, and for many years afterwards, Idetested the trouble of writing, and would take no pains with it.
[He never forgot his debt to Wharton Jones, and years afterwards wasdelighted at being able to do him a good turn, by helping to obtain apension for him. But although in retrospect he condemns the fitfulnessof his energies and his want of system, which left much to be learnedafterwards, which might with advantage have been learned then, still itwas his energy that struck his contemporaries. I have a story from oneof them that when the other students used to go out into the court ofthe hospital after lectures were over, they would invariably catch sightof young Huxley's dark head at a certain window bent over a microscopewhile they amused themselves outside. The constant silhouette framed inthe outlines of the window tickled the fancy of the young fellows, and awag amongst them dubbed it with a name that stuck, "The Sign of the Headand Microscope."
The scientific paper, too, which he mentions, was somewhat remarkableunder the circumstances. It is not given to every medical student tomake an anatomical discovery, even a small one. In this case the boy ofnineteen, investigating things for himself, found a hithertoundiscovered membrane in the root of the human hair, which received thename of Huxley's layer.
Speculations, too, such as had filled his mind in early boyhood, stillhaunted his thoughts. In one of his letters from the "Rattlesnake," hegives an account of how he was possessed in his student days by thatproblem which has beset so many a strong imagination, the problem ofperpetual motion, and even sought an interview with Faraday, whom heleft with the resolution to meet the great man some day on a more equalfooting.]
March 1848.
To-day, ruminating over the manifold ins and outs of life in general,and my own in particular, it came into my head suddenly that I wouldwrite down my interview with Faraday—how many years ago? Aye, there'sthe rub, for I have completely forgotten. However, it must have been ineither my first or second winter session at Charing Cross, and it wasbefore Christmas I feel sure.
I remember how my long brooding perpetual motion scheme (which I hadmade more than one attempt to realise, but failed owing to insufficientmechanical dexterity) had been working upon me, depriving me of resteven, and heating my brain with chateaux d'Espagne of endless variety. Iremember, too, it was Sunday morning when I determined to put thequestions, which neither my wits nor my hands would set at rest, intosome hands for decision, and I determined to go before some tribunalfrom whence appeal should be absurd.
But to whom to go? I knew no one among the high priests of science, andgoing about with a scheme for perpetual motion was, I knew, for mostpeople the same thing as courting ridicule among high and low. After allI fixed upon Faraday, possibly perhaps because I knew where he was to befound, but in part also because the cool logic of his works made me hopethat my poor scheme would be treated on some other principle than thatof mere previous opinion one way or other. Besides, the known courtesyand affability of the man encouraged me. So I wrote a letter, drew aplan, enclosed the two in an envelope, and tremblingly betook myself onthe following afternoon to the Royal Institution.
"Is Dr. Faraday here?" said I to the porter. "No, sir, he has just goneout." I felt relieved. "Be good enough to give him this letter," and Iwas hurrying out when a little man in a brown coat came in at the glassdoor. "Here is Dr. Faraday," said the man, and gave him my letter. Heturned to me and courteously inquired what I wished. "To submit to youthat letter, sir, if you are not occupied." "My time is always occupied,sir, but step this way," and he led me into the museum or library, for Iforget which it was, only I know there was a glass case against which weleant. He read my letter, did not think my plan would answer. Was Iacquainted with mechanism, what we call the laws of motion? I saw allwas up with my poor scheme, so after trying a little to explain, in thecourse of which I certainly failed in giving him a clear idea of what Iwould be at, I thanked him for his attention, and went off asdissatisfied as ever. The sense of one part of the conversation I wellrecollect. He said "that were the perpetual motion possible, it wouldhave occurred spontaneously in nature, and would have overpowered allother forces," or words to that effect. I did not see the force of this,but did not feel competent enough to discuss the question.
However, all this exorcised my devil, and he has rarely come to troubleme since. Some future day, perhaps, I may be able to call Faraday'sattention more decidedly. Pergo modo! "wie das Gestirn, ohne Hast, ohneRast" (Das Gestirn in a midshipman's berth!).
[In other respects also his student's career was a brilliant one. In1843 he won the first chemical prize, the certificate stating that his"extraordinary diligence and success in the pursuit of this branch ofscience do him infinite honour." At the same time, he also won the firstprize in the class of anatomy and physiology. On the back of WhartonJones' certificate is scribbled in pencil: "Well, 'tis no matter. Honourpricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on? Howthen?"
Finally, in 1845 he went up for his M.B. at London University and won agold medal for anatomy and physiology, being second in honours in thatsection.
Whatever then he might think of his own work, judged by his ownstandards, he had done well enough as medical students go. But abrilliant career as a student did not suffice to start him in life orprovide him with a livelihood. How he came to enter the Navy is besttold in his own words.]
It was in the early spring of 1846, that, having finished my obligatorymedical studies and passed the first M.B. examination at the LondonUniversity, though I was still too young to qualify at the College ofSurgeons, I was talking to a fellow-student (the present eminentphysician, Sir Joseph Fayrer), and wondering what I should do to meetthe imperative necessity for earning my own bread, when my friendsuggested that I should write to Sir William Burnett, at that timeDirector-General for the Medical Service of the Navy, for anappointment. I thought this rather a strong thing to do, as Sir Williamwas personally unknown to me, but my cheery friend would not listen tomy scruples, so I went to my lodgings and wrote the best letter I coulddevise. A few days afterwards I received the usual official circular ofacknowledgment, but at the bottom there was written an instruction tocall at Somerset House on such a day. I thought that looked likebusiness, so at the appointed time I called and sent in my card while Iwaited in Sir William's anteroom. He was a tall, shrewd-looking oldgentleman, with a broad Scotch accent, and I think I see him now as heentered with my card in his hand. The first thing he did was to returnit, with the frugal reminder that I should probably find it useful onsome other occasion. The second was to ask whether I was an Irishman. Isuppose the air of modesty about my appeal must have struck him. Isatisfied the Director-General that I was English to the backbone, andhe made some inquiries as to my student career, finally desiring me tohold myself ready for examination. Having passed this, I was in HerMajesty's Service, and entered on the books of Nelson's old ship the"Victory," for duty at Haslar Hospital, about a couple of months aftermy application.
My official chief at Haslar was a very remarkable person, the late SirJohn Richardson, an excellent naturalist and far-famed as an indomitableArctic traveller. He was a silent, reserved man, outside the circle ofhis family and intimates; and having a full share of youthful vanity, Iwas extremely disgusted to find that "Old John," as we irreverentyoungsters called him, took not the slightest notice of my worshipfulself, either the first time I attended him, as it was my duty to do, orfor some weeks afterwards. I am afraid to think of the lengths to whichmy tongue may have run on the subject of the churlishness of the chief,who was, in truth, one of the kindest-hearted and most considerate ofmen. But one day, as I was crossing the hospital square, Sir Johnstopped me and heaped coals of fire on my head by telling me that he hadtried to get me one of the resident appointments, much coveted by theassistant-surgeons, but that the Admiralty had put in another man."However," said he, "I mean to keep you here till I can get yousomething you will like," and turned upon his heel without waiting forthe thanks I stammered out. That explained how it was I had not beenpacked off to the West Coast of Africa like some of my juniors, and why,eventually, I remained altogether seven months at Haslar.
After a long interval, during which "Old John" ignored my existencealmost as completely as before, he stopped me again as we met in acasual way, and describing the service on which the "Rattlesnake" waslikely to be employed, said that Captain Owen Stanley, who was tocommand the ship, had asked him to recommend an assistant surgeon whoknew something of science; would I like that? Of course I jumped at theoffer. "Very well, I give you leave; go to London at once and seeCaptain Stanley." I went, saw my future commander, who was very civil tome, and promised to ask that I should be appointed to his ship, as indue time I was. It is a singular thing that during the few months of mystay at Haslar I had among my messmates two future Directors-General ofthe Medical Service of the Navy (Sir Alexander Armstrong and Sir JohnWatt-Reid), with the present President of the College of Physicians, andmy kindest of doctors, Sir Andrew Clark.
A letter to his eldest sister, Lizzie, dated from Haslar May 24, 1846,shows how he regarded the prospect now opening before him.]
…As I see no special queries in your letter, I think I shall go on totell you what that same way of life is likely to be—my fortune havingalready been told for me (for the next five years at least). I told youin my last that I was likely to have a permanency here. Well, I wasrecommended by Sir John Richardson, and should have certainly had it,had not (luckily) the Admiralty put in a man of their own. Having a goodimpudent faith in my own star (Wie das Gestirn, ohne Hast, ohne Rast), Iknew this was only because I was to have something better, and so itturned out; for a day or two after I was ousted from the museum, Sir J.Richardson (who has shown himself for some reason or another a specialgood friend to me) told me that he had received a letter from CaptainOwen Stanley, who is to command an EXPLORING EXPEDITION to New Guinea(not coast of Africa, mind), requesting him to recommend an assistantsurgeon for this expedition—would I like the appointment? As you mayimagine I was delighted at the offer, and immediately accepted it. I wasrecommended accordingly to Captain Stanley and Sir W. Burnett, and Ishall be appointed as soon as the ship is in commission. We are to havethe "Rattlesnake," a 28-gun frigate, and as she will fit out here Ishall have no trouble. We sail probably in September.
New Guinea, as you may be aware, is a place almost unknown, and ourobject is to bring back a full account of its Geography, Geology, andNatural History. In the latter department with which I shall have (inaddition to my medical functions) somewhat to do, we shall form onegrand collection of specimens and deposit it in the British Museum orsome other public place, and this main object being always kept in view,we are at liberty to collect and work for ourselves as we please. Dependupon it unless some sudden attack of laziness supervenes, such anopportunity shall not slip unused out of my hands. The great difficultyin such a wide field is to choose an object. In this point, however, Ihope to be greatly assisted by the scientific folks, to many of whom Ihave already had introductions (Owen, Gray, Grant, Forbes), and this, Iassure you, I look upon as by no means the least of the advantages Ishall derive from being connected with the expedition. I have been twiceto town to see Captain Stanley. He is a son of the Bishop of Norwich, isan exceedingly gentlemanly man, a thorough scientific enthusiast, andshows himself altogether very much disposed to forward my views in everypossible way. Being a scientific man himself he will take care to havethe ship's arrangements as far as possible in harmony with scientificpursuits—a circumstance you would appreciate as highly as I do if youwere as well acquainted as I now am with the ordinary opportunities ofan assistant surgeon. Furthermore, I am given to understand that if onedoes anything at all, promotion is almost certain. So that altogether Iam in a very fair way, and would snap my fingers at the Grand Turk.Wharton Jones was delighted when I told him about my appointment. Dimvisions of strangely formed corpuscles seemed to cross his imaginationlike the ghosts of the kings in "Macbeth."
What seems his head
The likeness of a nucleated cell has on.
[The law's delays are proverbial, but on this occasion, as on the returnof the "Rattlesnake," the Admiralty seem to have been almost asprovoking to the eager young surgeon as any lawyer could have been. Theappointment was promised in May; it was not made till October. On the6th of that month there is another letter to his sister, giving fullerparticulars of his prospects on the voyage:—]
My dearest Lizzie,
At last I have really got my appointment and joined my ship. I was socompletely disgusted with the many delays that had occurred that I madeup my mind not to write to anybody again until I had my commission in myhand. Henceforward, like another Jonah, my dwelling-place will be the"inwards" of the "Rattlesnake," and upon the whole I really doubtwhether Jonah was much worse accommodated, so far as room goes, thanmyself. My total length, as you are aware, is considerable, 5 feet 11inches, possibly, but the height of the lower deck of the "Rattlesnake,"which will be my especial location, is at the outside 4 feet 10 inches.What I am to do with the superfluous foot I cannot divine. Happily,however, there is a sort of skylight into the berth, so that I shall beable to sit with the body in it and my head out.
Apart from joking, however, this is not such a great matter, and it isthe only thing I would see altered in the whole affair. The officers, asfar as I have seen them, are a very gentlemanly, excellent set of men,and considering we are to be together for four or five years, that is amatter of no small importance. I am not given to be sanguine, but Iconfess I expect a good deal to arise out of this appointment. In thefirst place, surveying ships are totally different from the ordinary runof men-of-war. The requisite discipline is kept up, but not in themartinet style. Less form is observed. From the men who are appointedhaving more or less scientific turns, they have more respect for oneanother than that given by mere position in the service, and hence thatposition is less taken advantage of. They are brought more into contact,and hence those engaged in the surveying service almost proverbiallystick by one another. To me, whose interest in the service is almost allto be made, this is a matter of no small importance.
Then again, in a surveying ship you can work. In an ordinary frigate ifa fellow has the talents of all the scientific men from Archimedesdownwards compressed into his own peculiar skull they are all lost. Evenif it were possible to study in a midshipmen's berth, you have not roomin your "chat" for more than a dozen books. But in the "Rattlesnake" thewhole poop is to be converted into a large chart-room with bookshelvesand tables and plenty of light. There I may read, draw, or microscopiseat pleasure, and as to books, I have a carte blanche from the Captain totake as many as I please, of which permission we shall availourself—rather—and besides all this, from the peculiar way in which Iobtained this appointment, I shall have a much wider swing thanassistant surgeons in general get. I can see clearly that certainbranches of the natural history work will fall into my hands if I manageproperly through Sir John Richardson, who has shown himself a very kindfriend all throughout, and also through Captain Stanley I have beenintroduced to several eminent zoologists—to Owen and Gray and Forbes ofKing's College. From all these men much is to be learnt which becomespeculiarly my own, and can of course only be used and applied by me.From Forbes especially I have learned and shall learn much with respectto dredging operations (which bear on many of the most interestingpoints of zoology). In consequence of this I may very likely beentrusted with the carrying of them out, and all that is so much themore towards my opportunities. Again, I have learnt the calotype processfor the express purpose of managing the calotype apparatus, for whichCaptain Stanley has applied to the Government.
And having once for all enumerated all these meaner prospects of merepersonal advancement, I must confess I do glory in the prospect of beingable to give myself up to my own favourite pursuits without therebyneglecting the proper duties of life. And then perhaps by the followingof my favourite motto:—
Wie das Gestirn,
Ohne Hast,
Ohne Rast:—
something may be done, and some of Sister Lizzie's fond imaginationsturn out not altogether untrue.
I perceive that I have nearly finished a dreadfully egotistical letter,but I know you like to hear of my doings, so shall not apologise. Kindregards to the Doctor and kisses to the babbies. Write me a long letterall about yourselves.
Your affectionate brother,
T.H. Huxley.
[One more description to complete the sketch of his quarters on boardthe "Rattlesnake." It is from a letter to his mother, written atPlymouth, where the "Rattlesnake" put in after leaving Portsmouth. Thecomparison with the ordinary quarters of an assistant-surgeon, and theshifts to which a studious man might be put in his endeavour to find aquiet spot to work in, have a flavour of Mr. Midshipman Easy about themto relieve the deplorable reality of his situation:—]
You will be very glad to know that I am exceedingly comfortable here. Mycabin has now got into tolerable order, and what with my books—whichare, I am happy to say, not a few—my gay curtain and the spicy oilclothwhich will be down on the floor, looks most respectable. Furthermore,although it is an unquestionably dull day I have sufficient light towrite here, without the least trouble, to read, or even if necessary, touse my microscope. I went to see a friend of mine on board the "Recruit"the other day, and truly I hugged myself when I compared my positionwith his. The berth where he and seven others eat their daily bread ishardly bigger than my cabin, except in height—and, of course, he has tosleep in a hammock. My friend is rather an eccentric character, and,being missed in the ship, was discovered the other day reading in themain-top—the only place, as he said, sufficiently retired for study.And this is really no exaggeration. If I had no cabin I should take todrinking in a month.
[It was during this period of waiting that he attended his first meetingof the British Association, which was held in 1846 at Southampton. Herehe obtained from Professor Edward Forbes one of his living specimens ofAmphioxus lanceolatus, and made an examination of its blood. The resultwas a short paper read at the following meeting of the Association,which showed that in the composition of its blood this lowly vertebrateapproached very near the invertebrates. ("Examination of the Corpusclesof the Blood of Amphioxus lanceolatus" "British Association Report" 18472 page 95 and "Scientific Memoirs" 1.)
CHAPTER 1.3.
1846-1849.
[It is a curious coincidence that, like two other leaders of science,Charles Darwin and Joseph Dalton Hooker, their close friend Huxley beganhis scientific career on board one of Her Majesty's ships. He was,however, to learn how little the British Government of that day, for allits professions, really cared for the advancement of knowledge. (The keyto this attitude on the part of the Admiralty is to be found in thescathing description in Briggs' "Naval Administration from 1827 to 1892"page 92, of the ruinous parsimony of either political party at this timewith regard to the navy—a policy the results of which were only tooapparent at the outbreak of the Crimean war. I quote a couple ofsentences, "The navy estimates were framed upon the lowest scale, andreduction pushed to the very verge of danger." "Even from a financialpoint of view the course pursued was the reverse of economical, andultimately led to wasteful and increased expenditure." Thus the liberalprofessions of the Admiralty were not fulfilled; its good will gave theyoung surgeon three and a half years of leave from active service; withan obdurate treasury, it could do no more.) But of the immense value tohimself of these years of hard training, the discipline, the knowledgeof men and of the capabilities of life, even without more than thebarest necessities of existence—of this he often spoke. As he puts itin his Autobiography:—]
Life on board Her Majesty's ships in those days was a very differentaffair from what it is now, and ours was exceptionally rough, as we wereoften many months without receiving letters or seeing any civilisedpeople but ourselves. In exchange, we had the interest of being aboutthe last voyagers, I suppose, to whom it could be possible to meet withpeople who knew nothing of firearms—as we did on the south coast of NewGuinea—and of making acquaintance with a variety of interesting savageand semi-civilised people. But, apart from experience of this kind andthe opportunities offered for scientific work, to me, personally, thecruise was extremely valuable. It was good for me to live under sharpdiscipline; to be down on the realities of existence by living on barenecessaries: to find how extremely well worth living life seemed to bewhen one woke up from a night's rest on a soft plank, with the sky forcanopy, and cocoa and weevilly biscuit the sole prospect for breakfast;and, more especially, to learn to work for the sake of what I got formyself out of it, even if it all went to the bottom and I along with it.My brother officers were as good fellows as sailors ought to be andgenerally are, but, naturally, they neither knew nor cared anythingabout my pursuits, nor understood why I should be so zealous in pursuitof the objects which my friends, the middies, christened "Buffons,"after the title conspicuous on a volume of the "Suites a Buffon," whichstood on my shelf in the chart-room.
[On the whole, life among the company of officers was satisfactoryenough. (The Assistant-Surgeon messed in the gun-room with the middies.A man in the midst of a lot of boys, with hardly any grown-upcompanions, often has a rather unenviable position; but, says CaptainHeath, who was one of these middies, Huxley's constant good spirits andfun, when he was not absorbed in his work, his freedom from anyassumption of superiority over them, made the boys his good comrades andallies.) Huxley's immediate superior, John Thompson, was a man ofsterling worth; and Captain Stanley was an excellent commander, andsympathetic withal. Among Huxley's messmates there was only one, theship's clerk, whoever made himself actively disagreeable, and a quarrelwith him only served to bring into relief the young surgeon's integrityand directness of action. After some dispute, in which he had beenworsted, this gentleman sought to avenge himself by dropping mysterioushints as to Huxley's conduct before joining the ship. He had beentreasurer of his mess; there had been trouble about the accounts, and ascandal had barely been averted. This was not long in coming to Huxley'sears. Furiously indignant as he was, he did not lose his self-control;but promptly inviting the members of the wardroom to meet as a court ofhonour, laid his case before them, and challenged his accuser to bringforward any tittle of evidence in support of his insinuations. Thelatter had nothing to say for himself, and made a formal retraction andapology. A signed account of the proceedings was kept by the firstofficer, and a duplicate by Huxley, as a defence against any possiblerevival of the slander.
On December 3, 1846, the "Rattlesnake" frigate left Spithead, buttouched again at Plymouth to ship 65,000 pounds sterling of specie forthe Cape. This delay was no pleasure to the young Huxley; it only servedto renew the pain of parting from home, so that, after writing a lastletter to reassure his mother as to the comfort of his present quarters,he was glad to lose sight of the English coast on the 11th.
Madeira was reached on the 18th. On the 26th they sailed for Rio deJaneiro, where they stayed from January 23 to February 2, 1847. HereHuxley had his first experience of tropical dredging in Botafago Bay,with Macgillivray, naturalist to the expedition. It was a memorableoccasion, the more so, because in the absence of a sieve they werecompelled to use their hands as strainers the first day. Happily thewant was afterwards supplied by a meat cover. From the following letterit seems that several prizes of value were taken in the dredge:—]
Rio de Janeiro, January 24, 1847.
My dear Mother,
Four weeks of lovely weather and uninterrupted fair winds brought us tothis southern fairyland. In my last letter I told you a considerableyarn about Madeira, I guess, and so for fear lest you should imagine mescenery mad I will spare you any description of Rio Harbour. Suffice itto say that it contends with the Bay of Naples for the title of the mostbeautiful place in the world. It must beat Naples in luxuriance andvariety of vegetation, but from all accounts, to say nothing of George's[his eldest brother] picture, falls behind it in the colours of sky andsea, that of the latter being in the harbour and for some distanceoutside of a dirty olive green like the washings of a painter's palette.
We have come in for the purpose of effecting some trifling repairs,which, though not essential to the safety of the ship, will neverthelessnaturally enhance the comfort of its inmates. This you will understandwhen I tell you that in consequence of these same defects I have hadwater an inch or two deep in my cabin, wish-washing about ever since weleft Madeira.
We crossed the line on the 13th of this month, and as one of theuninitiated I went through the usual tomfoolery practised on thatoccasion. The affair has been too often described for me to say anythingabout it. I had the good luck to be ducked and shaved early, and ofcourse took particular care to do my best in serving out the unhappybeggars who had to follow. I enjoyed the fun well enough at the time,but unquestionably it is on all grounds a most pernicious custom. Itswelled our sick list to double the usual amount, and one poor fellow, Iam sorry to say, died of the effects of pleurisy then contracted.
We have been quite long enough at sea now to enable me to judge how Ishall get on in the ship, and to form a very clear idea of how it fitsme and how I fit it. In the first place I am exceedingly well andexceedingly contented with my lot. My opinion of the advantages lyingopen to me increases rather than otherwise as I see my way about me. Iam on capital terms with all the superior officers, and I find themready to give me all facilities. I have a place for my books andmicroscope in the chart room, and there I sit and read in the morningmuch as though I were in my rooms in Agar Street. My immediate superior,Johnny Thompson, is a long-headed good fellow without a morsel of humbugabout him—a man whom I thoroughly respect, both morally andintellectually. I think it will be my fault if we are not fast friendsthrough the commission. One friend on board a ship is as much as anybodyhas a right to expect.
It is just the interval between the sea and the land breezes, the sealike glass, and not a breath stirring. I shall become soup if I do notgo on deck. Temperature in sun at noon 86 in shade, 139 in sun. N.B.—Ithas been up to 89 in shade, 139 in sun since this.
March 28, 1847.
I see I concluded with a statement of temperature. Since then it hasbeen considerably better—140 in sun; however, in the shade it rarelyrises above 86 or so, and when the sea or land breezes are blowing thisis rather pleasant than otherwise.
I have been ashore two or three times. The town is like most Portuguesetowns, hot and stinking, the odours here being improved by a strongflavour of nigger from the slaves, of whom there is an immense number.They seem to do all the work, and their black skins shine in the sun asthough they had been touched up with Warren, 30 Strand. They are mostlyin capital condition, and on the whole look happier than thecorresponding class in England, the manufacturing and agricultural poor,I mean. I have a much greater respect for them than for their beastlyPortuguese masters, than whom there is not a more vile, ignorant, andbesotted nation under the sun. I only regret that such a gloriouscountry as this should be in such hands. Had Brazil been colonised byEnglishmen, it would by this time have rivalled our Indian Empire.
The naturalist Macgillivray and I have had several excursions underpretence of catching butterflies, etc. On the whole, however, I think wehave been most successful in imbibing sherry cobbler, which you get herein great perfection. By the way, tell Cooke [his brother-in-law], withmy kindest regards, that — is a lying old thief, many of the things hetold me about Macgillivray, e.g., being an ignoramus in natural history,etc. etc., having proved to be lies. He is at any rate a very goodornithologist, and, I can testify, is exceedingly zealous in hisvocation as a collector. As in these (points) Mr. —'s statements areunquestionably false, I must confess I feel greatly inclined todisbelieve his other assertions.
March 29.
We sail hence on Sunday for the Cape, so I will finish up. If you havenot already written to me at that place, direct your letters to H.M.S."Rattlesnake," Sydney (to wait arrival). We shall probably be at theCape some weeks surveying, thence shall be take ourselves to theMauritius, and leave a card on Paul and Virginia, thence on to Sydney;but it is of no use to direct to any place but the last.
P.S.—The Rattlesnakes are not idle. We shall most likely have somethingto say to the English savans before long. If I have any frizz in thefire I will let you know.
[He gives a fuller account of this piece of work in a letter to hissister, dated Sydney, August 1, 1847. The two papers in question, asappears from the briefest notice in the "Proceedings of the LinneanSociety," ascribing them to William (!) Huxley, were read in 1849:—]
In my last letter I think I mentioned to you that I had worked out andsent home to the President of the Linnean Society, through CaptainStanley, an account of Physalia, or Portuguese man-of-war as it iscalled, an animal whose structure and affinities had never been workedout. The careful investigation I made gave rise to several new ideascovering the whole class of animals to which this creature belongs, andthese ideas I have had the good fortune to have had many opportunitiesof working out in the course of our subsequent wanderings, so that I amprovided with materials for a second paper far more considerable inextent, and embracing an altogether wider field. This second paper isnow partly in esse—that is, written out—and partly in posse—that is,in my head; but I shall send it before leaving. Its title will be"Observations upon the Anatomy of the Diphydae, and upon the Unity ofOrganisation of the Diphydae and Physophoridae," and it will have lotsof figures to illustrate it. Now when we return from the north I hope tohave collected materials for a much bigger paper than either of these,and to which they will serve as steps. If my present anticipations turnout correct, this paper will achieve one of the great ends of Zoologyand Anatomy, namely, the reduction of two or three apparently widelyseparated and incongruous groups into modifications of the single type,every step of the reasoning being based upon anatomical facts. There!Think yourself lucky you have only got that to read instead of theslight abstract of all three papers with which I had some intention offavouring you. [These papers are to be found in volume 1 of the"Scientific Memoirs" of T.H. Huxley page 9.]
But five years ago you threw a slipper after me for luck on my firstexamination, and I must have you to do it for everything else.
[At the Cape a stay of a month was made, from March 6 to April 10, andcertain surveying work was done, after which the "Rattlesnake" sailedfor Mauritius. In spite of the fact that the novelty of tropical sceneryhad worn off, the place made a deep impression. He writes to his mother,May 15, 1847:—]
After a long and somewhat rough passage from the Cape, we made thehighland of the Isle of France on the afternoon of the 3rd of thismonth, and passing round the northern extremity of the island, weretowed into Port Louis by the handsomest of tugs about noon on the 4th.In my former letter I have spoken to you of the beauty of the places wehave visited, of the picturesque ruggedness of Madeira, the fineluxuriance of Rio, and the rude and simple grandeur of South Africa.Much of my admiration has doubtless arisen from the novelty of thesetropical or semitropical scenes, and would be less vividly revived by asecond visit. I have become in a manner blase with fine sights andsomething of a critic. All this is to lead you to believe that I havereally some grounds for the raptures I am going into presently aboutMauritius. In truth it is a complete paradise, and if I had nothingbetter to do, I should pick up some pretty French Eve (and there areplenty) and turn Adam. N.B. There are NO serpents in the island.
This island is, you know, the scene of St. Pierre's beautiful story ofPaul and Virginia, over which I suppose most people have sentimentalisedat one time or another of their lives. Until we reached here I did notknow that the tale was like the lady's improver—a fiction founded onfact, and that Paul and Virginia were at one time flesh and blood, andthat their veritable dust was buried at Pamplemousses in a spotconsidered as one of the lions of the place, and visited as classicground. Now, though I never was greatly given to the tender andsentimental, and have not had any tendencies that way greatly increasedby the elegancies and courtesies of a midshipman's berth,—not to saythat, as far as I recollect, Mdlle. Virginia was a bit of a prude, andM. Paul a pump,—yet were it but for old acquaintance sake, I determinedon making a pilgrimage. Pamplemousses is a small village about sevenmiles from Port Louis, and the road to it is lined by rows of tamarindtrees, of cocoanut trees, and sugarcanes. I started early in the morningin order to avoid the great heat of the middle of the day, and havingbreakfasted at Port Louis, made an early couple of hours' walk of it,meeting on my way numbers of the coloured population hastening to marketin all the varieties of their curious Hindoo costume. After some troubleI found my way to the "Tombeaux" as they call them. They are situated ina garden at the back of a house now in the possession of one Mr. Geary,an English mechanist, who puts up half the steam engines for the sugarmills in the island. The garden is now an utter wilderness, but stillvery beautiful; round it runs a grassy path, and in the middle of thepath on each side towards the further extremity of the garden is afuneral urn supported on a pedestal, and as dilapidated as the rest ofthe affair. These dilapidations, as usual, are the work of Englishvisitors, relic-hunters, who are as shameless here as elsewhere. I wasexceedingly pleased on the whole with my excursion, and when I returnedI made a drawing of the place, which I will send some day or other.
Since this I have made, in company with our purser and a passenger, Mr.King, a regular pedestrian trip to see some very beautiful falls up thecountry.
[Leaving Mauritius on May 17, they prolonged their voyage to Sydney bybeing requisitioned to take more specie to Hobart Town, so that Sydneywas not reached until July 16, eight months since they had had news ofhome.
The three months spent in this first visit to Sydney proved to be one ofthe most vital periods in the young surgeon's career. From boyhood up,vaguely conscious of unrest, of great powers within him working to findexpression, he had yet been to a certain extent driven in upon himself.He had been somewhat isolated from those of his own age by his eagernessfor problems about which they cared nothing; and the tendency tosolitude, the habit of outward reserve imposed upon an unusually warmnature, were intensified by the fact that he grew up in surroundings notwholly congenial. One member alone of his family felt with him thatcomplete and vivid sympathy which is so necessary to the fulldevelopment of such a nature. When he was fourteen this sister marriedand left home, but the bond between them was not broken. In some ways itwas strengthened by the lad's love for her children; by his grief,scarcely less than her own, at the death of her eldest little girl.Moreover they were brought into close companionship for a considerabletime when, after his dismal period of apprenticeship at Rotherhithe—towhich he could never look back without a shudder—he came to work underher husband. She had encouraged him in his studies; had urged him towork for the Botanical prize at Sydenham College; had brightened hislife with her sympathy, and believed firmly in the brilliant futurewhich awaited him—a belief which for her sake, if for nothing else, hewas eager to justify by his best exertions.
He had not had, so far, much opportunity of entering the social world;but his visit to Sydney gave him an opportunity of entering a goodsociety to which his commission in the navy was a sufficientintroduction. He was eager to find friendships if he could, for hisreserve was anything but misanthropic. It was not long before he madethe acquaintance of William Macleay, a naturalist of wide research andgreat speculative ability; and struck up a close friendship with WilliamFanning, one of the leading merchants of the town, a friendship whichwas to have momentous consequences. For it was at Fanning's house thathe met his future wife, Miss Henrietta Anne Heathorn, for whom he was toserve longer and harder than Jacob thought to serve for Rachel, but whowas to be his help and stay for forty years, in his struggles ready tocounsel, in adversity to comfort; the critic whose judgment he valuedabove almost any, and whose praise he cared most to win; his first careand his latest thought, the other self, whose union with him was asupreme example of mutual sincerity and devotion.
It was a case of love, if not actually at first sight, yet of very rapidgrowth when he came to learn the quiet strength and tenderness of hernature as displayed in the management of her sister's household. Acertain simplicity and directness united with an unusual degree ofcultivation, had attracted him from the first. She had been two years atschool in Germany, and her knowledge of German and of German literaturebrought them together on common ground. Things ran very smoothly at thebeginning, and the young couple, whose united ages amounted toforty-four years, became engaged.
The marriage was to take place on his promotion to the rank of fullsurgeon—a promotion he hoped to attain speedily at the conclusion ofthe voyage on the strength of his scientific work, for this was theinducement held out by the Admiralty to energetic subalterns. Thefollowing letter to his sister describes the situation:—]
Sydney Harbour, March 21, 1848.
…I have deferred writing to you in the hope of knowing something fromyourself of your doings and whereabouts, and now that we are on the eveof departing for a long cruise in Torres Straits, I will no longerpostpone the giving you some account of "was ist geschehen" on this sideof the world. We spent three months in Sydney, and a gay three months ofit we had,—nothing but balls and parties the whole time. In this cornerof the universe, where men of war are rather scarce, even the old"Rattlesnake" is rather a lion, and her officers are esteemedaccordingly. Besides, to tell you the truth, we are rather agreeablepeople than otherwise, and can manage to get up a very decent turn-outon board on occasion. What think you of your grave, scientific brotherturning out a ball-goer and doing the "light fantastic" to a greatextent? It is a great fact, I assure you. But there is a method in mymadness. I found it exceedingly disagreeable to come to a great placelike Sydney and think there was not a soul who cared whether I was aliveor dead, so I determined to go into what society was to be had and seeif I could not pick up a friend or two among the multitude of the emptyand frivolous. I am happy to say that I have had more success than Ihoped for or deserved, and then as now, two or three houses where I cango and feel myself at home at all times. But my "home" in Sydney is thehouse of my good friend Mr. Fanning, one of the first merchants in theplace. But thereby hangs a tale which, of all people in the world, Imust tell you. Mrs. Fanning has a sister, and the dear little sister andI managed to fall in love with one another in the most absurd mannerafter seeing one another—I will not tell you how few times, lest youshould laugh. Do you remember how you used to talk to me about choosinga wife? Well, I think that my choice would justify even yourfastidiousness…I think you will understand how happy her love ought toand does make me. I fear that in this respect indeed the advantage is onmy side, for my present wandering life and uncertain position mustnecessarily give her many an anxious thought. Our future is indeed noneof the clearest. Three years at the very least must elapse before the"Rattlesnake" returns to England, and then unless I can write myselfinto my promotion or something else, we shall be just where we were.Nevertheless I have the strongest persuasion that four years hence Ishall be married and settled in England. We shall see.
I am getting on capitally at present. Habit, inclination, and now asense of duty keep me at work, and the nature of our cruise affords meopportunities such as none but a blind man would fail to make use of. Ihave sent two or three papers home already to be published, which I havegreat hopes will throw light upon some hitherto obscure branches ofnatural history, and I have just finished a more important one, which Iintend to get read at the Royal Society. The other day I submitted it toWilliam Macleay (the celebrated propounder of the Quinary system), whohas a beautiful place near Sydney, and, I hear, "werry much approveswhat I have done." All this goes to the comforting side of the question,and gives me hope of being able to follow out my favourite pursuits incourse of time, without hindrance to what is now the main object of mylife. I tell Netty to look to being a "Frau Professorin" one of theseodd days, and she has faith, as I believe would have if I told her I wasgoing to be Prime Minister.
We go to the northward again about the 23rd of this month [April], andshall be away for ten or twelve months surveying in Torres Straits. Ibelieve we are to refit in Port Essington, and that will be the onlyplace approaching to civilisation that we shall see for the whole ofthat time; and after July or August next, when a provision ship is tocome up to us, we shall not even get letters. I hope and trust I shallhear from you before then. Do not suppose that my new ties have made meforgetful of old ones. On the other hand, these are if anythingstrengthened. Does not my dearest Nettie love you as I do! and do I notoften wish that you could see and love and esteem her as I know youwould. We often talk about you, and I tell her stories of old times.
[Another letter, a year later, gives his mother the answers to a stringof questions which, mother-like, she had asked him, thirsting for exactand minute information about her future daughter-in-law:—]
Sydney, February 1, 1849.
[After describing how he had just come back from a nine months'cruise)—First and foremost, my dear mother, I must thank you for yourvery kind letter of September 1848. I read the greater part of it toNettie, who was as much pleased as I with your kindly wishes towardsboth of us. Now I suppose I must do my best to answer your questions.First, as to age, Nettie is about three months younger than myself—thatis the difference in OUR years, but she is IN FACT as much younger thanher years as I am older than mine. Next, as to complexion she isexceedingly fair, with the Saxon yellow hair and blue eyes. Then as toface, I really don't know whether she is pretty or not. I have neverbeen able to decide the matter in my own mind. Sometimes I think she is,and sometimes I wonder how the idea ever came into my head. Whether ornot, her personal appearance has nothing whatever to do with the holdshe has upon my mind, for I have seen hundreds of prettier women. But Inever met with so sweet a temper, so self-sacrificing and affectionate adisposition, or so pure and womanly a mind, and from the perfectlyintimate footing on which I stand with her family I have plenty ofopportunities of judging. As I tell her, the only great folly I am awareof her being guilty of was the leaving her happiness in the hands of aman like myself, struggling upwards and certain of nothing.
As to my future intentions I can say very little about them. With mypresent income, of course, marriage is rather a bad look out, but I donot think it would be at all fair towards Nettie herself to leave thiscountry without giving her a wife's claim upon me…It is very unlikelyI shall ever remain in the colony. Nothing but a very favourable chancecould induce me to do so.
Much must depend upon how things go in England. If my various papersmeet with any success, I may perhaps be able to leave the service. Atpresent, however, I have not heard a word of anything I have sent.Professor Forbes has, I believe, published some of Macgillivary'sletters to him, but he has apparently forgotten to write to Macgillivrayhimself, or to me. So I shall certainly send him nothing more,especially as Mr. Macleay (of this place, and a great man in thenaturalist world) has offered to get anything of mine sent to theZoological Society.
[In the paper mentioned in the letter of March 21, above ("On theAnatomy and Affinities of the Family of the Medusae"), Huxley aimed at]"giving broad and general views of the whole class, considered asorganised upon a given type, and inquiring into its relations with otherfamilies," [unlike previous observers whose patience and ability hadbeen devoted rather to] "stating matters of detail concerning particulargenera and species." [At the outset, section 8 ("Science Memoirs" 1 11),he states—]
I would wish to lay particular stress upon the composition of this (thestomach) and other organs of the Medusae out of TWO DISTINCT MEMBRANES,as I believe that it is one of the essential peculiarities of theirstructure, and that a knowledge of the fact is of great importance ininvestigating their homologies. I will call these two membranes as such,and independently of any modifications into particular organs,"foundation membranes."
[And in section 56 (page 23) one of the general conclusions which hededuces from his observations, is]
That a Medusa consists essentially of two membranes enclosing avariously-shaped cavity, inasmuch as its various organs are so composed,
[a peculiarity shared by certain other families of zoophytes. This is apoint which that eminent authority, Professor G.J. Allman, had in hismind when he wrote to call my attention
"to a fact which has been overlooked in all the notices I have seen, andwhich I regard as one of the greatest claims of his splendid work on therecognition of zoologists. I refer to his discovery that the body of theMedusae is essentially composed of two membranes, an outer and an inner,and his recognition of these as the homologues of the two primarygerminal leaflets in the vertebrate embryo. Now this discovery stands atthe very basis of a philosophic zoology, and of a true conception of theaffinities of animals. It is the ground on which Haeckel has founded hisfamous Gastraea Theory, and without it Kowalesky could never haveannounced his great discovery of the affinity of the Ascidians andVertebrates, by which zoologists had been startled."]
CHAPTER 1.4.
1848-1850.
[The whole cruise of the "Rattlesnake" lasted almost precisely fouryears, her stay in Australian waters nearly three. Of this timealtogether eleven months were spent at Sydney, namely, July 16 toOctober 11, 1847; January 14 to February 2, and March 9 to April 29,1848; January 24 to May 8, 1849; and February 14 to May 2, 1850. Thethree months of the first northern cruise were spent in the survey ofthe Inshore Passage—the passage, that is, within the Great Barrier Reeffor ships proceeding from India to Sydney. In 1848, while waiting forthe right season to visit Torres Straits, a short cruise was made inFebruary and March, to inspect the lighthouses in Bass' Straits. It wason this occasion that Huxley visited Melbourne, then an insignificanttown, before the discovery of gold had brought a rush of immigrants.
The second northern cruise of 1848, which lasted nine months, had forits object the completion of the survey of the Inner Passage as far asNew Guinea and the adjoining archipelago. The third cruise in 1849-50again lasted nine months, and continued the survey in Torres Straits,the Louisiade archipelago, and the south-eastern part of New Guinea.After this the original plan was to make a fourth cruise, filling up thecharts of the Inner Passage on the east coast, and surveying the straitsof Alass between Lombok and Sumbawa in the Malay Archipelago; then,instead of returning to Sydney, to proceed to Singapore and so home bythe Cape. But these plans were altered by the untimely death of CaptainStanley on March 13, and the "Rattlesnake" sailed for England direct inMay 1850.
There was a great monotony about these cruises, particularly to thosewho were not constantly engaged in the active work of surveying. Theship sailed slowly from place to place, hunting out reefs and islets; astay of a few days would be made at some lonely island, while chartingexpeditions went out in the boats or supplies of water and fresh fruitswere laid in. On the second expedition there were two cases of scurvy onboard by the time the mail from Sydney reached the ship at Cape Yorkwith letters and lime-juice, the first reminder of civilisation for fourmonths and a half. On this cruise there was an unusual piece of interestin Kennedy's ill-fated expedition, which the "Rattlesnake" landed inRockingham Bay, and trusted to meet again at Cape York. Happy it was forHuxley that his duties forbade him to accept Kennedy's proposal to jointhe expedition. After months of weary struggles in the dense scrub,Kennedy himself, who had pushed on for help with his faithful black manJacky, was speared by the natives when almost in sight of Cape York;Jack barely managed to make his way there through his enemies, andguided a party to the rescue of the two starved and exhausted survivorsof the disease-stricken camp by the Sugarloaf Hill. It was barely time.Another hour, and they too would have been killed by the crowd ofblackfellows who hovered about in hopes of booty, and were onlydispersed for a moment by the rescue party.
On the third cruise there were a few adventures more directly touchingthe "Rattlesnake." Twice the landing parties, including Huxley, werewithin an ace of coming to blows with the islanders of the Louisiades,and on one occasion a portly member of the gun-room, being cut off bythese black gentry, only saved his life by parting with all his clothesas presents to them, and keeping them amused by an impromptu dance in astate of nature under the broiling sun, until a party came to hisrelief. At Cape York also, a white woman was rescued who had been madeprisoner by the blacks from a wreck, and had lived among them forseveral years. Here, too, Huxley and Macgillivray made a trip inland,and were welcomed by a native chief, who saw in the former the returningspirit of his dead brother.
Throughout the voyage Huxley was busy with his pencil, and manylithographs from his drawings illustrate the account of the voyageafterwards published. As to his scientific work, he was accumulating alarge stock of observations, but felt rather sore about the papers whichhe had already sent home, for no word had reached him as to their fate,not even that they had been received or looked over by Forbes, to whomthey had been consigned. As a matter of fact, they had not beenneglected, as he was to find out on his return; but meanwhile the stateof affairs was not reassuring to a man whose dearest hopes were bound upin the reception he could win for these and similar researches.Altogether, it was with no little joy that he turned his back on thesweltering heat of Torres Straits, on the great mountains of New Guinea,the Owen Stanley range, which had remained hidden from D'Urville in the"Astrolabe" to be discovered by the explorers on the "Rattlesnake," andthe far stretching archipelago of the Louisiades, one tiny island inwhich still bears the name of Huxley, after the assistant-surgeon of the"Rattlesnake."
A few extracts from letters of the time will give a more vivid idea ofwhat the voyage was like. The first is from a letter to his mother,dated February 1, 1849:—]
…I suppose you have wondered at the long intervals of my letters, butmy silence has been forced. I wrote from Rockingham Bay in May, and fromCape York in October. After leaving the latter place we have had nocommunication with any one but the folks at Port Essington, which is amere military post, without any certain means of communication withEngland. We were ten weeks on our passage from Port Essington to Sydneyand touched nowhere, so that you may imagine we were pretty well tiredof the sea by the time we reached Port Jackson.
Thank God we are now safely anchored in our old quarters, and for thenext three months shall enjoy a few of those comforts that make lifeworth the living…
The only place we have visited since my last budget to you was PortEssington, a military post which has been an object of much attentionfor some time past in connection with the steam navigation betweenSydney and India. It is about the most useless, miserable, ill-managedhole in Her Majesty's dominions. Placed fifteen miles inland on theswampy banks of an estuary out of reach of the sea breezes, it is themost insufferably hot and enervating place imaginable. The temperatureof the water alongside the ship was from 88 to 90, i.e. about that of amoderately warm bath, so that you may fancy what it is on land. Added tothis, the commandant is a litigious old fool, always at war with hisofficers, and endeavouring to make the place as much of a hell morallyas it is physically. Little more than two years ago a detachment ofsixty men came out to the settlement. At the parade on the Sunday I wasthere; there were just ten men present. The rest were invalided, dead,or sick. I have no hesitation in saying that half of this was the resultof ill-management. The climate in itself is not particularly unhealthy.We were all glad to get away from the place.
[Another is to his sister, under date Sydney, March 14, 1849:—]
By the way, I may as well give you a short account of our cruise. Westarted from here last May to survey what is called the inner passage toIndia. You must know that the east coast of Australia has runningparallel to it at distances of from five miles to seventy or eighty analmost continuous line of coral reefs, the Great Barrier as it iscalled. Outside this line is the great Pacific, inside is a spacevarying in width as above, and cut up by little islands and detachedreefs. Now to get to India from Sydney, ships must go either inside oroutside the Great Barrier. The inside passage has been called the InnerRoute in consequence of its desirability for steamers, and our businesshas been to mark out this Inner Route safely and clearly among thelabyrinth-like islands and reefs within the Barrier. And a parlous dullbusiness it was for those who, like myself, had no necessary andconstant occupation. Fancy for five mortal months shifting from patch topatch of white sand in latitude from 17 to 10 south, living on salt porkand beef, and seeing no mortal face but our own sweet countenancesconsiderably obscured by the long beard and moustaches with which,partly from laziness and partly from comfort, we had become adorned. Icultivated a peak in Charles I style, which imparted a remarkablypeculiar and triste expression to my sunburnt phiz, heightened by thefact that the aforesaid beard was, I regret to say it, of a veryquestionable auburn—my messmates called it red.
We convoyed a land expedition as far as the Rockingham Bay in 17 southunder a Mr. Kennedy, which was to work its way up to Cape York in 11south and there meet us. A fine noble fellow poor Kennedy was too. I wasa good deal with him at Rockingham Bay, and indeed accompanied him inthe exploring trips which he made for some four or five days in order tosee how the land lay about him. In fact we got on so well together thathe wanted me much to accompany him and join the ship again at Cape York,and if the Service would have permitted of my absence I should certainlyhave done so. But it was well I did not. Out of thirteen men composingthe party but three remain alive. The rest have perished by starvationor the spears of the natives. Poor Kennedy himself had, in company withthe black fellow attached to the party, by dint of incredible exertions,pushed on until he came within sight of the provision vessel waiting hisarrival at Cape York. But here, within grasp of his object, a largeparty of natives attacked and killed him. The black fellow alone reachedCape York with the news. The other two men who were saved were the solesurvivors of the party Kennedy left behind him at a spot near the coast,and were picked up by the provision vessel when she returned.
You may be sure I am not sorry to return home. I say home advisedly, formy friend Fanning's house is as completely my home as it well can be.And then Nettie had not heard anything of me for six months, so that Ihave been petted and spoiled ever since we came in…as I tell her Ifear she has rested her happiness on a very insecure foundation; but sheis full of hope and confidence, and to me her love is the faith thatmoveth mountains. We have, as you may be sure, a thousand difficultiesin our way, but like Danton I take for my motto, "De l'audace et encorede l'audace et toujours de l'audace," and look forward to a happytermination, nothing doubting.
[To his mother (announcing the probable time of his return).]
Sydney, February 11, 1850.
I cannot at all realise the idea of our return. We have been leadingsuch a semi-savage life for years past, such a wandering nomadicexistence, that any other seems in a manner unnatural to me. Time waswhen I should have looked upon our return with unmixed joy; but so manynew and strong ties have arisen to unite me with Sydney, that now whenthe anchor is getting up for England, I scarcely know whether to rejoiceor to grieve. You must not be angry, my dear Mother; I have none theless affection for you or any other of those whom I love inEngland—only a very great deal for a certain little lassie whom I mustleave behind me without clearly seeing when we are to meet again. Youmust remember the Scripture as my excuse, "A man shall leave his fatherand mother and cleave unto his" (I wish I could add) wife. Our longcruises are fine times for reflection, and during the last I determinedthat we would be terribly prudent and get married about 1870, or theGreek Kalends, or, what is about the same thing, whenever I am afflictedwith the malheur de richesses.
People talk about the satisfaction of an approving conscience. Mineapproves me intensely; but I'll be hanged if I see the satisfaction ofit. I feel much more inclined to swear "worse than our armies inFlanders."…So far as my private doings are concerned, I hear verysatisfactory news of them. I heard from an old messmate of mine atHaslar the other day that Dr. MacWilliam, F.R.S., one of ourdeputy-inspectors, had been talking about one of my papers, and gave himto understand that it was to be printed. Furthermore, he is a greatadvocate for the claims of assistant surgeons to ward-room rank, and allthat sort of stuff, and, I am told, quoted me as an example!Henceforward I look upon the learned doctor as a man of sound sense anddiscrimination! Without joking, however, I am glad to have come underhis notice, as he may be of essential use to me. I find myself gettinghorribly selfish, looking at everything with regard to the influence itmay have on my grand objects.
[Further descriptions of the voyage are to be drawn from an article inthe "Westminster Review" for January 1854 (volume 5), in which, underthe title of "Science at Sea," Huxley reviewed the "Voyage of the'Rattlesnake'" by Macgillivray, the naturalist to the expedition, whichhad recently appeared. This book gave very few descriptions of theincidents and life on board, and so drew in many ways a colourlesspicture of the expedition. This defect the reviewer sought to remedy bygiving extracts from the so-called "unpublished correspondence" of oneof the officers—sketches apparently written for the occasion—as wellas from an equally unpublished but more real journal kept by the samehand.
The description of the ship herself, of her inadequate equipment for thespecial purposes she was to carry out, of the officers' quiet contemptof scientific pursuits, which not even the captain's influence was ableto subdue, of the illusory promises of help and advancement held out bythe Admiralty to young investigators, makes a striking foil to thespirit in which the Government of thirty years later undertook a greaterscientific expedition. Perhaps some vivid recollections of this voyagedid something to better the conditions under which the laterinvestigators worked.
Thus, page 100:]
In the year 1846, Captain Owen Stanley, a young and zealous officer, ofgood report for his capabilities as a scientific surveyor, was entrustedwith the command of the "Rattlesnake," a vessel of six-and-twenty guns,strong and seaworthy, but one of that class unenviably distinguished inthe war-time as a "donkey-frigate." To the laity it would seem that aship journeying to unknown regions, when the lives of a couple ofhundred men may, at any moment, depend upon her handiness in goingabout, so as to avoid any suddenly discovered danger, should possess thebest possible sailing powers. The Admiralty, however, makes itsselection upon other principles, and exploring vessels will beinvariably found to be the slowest, clumsiest, and in every respect themost inconvenient ships which wear the pennant. In accordance with therule, such was the "Rattlesnake"; and to carry out the spirit of theauthorities more completely, she was turned out of Portsmouth dockyardin such a disgraceful state of unfitness, that her lower deck wascontinually under water during the voyage.
[Again, page 100:]
It is necessary to be provided with books of reference, which areruinously expensive to a private individual, though a mere dewdrop inthe general cost of the fitting out of a ship, especially as they mightbe kept in store, and returned at the end of a commission, like otherstores. A hundred pounds sterling would have well supplied the"Rattlesnake"; but she sailed without a volume, an application made byher captain not having been attended to.
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Of all those who were actively engaged upon the survey, the youngcommander alone was destined by inevitable fate to be robbed of his justreward. Care and anxiety, from the mobility of his temperament, sat notso lightly upon him as they might have done, and this, joined to thephysical debility produced by the enervating climate of New Guinea,fairly wore him out, making him prematurely old before much more thanhalf of the allotted span was completed. But he died in harness, the endattained, the work that lay before him honourably done. Which of us maydare to ask for more? He has raised an enduring monument in his works,and his epitaph shall be the grateful thanks of many a mariner threadinghis way among the mazes of the Coral Sea.
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The world enclosed within the timbers of a man-of-war is a mostremarkable community, hardly to be rendered vividly intelligible to themere landsman in these days of constitutional government and freedom ofthe press.
[Then follows a vigorous sketch of sea life from Chamisso, suggestingthat the type of one's relation to the captain is to be found in JeanPaul's "Biography of the Twins," who were united back to back. Thissketch Huxley enforces by a passage from the imaginary journalaforesaid,] "indited apparently when the chains were yet new andsomewhat galled the writer," [to judge from which] "little alterationwould seem to have taken place in nautical life" [since Chamisso'svoyage, thirty years before.]
You tell me [he writes], that you sigh for my life of freedom andadventure; and that, compared with mine, the conventional monotony ofyour own stinks in your nostrils. My dear fellow, be patient, and listento what I have to say; you will then, perhaps, be a little more contentwith your lot in life, and a little less desirous of mine. Of all extantlives, that on board a ship-of-war is the most artificial—whethernecessarily so or not is a question I will not undertake to decide; butthe fact is indubitable.
How utterly disgusted you get with one another! Little peculiaritieswhich would give a certain charm and variety to social intercourse underany other circumstances, become sources of absolute pain, and almostuncontrollable irritation, when you are shut up with them day and night.One good friend and messmate of mine has a peculiar laugh, whoseiteration on our last cruise nearly drove me insane.
There is no being alone in a ship. Sailors are essentially gregariousanimals, and don't at all understand the necessity under which manypeople labour—I among the rest—of having a little solitary conversewith oneself occasionally.
Then, to a landsman fresh from ordinary society and its peculiarlyundemonstrative ways, there is something very wonderful about navaldiscipline. I do not mean to say that the subordination kept up is morethan is necessary, nor perhaps is it in reality greater than is to befound in a college, or a regiment, or a large mercantile house; but itis made so VERY obvious. You not only feel the bit, but you see it; andyour bridle is hung with bells to tell you of its presence.
Your captain is a very different person, in relation to his officers,from the colonel of a regiment; he is a demi-god, a Dalai lama, livingin solitary state; sublime, unapproachable; and the radiation of hisdignity stretches through all the other members of the nauticalhierarchy; hence all sorts of petty intrigues, disputes, grumblings, andjealousies, which, to the irreverent eye of an "idler," give to thewhole little society the aspect of nothing so much as the court of PrinzIrenaeus in Kater Murr's inestimable autobiography.
[Page 107 sq.:
After describing the illusory promises of the Admiralty and theirgrudging spirit towards the scientific members of the expedition, hecontinues:—]
These are the FACILITIES AND ENCOURAGEMENT to science afforded by theAdmiralty; and it cannot be wondered at if the same spirit runs throughits subordinate officers.
Not that there is any active opposition—quite the reverse. But it is acurious fact, that if you want a boat for dredging, ten chances to onethey are always actually or potentially otherwise disposed of; if youleave your towing-net trailing astern in search of new creatures, insome promising patch of discoloured water, it is, in all probability,found to have a wonderful effect in stopping the ship's way, and ishauled in as soon as your back is turned; or a careful dissectionwaiting to be drawn may find its way overboard as a "mess."
The singular disrespect with which the majority of naval officers regardeverything that lies beyond the sphere of routine, tends to produce atone of feeling very unfavourable to scientific exertions. How can it beotherwise, in fact, with men who, from the age of thirteen, meet with noinfluence but that which teaches them that the "Queen's regulations andinstructions" are the law and the prophets, and something more?
It may be said, without fear of contradiction, that in time of peace theonly vessels which are engaged in services involving any real hardshipor danger are those employed upon the various surveys; and yet the menof easy routine—harbour heroes—the officers of REGULAR men-of-war, asthey delight to be called, pretend to think surveying a kind ofshirking—in sea-phrase, "sloping." It is to be regretted that theofficers of the surveying vessels themselves are too often imbued withthe same spirit; and though, for shame's sake, they can but stand up forhydrography, they are too apt to think an alliance with other branchesof science as beneath the dignity of their divinity—the "Service."
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Any adventures ashore were mere oases, separated by whole deserts of themost wearisome ennui. For weeks, perhaps, those who were not fortunateenough to be living hard and getting fatigued every day in the boatswere yawning away their existence in an atmosphere only comparable tothat of an orchid-house, a life in view of which that of Mariana in themoated grange has its attractions.
For instance, consider this extract from the journal of one of theofficers, date August 1849:—
"Rain! rain! encore et toujours—I wonder if it is possible for the mindof man to conceive anything more degradingly offensive than thecondition of us 150 men, shut up in this wooden box, and being wateredwith hot water, as we are now. It is no exaggeration to say HOT, for thetemperature is that at which people at home commonly take a hot bath. Itrains so hard that we have caught seven tons of water in one day, and itis therefore impossible to go on deck, though, if one did, one'scondition would not be much improved. A HOT Scotch mist covers the seaand hides the land, so that no surveying can be done; moving about inthe slightest degree causes a flood of perspiration to pour out; allenergy is completely gone, and if I could help it I would not thinkeven; it's too hot. The rain awnings are spread, and we can have no windsails up; if we could, there is not a breath of wind to fill them; andconsequently the lower and main decks are utterly unventilated: a sortof solution of man in steam fills them from end to end, and surroundsthe lights with a lurid halo. It's too hot to sleep, and my soleamusement consists in watching the cockroaches, which are in a state ofintense excitement and happiness. They manifest these feelings in a veryremarkable manner—a sudden unanimous impulse seems to seize the obscenethousands which usually lurk hidden in the corners of my cabin. Out theyrush, helter-skelter, and run over me, my table, and my desk; others,more vigorous, fly, quite regardless of consequences, until they hitagainst something, upon which, half spreading their wings, they maketheir heads a pivot and spin round in a circle, in a manner whichindicates a temporary aberration of the cockroach mind. It is theseoutbreaks alone which rouse us from our lassitude. Knocks are heardresounding on all sides, and each inhabitant of a cabin, armed with aslipper, is seen taking ample revenge upon the disturbers of his restand the destroyers of his body and clothes."
Here, on the other hand, is an oasis, a bartering scene at Bruny Island,in the Louisiade:—
"We landed at the same place as before, and this time the natives randown prancing and gesticulating. Many of them had garlands of greenleaves round their heads, knees, and ankles; some wore long streamersdepending from their arms and ears and floating in the wind as theygalloped along, shaking their spears and prancing just as boys do whenplaying at horses. They soon surrounded us, shouting 'Kelumai! Kelumai!'(their word for iron), and offering us all sorts of things in exchange.One very fine athletic man, "Kaioo-why-who-at' by name, was perfectlymad to get an axe, and very soon comprehended the arrangements that weremade. Mr. Brady drew ten lines on the sand and laid an axe down by them,giving K— (I really can't write that long name all over again) tounderstand by signs that when there was a 'bahar' (yam) on every mark heshould have the axe. He comprehended directly, and bolted off as fast ashe could run, soon returning with his hands full of yams, which hedeposited one by one on the appropriate lines; then fearful lest some ofthe others should do him out of the axe, he caught hold of Brady by thearm, and would not let him go until yams enough had been brought by theothers to make up the number, and the axe was handed over to him.
"Then was there a yell of delight! He jumped up with the axe, flourishedit, passed it to his companions, tumbled down and rolled over, kickingup his heels in the air, and finally, catching hold of me, we had agrand waltz, with various poses plasticques, for about a quarter of amile. I daresay he was unsophisticated enough to imagine that I wasfilled with sympathetic joy, but I grieve to say that I was taking careall the while to direct his steps towards the village, which, as we hadas yet examined none of their houses, I was most desirous of enteringunder my friend's sanction. I think he suspected something, for helooked at me rather dubiously when I directed our steps towards theentrance in the bush which led to the houses, and wanted me to go back;but I was urgent, so he gave way, and we both entered the open space,where we were joined by two or three others, and sat down under acocoanut tree.
"I persuaded him to sit for his portrait (taking care first that my backwas against the tree and my pistols handy), and we ate green cocoanutstogether, at last attaining to so great a pitch of intimacy that he mademe change names with him, calling himself 'Tamoo' (my Cape York name),and giving me to understand that I was to take his own lengthyappellation. When I did so, and talked to him as 'Tamoo,' nothing couldexceed the delight of all around; they patted me as you would a child,and evidently said to one another, 'This really seems to be a veryintelligent white fellow.'
"Like the Cape York natives, they were immensely curious to look atone's legs, asking permission, very gently but very pressingly, to pullup the trouser, spanning the calf with their hands, drawing in theirbreath and making big eyes all the while. Once, when the front of myshirt blew open, and they saw the white skin of my chest, they set up anuniversal shout. I imagine that as they paint THEIR faces black, theyfancied that we ingeniously coloured ours white, and were astonished tosee that we were really of that (to them) disgusting tint all over."
[On May 2, 1850, the "Rattlesnake" sailed for the last time out ofSydney harbour, bound for England by way of the Horn. In spite of hischeerful anticipations, Huxley was not to see his future wife again forfive years more, when he was at length in a position to bid her come andjoin him. During the three years of their engagement in Australia, theyhad at least been able to see each other at intervals, and to betogether for months at a time. In the long periods of absence, also,they had invented a device to cheat the sense of separation. Each kept aparticular journal, to be exchanged when they met again, and only to beread, day by day, during the next voyage. But now it was very different,their only means of communication being the slow agency of the post,beset with endless possibilities of misunderstanding when it broughtbelated answers to questions already months old and out of date in thechanged aspect of circumstances. These perils, however, they weathered,and it proves how deep in the moral nature of each the bond between themwas rooted, that in the end they passed safely through the still greaterdanger of imperceptibly growing estranged from one another under theinfluences of such utterly different surroundings.
A kindly storm which forced the old ship to put into the Bay of Islandsto repair a number of small leaks that rendered the lower deckuninhabitable, made it possible for Huxley to send back a letter thatshould reach Australia in one month instead of ten after his departure.
He utilized a week's stay here characteristically enough in anexpedition to Waimate, the chief missionary station and the school ofthe native institutions (a sort of Normal School for native teachers),in order to judge of his own inspection what missionary life was like.]
I have been greatly surprised in these good people [he writes]. I hadexpected a good deal of "straight-hairedness" (if you understand thephrase) and methodistical puritanism, but I find it quite otherwise.Both Mr. and Mrs. Burrows seem very quiet andunpretending—straightforward folks desirous of doing their best for thepeople among whom they are placed.
[One touch must not be allowed to pass unnoticed in his appreciation ofthe missionaries' unstudied welcome to the belated travellers, whoseproper host was unable to take them in:—"tea unlimited and a blazingfire, TOGETHER WITH A VERY NICE CAT."
By July 12, midwinter of course in the southern hemisphere, they hadrounded the Horn, and Huxley writes from that most desolate of Britishpossessions, the Falkland Islands:—]
I have great hopes of being able to send a letter to you, viaCalifornia, even from this remote corner of the world. It is the UltimaThule and no mistake. Fancy two good-sized islands with undulatedsurface and sometimes elevated hills, but without tree or bush as tallas a man. When we arrived the 8th inst. the barren uniformity wasrendered still more obvious by the deep coating of snow which envelopedeverything. How can I describe to you "Stanley," the sole town,metropolis, and seat of government? It consists of a lot of black, low,weatherboard houses scattered along the hillsides which rise round theharbour. One barnlike place is Government House, another the pensioners'barracks, rendered imposing by four field-pieces in front; otherssmaller are the residences of the colonel, surgeon, etc. In oneparticularly black and unpromising-looking house lives a Mrs. Sulivan,the wife of Captain Sulivan, who surveyed these islands, and has settledout here. (Captain Sulivan, who sailed with Darwin in the "Beagle," andserved with great distinction in command of the southern division of thefleet in the battle of Obligado (Plate River), had surveyed the FalklandIslands many years before his temporary settlement there. During theCrimean War he was surveying officer to the Baltic fleet, and afterwardsnaval adviser to the Board of Trade. He was afterwards Admiral andK.C.B.) I asked myself if I could have had the heart to bring you tosuch a desolate place, and myself said "No." However, I believe she isvery happy with her children. Sulivan is a fine energetic man, so Isuppose if she loves him, well and good, and fancies (is she not a sillywoman?) that she has her reward. Mrs. Stanley has gone to stay with themwhile the ship remains here, and I think I shall go and look them upunder pretence of making a call. They say that the present winter is farmore savage than the generality of Falkland Island winters, and it hadneed be, for I never felt anything so bitterly cold in my life. Thethermometer has been down below 22, and shallow parts of the harboureven have frozen. Nothing to be done ashore. My rifle lies idle in itscase; no chance of a shot at a bull, and one has to go away 20 miles toget hold even of the upland geese and rabbits. The only thing to be doneis to eat, eat, eat, and the cold assists one wonderfully in thatoperation. You consume a pound or so of beefsteaks at breakfast and thenwalk the deck for an appetite at dinner, when you take another pound ortwo of beef or a goose, or some such trifle. By four o'clock it is darknight, and as it is too cold to read the only thing to be done is tovanish under blankets as soon as possible and take twelve or fourteenhours' sleep.
Mrs. Stanley's Bougirigards [The Australian love-bird; a smallparrakeet.], which I have taken under my care during the cold weather,admire this sort of thing exceedingly and thrive under it, so I supposeI ought to.
The journey from New Zealand here has been upon the whole favourable; nogales—quite the reverse—but light variable winds and calms. The latterpart of our voyage has, however, been very cold, snow falling inabundance, and the ice forming great stalactites about our bows. We haveseen no icebergs nor anything remarkable. From all I can learn it ismost probable that we shall leave in about a week and shall go direct toEngland without stopping at any other port. I wish it may be so. I wantto get home and look about me.
We have had news up to the end of March. There is nothing of anyimportance going on. By the Navy list for April I see that I shall be asnearly as possible in the middle of those of my own rank, i.e. I shallhave about 150 above and as many below me. This is about what I ought toexpect in the ordinary run of promotion in eight years, and I haveserved four and a half of that time. I don't expect much in the way ofpromotion, especially in these economic times; but I do not fear that Ishall be able to keep me in England for at least a year after ourarrival, in order to publish my papers. The Admiralty have quiterecently published a distinct declaration that they will considerscientific attainments as a claim to their notice, and I expect to bethe first to remind them of their promise, and I will take care to havethe reminder so backed that they must and shall take note of it. Even ifthey will not promote me at once, it would answer our purpose to have anappointment to some ship on the home station for a short time.
[The last of the Falklands was seen on July 25; the line was crossed inthirty-six days; another month, and water running short, it was foundnecessary to put in at the Azores for a week. Leaving Fayal on October5, the "Rattlesnake" reached Plymouth on the 23rd, but next dayproceeded to Chatham, which, thanks to baffling winds, was not reachedtill November 9, when the ship was paid off.
CHAPTER 1.5.
1850-1851.
[In the Huxley Lecture for 1898 ("Times," October 4) Professor Virchowtakes occasion to speak of the effect of Huxley's service in the"Rattlesnake" upon his intellectual development:—
When Huxley himself left Charing Cross Hospital in 1846, he had enjoyeda rich measure of instruction in anatomy and physiology. Thus trained,he took the post of naval surgeon, and by the time that he returned,four years later, he had become a perfect zoologist and a keen-sightedethnologist. How this was possible any one will readily understand whoknows from his own experience how great the value of personalobservation is for the development of independent and unprejudicedthought. For a young man who, besides collecting a rich treasure ofpositive knowledge, has practised dissection and the exercise of acritical judgment, a long sea-voyage and a peaceful sojourn amongentirely new surroundings afford an invaluable opportunity for originalwork and deep reflection. Freed from the formalism of the schools,thrown upon the use of his own intellect, compelled to test each singleobject as the prevailing system and becomes, first a sceptic, and thenan investigator. This change, which did not fail to affect Huxley, andthrough which arose that Huxley whom we commemorate to-day, is nounknown occurrence to one who is acquainted with the history, not onlyof knowledge, but also of scholars.
But he was not destined to find his subsequent path easy. Once inEngland, indeed, he did not lose any time. No sooner had the"Rattlesnake" touched at Plymouth than Commander Yule, who had succeededCaptain Stanley in the command of the ship, wrote to the head of theNaval Medical Department stating the circumstances under which Huxley'szoological investigations had been undertaken, and asking the sanctionof the Admiralty for their publication. The hydrographer, in sending theformal permission, says:—
But I have to add that their Lordships will not allow any charge to bemade upon the public funds towards the expense. You will, however,further assure Mr. Huxley that any assistance that can be supplied fromthis office shall be most cheerfully given to him, and that I heartilyhope, from the capacity and taste for scientific investigation for whichyou give him credit, that he will produce a work alike creditable tohimself, to his late Captain, by whom he was selected for it, and to HerMajesty's service.
Personally, the hydrographer took a great interest in science; but asfor the department, Huxley somewhat bitterly interpreted the officialmeaning of this well-sounding flourish to be made: "Publish if you can,and give us credit for granting every facility except the one means ofpublishing."
Happily there was another way of publishing, if the Admiralty wouldgrant him time to arrange his papers and superintend their publication.The Royal Society had at their disposal an annual grant of money for thepublication of scientific works. If the Government would not contributedirectly to publish the researches made under their auspices, thefavourable reception which his preliminary papers had met with ledHuxley to hope that his greater work would be undertaken by the RoyalSociety. If the leading men of science attested the value of his work,the Admiralty might be induced to let him stay in England with thenominal appointment as assistant surgeon to H.M.S. "Fisguard" atWoolwich, for "particular service," but with leave of absence from theship so that he could live and pursue his avocations in London. Therewas a precedent for this course in the case of Dr. Hooker, when he hadto work out the scientific results of the voyage of the "Erebus" and"Terror."
In this design he was fortified by his old Haslar friend, Dr.(afterwards Sir John) Watt Reid, who wrote: "They cannot, and, I amsure, will not wish to stand in your way at Whitehall." Meanwhile, thefirst person, naturally, he had thought of consulting was his old chief,Sir John Richardson, who had great weight at the Admiralty, and to himhe wrote the following letter before leaving Plymouth.]
To Sir John Richardson.
October 31, 1850.
I regret very much that in consequence of our being ordered to be paidoff at Chatham, instead of Portsmouth, as we always hoped and expected,I shall be unable to submit to your inspection the zoological notes anddrawings which I have made during our cruise. They are somewhat numerous(over 180 sheets of drawings), and I hope not altogether valueless,since they have been made with as great care and attention as I ammaster of—and with a microscope, such as has rarely, if ever, made avoyage round the world before. A further reason for indulging in thishope consists in the fact that they relate for the most part to animalshitherto very little known, whether from their rarity or from theirperishable nature, and that they bear upon many curious physiologicalpoints.
I may thus classify and enumerate the observations I have made:—
1. Upon the organs of hearing and circulation in some of the transparentCrustacea, and upon the structure of certain of the lower forms ofCrustacea.
2. Upon some very remarkable new forms of Annelids, and especially uponthe much contested genus Sagitta, which I have evidence to show isneither a Mollusc nor an Epizoon, but an Annelid.
3. Upon the nervous system of certain Mollusca hitherto imperfectlydescribed—upon what appears to me to be an urinary organ in many ofthem—and upon the structure of Firola and Atlanta, of which latter Ihave a pretty complete account.
4. Upon two perfectly new (ordinally new) species of Ascidians.
5. Upon Pyrosoma and Salpa. The former has never been described (Ithink) since Savigny's time, and he had only specimens preserved inspirits. I have a great deal to add and alter. Then as to Salpa, whosemode of generation has always been so great a bone of contention, I havea long series of observations and drawings which I have verified overand over again, and which, if correct, must give rise to quite a newview of the matter. I may mention as an interesting fact that in theseanimals so low in the scale I have found a PLACENTAL CIRCULATION,rudimentary indeed, but nevertheless a perfect model on a small scale ofthat which takes place in the mammalia.
6. I have the materials for a monograph upon the Acalephae andHydrostatic Acalephae. I have examined very carefully more than fortygenera of these animals—many of them very rare, and some quite new. ButI paid comparatively little attention to the collection of new species,caring rather to come to some clear and definite idea as to thestructure of those which had indeed been long known, but very littleunderstood. Unfortunately for science, but fortunately for me, thismethod appears to have been somewhat novel with observers of theseanimals, and consequently everywhere new and remarkable facts were to behad for the picking up.
It is not to be supposed that one could occupy one's self with theanimals for so long without coming to some conclusion as to theirsystematic place, however subsidiary to observation such considerationsmust always be regarded, and it seems to me (although on such matters Ican of course only speak with the greatest hesitation) that just as themore minute and careful observations made upon the old "Vermes" ofLinnaeus necessitated the breaking up of that class into several verydistinct classes, so more careful investigation requires the breaking upof Cuvier's "Radiata" (which succeeded the "Vermes" as a sort ofzoological lumber-room) into several very distinct and well-defined newclasses, of which the Acalephae, Hydrostatic Acalephae, actinoid andhydroid polypes, will form one. But I fear that I am trespassing beyondthe limits of a letter. I have only wished to state what I have done inorder that you may judge concerning the propriety or impropriety of whatI propose to do. And I trust that you will not think that I am presumingtoo much upon your kindness if I take the liberty of thus asking youradvice about my own affairs. In truth, I feel in a manner responsible toyou for the use of the appointment you procured for me; and furthermore,Captain Stanley's unfortunate decease has left the interests of the shipin general and my own in particular without a representative.
Can you inform me, then, what chance I should have either (1) ofprocuring a grant for the publication of my papers, or (2) should thatnot be feasible, to obtain a nominal appointment (say to the "Fisguard"at Woolwich, as in Dr. Hooker's case) for such time as might berequisite for the publication of my papers and drawings in some otherway?
I shall see Professors Owen and Forbes when I reach London, and I have aletter of introduction to Sir John Herschel (who has, I hear, a greatpenchant for the towing-net). Supposing I could do so, would it be ofany use to procure recommendations from them that my papers should bepublished?
[[Half-erased] To Sir F. Beaufort also I have a letter.] Would it not beproper also to write to Sir W. Burnett acquainting him with my views,and requesting his acquiescence and assistance?
Begging an answer at your earliest convenience, addressed either to the
"Rattlesnake" or to my brother, I remain, your obedient servant,
T.H. Huxley.
41 North Bank.
[He received a most friendly reply from "Old John." He was willing to doall in his power to help, but could recommend Government aid better ifhe had seen the drawings. Meantime a certificate should be got fromForbes, the best man in this particular branch of science, backed, ifpossible, by Owen. He would speak to some officials himself, and giveHuxley introductions to others, and if he could get up to town, wouldtry to see the collections and add his name to the certificate.
Both Forbes and Owen were ready to help. The former wrote a mostencouraging letter, singling out the characteristics which gave apeculiar value to these papers:—
I have had very great pleasure in examining your drawings of animalsobserved during the voyage of the "Rattlesnake," and have also fullyavailed myself of the opportunity of going over the collections madeduring the course of the survey upon which you have been engaged. I cansay without exaggeration that more important or more complete zoologicalresearches have never been conducted during any voyage of discovery inthe southern hemisphere. The course you have taken of directing yourattention mainly to impreservable creatures, and to those orders of theanimal kingdom respecting which we have least information, and the careand skill with which you have conducted elaborate dissections andmicroscopic examinations of the curious creatures you were so fortunateas to meet with, necessarily gives a peculiar and unique character toyour researches, since thereby they fill up gaps in our knowledge of theanimal kingdom. This is the more important, since such researches havebeen almost always neglected during voyages of discovery. The value ofsome of your notes was publicly acknowledged during your absence, whenyour memoir on the structure of the Medusae, communicated to the RoyalSociety, was singled out for publication in the "PhilosophicalTransactions." It would be a very great loss to science if the mass ofnew matter and fresh observation which you have accumulated were not tobe worked out and fully published, as well as an injustice to the meritsof the expedition in which you have served.
The latter offered to write to the Admiralty on his behalf, giving theweight of his name to the suggestion that the work to be done would takeat least twelve months, and that therefore his appointment to the"Fisguard" should not be limited to any less period.] "They might bedisposed," [wrote Huxley to him,] "to cut anything I request down—onprinciple." [Moreover, Owen, Forbes, Bell, and Sharpey, all members ofthe Committee of Recommendation of the Royal Society, had expressedthemselves so favourably to his views that in his application he wasable to relieve the economic scruples of the Admiralty by telling themthat he had a means of publishing his papers through the Royal Society.
The result of his application, thus backed, was that he obtained hisappointment on November 29. It was for six months, subject to extensionif he were able to report satisfactory progress with his work.
A long letter to his sister, now settled in Tennessee, gives a good ideaof his aims and hopes at this time.]
41 North Bank, Regent's Park.
November 21, 1850.
My dearest Lizzie,
We have been at home now nearly three weeks, and I have been a free managain twelve days. Her Majesty's ships have been paid off on the 9th ofthis month. Properly speaking, indeed, we have been at home longer, forwe touched at Plymouth and trod English ground and saw English greenfields on the 23rd of October, but we were allowed to remain onlytwenty-four hours, and to my great disgust were ordered round to Chathamto be paid off. The ill-luck which had made our voyage homeward so long(we sailed from Sydney on the 2nd of May) pursued us in the Channel, andwe did not reach Chatham until the 2nd of November; and what do youthink was one of the first things I did when we reached Plymouth? Wroteto Eliza K. asking news of a certain naughty sister of mine, from whom Ihad never heard a word since we had been away—and if perchance thereshould be any letter, begging her to forward it immediately to Chatham.And so, when at length we got there, I found your kind long letter hadbeen in England some six or seven months; but hearing of the likelihoodof our return, they had very judiciously not sent it to me.
Your letter, my poor Lizzie, justifies many a heartache I have had whenthinking over your lot, knowing, as I well do, what emigrant life is inclimates less trying than that in which you live. I have seen a gooddeal of bush life in Australia, and it enables me fully to sympathisewith and enter into every particular you tell me—from the baking andboiling and pigs squealing, down to that ferocious landshark Mrs.Gunther, of whose class Australia will furnish fine specimens. Had Ibeen at home, too, I could have enlightened the good folks as to themeans of carriage in the colonies, and could have told them that the twoor twenty thousand miles over sea is the smallest part of the difficultyand expense of getting anything to people living inland; as it is, Ithink I have done some good in the matter; their meaning was good buttheir discretion small. But the obtuseness of English in general aboutanything out of the immediate circle of their own experience issomething wonderful.
I had heard here and there fractional accounts of your doings from ElizaK. and my mother—not of the most cheery description—and therefore Iwas right glad to get your letter, which, though it tells of sorrow andmisfortune enough and to spare, yet shows me that the brave woman'sheart you always had, my dearest Lizzie, is still yours, and that youhave always had the warm love of those immediately around you, and now,as the doctor's letter tells us, you have one more source of joy andhappiness, and this new joy must efface the bitterness—I do not say thememory, knowing how impossible that would be—of your great loss. [Thedeath of her little daughter Jessie]. God knows, my dear sister, I couldfeel for you. It was as if I could see again a shadow of the greatsorrow that fell upon us all years ago.
Nothing can bind me more closely to your children than I am already, butif the christening be not all over you must let me be godfather; andthough I fear I am too much of a heretic to promise to bring him up agood son of the church—yet should ever the position which you prophesy,and of which I have an "Ahnung" (though I don't tell that to anybody butNettie), be mine, he shall (if you will trust him to me) be cared for asfew sons are. As things stand, I am talking half nonsense, but I meanit—and you know of old, for good and for evil, my tenacity of purpose.
Now, as to my own affairs—I am not married. Prudently, at any rate, butwhether wisely or foolishly I am not quite sure yet, Nettie and Iresolved to have nothing to do with matrimony for the present. In truth,though our marriage was my great wish on many accounts, yet I feared tobring upon her the consequences that might have occurred had anythinghappened to me within the next few years. We had a sad parting enough,and as is usually the case with me, time, instead of alleviating,renders more disagreeable our separation. I have a woman's element inme. I hate the incessant struggle and toil to cut one another's throatamong us men, and I long to be able to meet with some one in whom I canplace implicit confidence, whose judgment I can respect, and yet whowill not laugh at my most foolish weaknesses, and in whose love I canforget all care. All these conditions I have fulfilled in Nettie. With astrong natural intelligence, and knowledge enough to understand andsympathise with my aims, with firmness of a man, when necessary, shecombines the gentleness of a very woman and the honest simplicity of achild, and then she loves me well, as well as I love her, and you know Ilove but few—in the real meaning of the word, perhaps, but two—she andyou. And now she is away, and you are away. The worst of it is I have noambition, except as means to an end, and that end is the possession of asufficient income to marry upon. I assure you I would not give twostraws for all the honours and titles in the world. A worker I mustalways be—it is my nature—but if I had 400 pounds sterling a year Iwould never let my name appear to anything I did or shall ever do. Itwould be glorious to be a voice working in secret and free from allthose personal motives that have actuated the best. But, unfortunately,one is not a "vox et praeterea nihil," but with a considerablecorporality attached which requires feeding, and so while my inner manis continually indulging in these anchorite reflections, the outer issedulously elbowing and pushing as if he dreamed of nothing but goldmedals and professors' caps.
I am getting on very well—better I fear than I deserve. One of mypapers was published in 1849 in the "Philosophical Transactions,"another in the "Zoological Transactions," and some more may be publishedin the "Linnean" if I like—but I think I shall not like. Then I haveworked pretty hard, and brought home a considerable amount of drawingsand notes about new or rare animals, all particularly nasty slimythings, and they will most likely be published as a separate work by theRoyal Society.
Owens, Forbes, Bell, and Sharpey (the doctor will tell you of whatweight these names are) are all members of the committee which disposesof the money, and are all strongly in favour of my "valuable researches"(cock-a-doodle-doo!!) being published by the Society. From variouscircumstances I have taken a better position than I could have expectedamong these grandees, and I find them all immensely civil and ready tohelp me on, tooth and nail, particularly Professor Forbes, who is aright good fellow, and has taken a great deal of trouble on my behalf.Owen volunteered to write to the "First Lord" on my behalf, and did so.Sharpey, when I saw him, reminded me, as he always does, of my greatcontest with Stocks (do you remember throwing the shoe?), and promisedme all the assistance in his power. Professor Bell, who is secretary tothe Royal, and has great influence, promised to help me in every way,and asked me to dine with him and meet a lot of nobs. I take all thesethings quite as a matter of course, but am all the while considerablyastonished. The other day I dined at the Geological Club and met Lyell,Murchison, de la B[eche] Horner, and a lot more, and last evening Idined with a whole lot of literary and scientific people.
Owen was, in my estimation, great, from the fact of his smoking hiscigar and singing his song like a brick.
I tell you all these things to show you clearly how I stand. I am underno one's PATRONAGE, nor do I ever mean to be. I have never asked, and Inever will ask, any man for his help from mere motives of friendship. Ifany man thinks that I am capable of forwarding the great cause in everso small a way, let him just give me a helping hand and I will thankhim, but if not, he is doing both himself and me harm in offering it,and if it should be necessary for me to find public expression to mythoughts on any matter, I have clearly made up my mind to do so, withoutallowing myself to be influenced by hope of gain or weight of authority.
There are many nice people in this world for whose praise or blame Icare not a whistle. I don't know and I don't care whether I shall everbe what is called a great man. I will leave my mark somewhere, and itshall be clear and distinct:
T.H.H., HIS MARK,
and free from the abominable blur of cant, humbug, and self-seekingwhich surrounds everything in this present world—that is to say,supposing that I am not already unconsciously tainted myself, a resultof which I have a morbid dread. I am perhaps overrating myself. You mustput me in mind of my better self, as you did in your last letter, whenyou write.
But I must come to the close of my epistle, as I have one to enclosefrom my mother. My next shall be longer, and I hope I shall then be ableto tell you what I am doing. At any rate I hope to be in England fortwelve months.
I am very much ashamed of myself for not having written to you for solong—open confession is good for the soul, they say, and I willhonestly confess that I was half puzzled, half piqued, and altogethersulky at your not having answered my last letter containing my lovestory, of which I wrote you an account before anybody. You must notsuppose my affection was a bit the less because I was half angry.Nettie, who knows you well, could tell you otherwise. Indeed, now that Iknow all, I consider myself a great brute, and I will give you leave, ifyou will but write soon, to scold me as much as you like. All the familyare well. My father is the only one who is much altered, and that inmind and strength, not in bodily health, which is very good. My motherhas lost her front teeth, but is otherwise just the same amusing,nervous, distressingly active old lady she always was.
Our cruisers visit New Orleans sometimes, and if ever I am on the WestIndia station, who knows, I may take a run up to see you all. Kindestlove to the children. Tell Florry that I could not get her the bird withthe long tail, but that some day I will send her some pictures ofcopper-coloured gentlemen with great big wigs and no trousers, and tellher her old uncle loves her very much and never forgets her nor anybodyelse.
God bless you, dearest Lizzie. Write soon.
Ever your brother,
Tom.
[Thus within a month of landing in England, Huxley had secured hisfooting in the scientific world. He was freed for the time from the moreirksome part of his profession; his service in the navy had become astepping-stone to the pursuits in which his heart really was. He hadlong been half in despair over the work which he had sent out like thedove from the ark, if haply it might find him some standing ground inthe world; no news of it had reached him till he was about to start onhis homeward voyage, but he returned to discover that at a single strokeit had placed him in the front rank of naturalists.]
41 North Bank, Regent's Park.
January 3, 1851.
My progress [he writes (When not otherwise specified, the extracts inthis chapter are from letters to his future wife.)], must necessarily beslow and uncertain. I cannot see two steps forwards. Much depends uponmyself, much upon circumstances. Hitherto all has gone as well as Icould wish. I have gained each object that I had set before myself—thatis, I have my shore appointment, I have found a means of publishing whatI have done creditably, and I have continued to come into communicationwith some of the first men in England in my department of science. But,as I have found to be the case in all things that are gained, from moneyto friendship, it is not so much getting as keeping. It is by no meansdifficult if you are decently introduced, have tolerably agreeablemanners, and some smattering of science, to take a position among thesefolks, but it is a mighty different affair to keep it and turn it toaccount. Not like the man who, at the Enchanted Castle, had the courageto blow the horn but not to draw the sword, and was consequently shotforth from the mouth of the cave by which he entered with mostignominious haste,—one must be ready to fight immediately after one'sarrival has been announced, or be blown into oblivion.
I HAVE drawn the sword, but whether I am in truth to beat the giants anddeliver my princess from the enchanted castle is yet to be seen.
[For several months he lived with his brother George and his wife at
North Bank, St. John's Wood (the house was pulled down in 1896 for the
Great Central Railway), but the surroundings were too easy, and not
conducive to hard work.]
I must, I fear, emigrate to some "two pair back," which shall have thefeel and manner of a workshop, where I can leave my books about anddissect a marine nastiness if I think fit, sallying forth to meet theworld when necessary, and giving it no more time than necessary. If itwere not for a fear that P. would take it unkindly I should go at once.I must summon up moral courage somehow (how difficult when it is to painthose we love!) and trust to her good sense for the rest.
[And later:—]
…I have been very busy looking about for the last two days, and havebeen in fifty houses if I have been in one. I want some place with adecent address, cheap, and beyond all things, clean. The dirty holesthat some of these lodgings are! such tawdry finery and such servants,with their faces and hands not merely dirty, but absolutely macadamised.And they all make this confounded great Exhibition a plea for aboutdoubling the rent.
[So in April 1851 he removed to lodgings hard by, at 1 Hanover Place,Clarence Gate, Regent's Park] ("which sounds grand, but means nothingmore than a sitting-room and bedroom in a small house"), [then to St.Anne's Gardens, and after that to Upper York Place, while making asecond home with his brother. His other great friends already in Londonwere the Fannings, who had left Australia a few months before his ownreturn. In the scientific world he soon made acquaintance with most ofthe leading men, and began a close friendship with Edward Forbes, withGeorge Busk (then surgeon to H.M.S. "Dreadnought" at Greenwich,afterwards President of the College of Surgeons) and his accomplishedwife, and later in the year with both Hooker and Tyndall. The Busks,indeed, showed him the greatest kindness throughout this period ofstruggle, and the sympathy and intellectual stimulus he received fromtheir society were of the utmost help. They were always ready to welcomehim at Greenwich, and he not only often ran down there for a week-end,but would spend part of his vacations with them at Lowestoft or Tenby,where naturalists could find plenty of occupation.
But from a worldly point of view, it was too soon clear that science wassadly unprofitable. There seemed no speedy prospect of making enough tomarry on. As early as March 1851 he writes:—]
The difficulties of obtaining a decent position in England in anythinglike a reasonable time seem to me greater than ever they were. Toattempt to live by any scientific pursuit is a farce. Nothing but whatis absolutely practical will go down in England. A man of science mayearn great distinction, but not bread. He will get invitations to allsorts of dinners and conversaziones, but not enough income to pay hiscab fare. A man of science in these times is like an Esau who sells hisbirthright for a mess of pottage. Again, if one turns to practice, it isstill the old story—wait; and only after years of working like agalley-slave and intriguing like a courtier is there any chance ofgetting a decent livelihood. I am not at all sure if…it would be themost prudent thing to stick by the Service: there at any rate iscertainty in health and in sickness.
[Nevertheless he was mightily encouraged in the work of bringing out his"Rattlesnake" papers by a notable success in a quarter where he scarcelydared to hope for it. The Royal Society had for some time set itself tobecome a body of working men of science; to exclude for the future allmere dilettanti, and to admit a limited number of men whose work wassuch as to deserve recognition. Thanks to the initiative of Forbes, henow found this recognition accorded to him on the strength of his"Medusa" paper. He writes in February:—]
The F.R.S. that you tell me you dream of being appended to my name isnearer than one might think, to my no small surprise…I had no ideathat it was at all within my reach, until I found out the other day,talking with Mr. Bell, that my having a paper in the "Transactions" wasone of the best of qualifications.
My friend Forbes, to whom I am so much indebted, has taken the matter inhand for me, and I am told I am sure of getting it this year or thenext. I do not at all expect it this year, as there are a great manycandidates, far better men than I…I shall think myself lucky if I getit next year. Don't say anything about the matter till I tell you…Asthe old proverb says, there is many a slip 'twixt the cup and the lip.
[There were thirty-eight candidates; of these the Council would selectfifteen, and submit their names for election at a general meeting of theSociety. He was not yet twenty-six years of age, and certainly theyoungest and least known of the competitors. Others probably had been upbefore—possibly many times before; nevertheless, on this, his firstcandidature, he was placed among the selected. The formal election didnot took place till June 5, but on a chance visit to Forbes he heard thegreat news. The F.R.S. was a formal attestation of the value of the workhe had already done; it was a token of success in the present, an auguryof greater success in the future. No wonder the news was exciting.]
To-day [he writes on April 14] I saw Forbes at the Museum of PracticalGeology, where I often drop in on him. "Well," he said, "I am glad to beable to tell you you are all right for the Royal Society; the selectionwas made on Friday night, and I hear that you are one of the selected. Ihave not seen the list, but my authority is so good that you may makeyourself easy about it." I confess to having felt a little proud, thoughI believe I spoke and looked as cool as a cucumber. There werethirty-eight candidates, out of whom only fifteen could be selected, andI fear that they have left behind much better men than I. I shall notfeel certain about the matter until I receive some officialannouncement. I almost wish that until then I had heard nothing aboutit. Notwithstanding all my cucumbery appearance, I will confess to youthat I could not sit down and read to-day after the news. I wanderedhither and thither restlessly half over London…Whether I have it ornot, I can say one thing, that I have left my case to stand on its ownstrength; I have not asked for a single vote, and there are not on mycertificate half the names that there might be. If it be mine, it is byno intrigue.
[Again, on May 4, 1851]
I am twenty-six to-day…and it reminds me that I have left you now awhole year. It is perfectly frightful to think how the time is slippingby, and yet seems to bring us no nearer.
What have I done with my twenty-sixth year? Six months were spent atsea, and therefore may be considered as so much lost; and six months Ihave had in England. That, I may say, has not been thrown awayaltogether without fruit. I have read a good deal and I have written agood deal. I have made some valuable friends, and have found my workmore highly estimated than I had ventured to hope. I must tell yousomething, because it will please you, even if you think me vain fordoing so.
I was talking to Professor Owen yesterday, and said that I imagined Ihad to thank him in great measure for the honour of the F.R.S. "No," hesaid, "you have nothing to thank but the goodness of your own work." Forabout ten minutes I felt rather proud of that speech, and shall keep itby me whenever I feel inclined to think myself a fool, and that I have amost mistaken notion of my own capacities. The only use of honours is asan antidote to such fits of the "blue devils." Of one thing, however,which is by no means so agreeable, my opportunities for seeing thescientific world in England force upon me every day a stronger andstronger conviction. It is that there is no chance of living by science.I have been loth to believe it, but it is so. There are not more thanfour or five offices in London which a Zoologist or ComparativeAnatomist can hold and live by. Owen, who has a European reputation,second only to that of Cuvier, gets as Hunterian Professor 300 poundssterling a year! which is less than the salary of many a bank clerk. Myfriend Forbes, who is a highly distinguished and a very able man, getsthe same from his office of Paleontologist to the Geological Survey ofGreat Britain. Now, these are first-rate men—men who have been at workfor years laboriously toiling upward—men whose abilities, had theyturned them into the many channels of money-making, must have made largefortunes. But the beauty of Nature and the pursuit of Truth allured theminto a nobler life—and this is the result…In literature a man maywrite for magazines and reviews, and so support himself; but not so inscience. I could get anything I write into any of the journals or any ofthe Transactions, but I know no means of thereby earning five shillings.A man who chooses a life of science chooses not a life of poverty, but,so far as I can see, a life of NOTHING, and the art of living uponnothing at all has yet to be discovered. You will naturally think, then,"Why persevere in so hopeless a course?" At present I cannot helpmyself. For my own credit, for the sake of gratifying those who havehitherto helped me on—nay, for the sake of truth and science itself, Imust work out fairly and fully complete what I have begun. And when thatis done, I will courageously and cheerfully turn my back upon all my oldaspirations. The world is wide, and there is everywhere room for honestyof purpose and earnest endeavour. Had I failed in attaining my wishesfrom an overweening self-confidence,—had I found that the obstaclesafter all lay within myself—I should have bitterly despised myself,and, worst of all, I should have felt that you had just ground ofcomplaint.
So far as the acknowledgment of the value of what I have done isconcerned, I have succeeded beyond my expectations, and if I have failedon the other side of the question, I cannot blame myself. It is theworld's fault and not mine.
[A few months more, and he was able to report another and still moreunexpected testimony to the value of his work—another encouragement topersevere in the difficult pursuit of a scientific life. He foundhimself treated as an equal by men of established reputation; and thefirst-fruits of his work ranked on a level with the maturer efforts ofveterans in science. He was within an ace of receiving the Royal Medal,which was awarded him the following year. Of this, he writes:—]
November 7, 1851.
I have at last tasted what it is to mingle with my fellows—to take myplace in that society for which nature has fitted me, and whether thedraught has been a poison which has heated my veins or true nectar fromthe gods, life-giving, I know not, but I can no longer rest where I oncecould have rested. If I could find within myself that mere personalambition, the desire of fame, present or posthumous, had anything to dowith this restlessness, I would root it out. But in those moments ofself-questioning, when one does not lie even to oneself, I feel that Ican say it is not so—that the real pleasure, the true sphere, lies inthe feeling of self-development—in the sense of power and of growingONENESS with the great spirit of abstract truth.
Do you understand this? I know you do; our old oneness of feeling willnot desert us here…
To-day a most unexpected occurrence came to my knowledge. I must tellyou that the Queen places at the disposal of the Royal Society once ayear a valuable gold medal to be given to the author of the best paperupon either a physical, chemical, or anatomical or physiologicalsubject. One of these branches of science is chosen by the Royal Societyfor each year, and therefore for any given subject—say anatomy andphysiology; it becomes a triennial prize, and is given to the bestmemoir in the "Transactions" for three years.
It happens that the Royal Medal, as it is called, is this year given inAnatomy and Physiology. I had no idea that I had the least chance ofgetting it, and made no effort to do so. But I heard this morning from amember of the Council that the award was made yesterday, and that I waswithin an ace of getting it. Newport, a man of high standing in thescientific world, and myself were the two between whom the choicerested, and eventually it was given to him, on account of his having agreater bulk of matter in his papers, so evenly did the balance swing.Had I only had the least idea that I should be selected they should havehad enough and to spare from me. However, I do not grudge Newport hismedal; he is a good sort and a worthy competitor, old enough to be myfather, and has long had a high reputation. Except for its practicalvalue as a means of getting a position I care little enough for themedal. What I do care for is the justification which the being marked inthis position gives to the course I have taken. Obstinate andself-willed as I am…there are times when grave doubts overshadow mymind, and then such testimony as this restores my self-confidence.
To let you know the full force of what I have been saying, I must tellyou that this "Royal Medal" is what such men as Owen and Faraday areglad to get, and is indeed one of the highest honours in England.
To-day I had the great pleasure of meeting my old friend Sir JohnRichardson (to whom I was mainly indebted for my appointment in the"Rattlesnake"). Since I left England he has married a third wife, andhas taken a hand in joining in search of Franklin (which was moredreadful?), like an old hero as he is; but not a feather of him isaltered, and he is as grey, as really kind, and as seemingly abrupt andgrim, as ever he was. Such a fine old polar bear!
CHAPTER 1.6.
1851-1854.
[The course pursued by the Government in the matter of Huxley's papersis curious and instructive. The Admiralty minute of 1849 had promisedeither money assistance for publishing or speedy promotion as anencouragement to scientific research in the Navy, especially by themedical officers. On leave to publish the scientific results of theexpedition being asked for, the Department forestalled any request formonetary aid by an intimation that none would be given. Strongrepresentations, however, from the leading scientific authoritiesinduced them to grant the appointment to the "Fisguard" for six months.
The sequel shows how the departmental representatives of science didtheir best for science in Huxley's case, so far as in their powerlay:—]
June 6, 1851.
The other day I received an intimation that my presence was required atSomerset House. I rather expected the mandate, as six months' leave wasup. Sir William was very civil, and told me that the Commander of the"Fisguard" had applied to the Admiralty to know what was to be done withme, as my leave had expired. "Now," said he, "go to Forest" (hissecretary), "write a letter to me, stating what you want, and I will getit done for you." So away I went and applied for an indefinite amount ofleave, on condition of reporting the progress of my work every sixmonths, and as I suppose I shall get it, I feel quite easy on that head.
[In May 1851 he applied to the Royal Society for help from theGovernment Grant towards publishing the bulk of his work as a whole, formuch of its value would be lost if scattered fragmentarily among theTransactions of various learned societies. Personally, the members ofthe committee were very willing to make the grant, but on furtherconsideration it appeared that the money was to be applied for promotingresearch, not for assisting publication; and moreover, it was desirablenot to establish a precedent for saddling the funds at the disposal ofthe Society with all the publications which it was the clear duty of theGovernment to undertake. On this ground the application was refused, butat the same time it was resolved that the Government be formally askedto give the necessary subvention towards bringing out these valuablepapers.
A similar resolution was passed at the Ipswich meeting of the BritishAssociation in July 1851, and at a meeting of its Council in March 1852the President declared himself ready to carry it into effect by askingthe Treasury for the needful 300 pounds sterling. But at the Julymeeting he could only report a non possumus answer for the current year(1852) from the Government, and a resolution was passed recommendingthat application on the subject be renewed by the British Association inthe following year.
Meanwhile, weary of official delay, Huxley had conceived the idea ofwriting direct to the Duke of Northumberland, then First Lord of theAdmiralty, whom he knew to take an interest in scientific research. Atthe same time he stirred Lord Rosse, the President of the Royal Society,to repeat his application to the Treasury. Although the Admiralty inApril 1852 again refused money help, and bade him apply to the RoyalSociety for a portion of the Government Grant (which the latter hadalready refused him), the Hydrographer was directed to make inquiries asto the propriety of granting him an extension of leave. To his questionasking the exact amount of time still required for finishing the work ofpublication, Huxley returned what he described as a "savage reply," thathis experience of engravers led him to think that the plates could bepublished in eight or nine months from the receipt of a grant; that hehad reason to believe this grant might soon be promised, but that thelong delay was solely due to the remissness of those whose duty it wasto represent his claims to the Government; and finally, that he must askfor a year's extension of leave.
For these expressions his conscience smote him when, on June 12, at asoiree of the Royal Society, Lord Rosse took him aside and informed himthat he had seen Sir C. Trevelyan, the Under Secretary to the Treasury,who said there would be no difficulty in the matter if it were properlylaid before the Prime Minister, Lord Derby. To Lord Derby therefore hewent, and was told that Mr. Huxley should go to the Treasury and arrangematters in person with Trevelyan. At the same time the indignant tone ofhis letter to the Hydrographer seemed to have done good; he was invitedto explain matters in person, and was granted the leave he asked for.
Everything now seemed to point to a speedy solution of his difficulties.The promise of a grant, of course, did nothing immediate, but assuredhim a good position, and settled all the scruples of the Admiralty withregard to time.] "You have no notion," [he writes,]" of the trouble thegrant has cost me. It died a natural death till I wrote to the Duke inMarch, and brought it to life again. The more opposition there is, themore determined I am to carry it through." [But he was doomed to a worsedisappointment than before. Trevelyan received him very civilly, but hadheard nothing on the matter from Lord Derby, and accordingly sent him incharge of his private secretary to see Lord Derby's secretary. Thelatter had seen no papers relating to any such matter, and supposed LordDerby had not brought them from St. James' Square, "but promised towrite to me as soon as anything was learnt. I look upon it as adjournedsine die." Parliament breaking up immediately after gave the officials agood excuse for doing nothing more.
When his year's leave expired in June 1853, he wrote the followingletter to Sir William Burnett:—]
As the period of my leave of absence from H.M.S. "Fisguard" is about toexpire, I have the honour to report that the duty on which I have beenengaged has been carried out, as far as my means permit, by thepublication of a "Memoir upon the Homologies of the Cephalous Mollusca,"with four plates, which appeared in the "Philosophical Transactions" for1852 (published 1853), being the fourth memoir resulting from theobservations made during the voyage of H.M.S. "Rattlesnake" which hasappeared in these "Transactions."
I have the pleasure of being able to add that the President and Councilof the Royal Society have considered these memoirs worthy of beingrewarded by the Royal Medal in Physiology for 1852, which they did methe honour to confer in the November of that year.
I regret that no definite answer of any kind having as yet been given tothe strong representations which were made by the Presidents both of theRoyal Society and of the British Association in 1852 to H.M.Government—representations which have recently been earnestlyrepeated—in order to obtain a grant for the purpose of publishing theremainder of these researches in a separate form, I have been unable toproceed any further, and I beg to request a renewal of my leave ofabsence from H.M.S. "Fisguard," so that if H.M. Government think fit togive the grant applied for, it may be in my power to make use of it; orthat, should it be denied, I may be enabled to find some other means ofpreventing the total loss of the labour of some years.
[Hereupon he was allowed six months longer, but with the intimation thatno further leave would be granted. A final application from thescientific authorities resulted in fresh inquiries as to the length oftime still required, and the deadlock between the two departments ofState being unchanged, he replied to the same effect as before, but tono purpose. His formal application for leave in January 1854 was met byorders to join the "Illustrious" at Portsmouth. He appealed to theAdmiralty that this appointment might be cancelled, giving a briefsummary of the facts, and pointing out that it was the inaction of theTreasury which had absolutely prevented him from completing his work.]
I would therefore respectfully submit that, under these circumstances,my request to be permitted to remain on half-pay until the completion ofthe publication of the results of some years' toil is not whollyunreasonable. It is the only reward for which I would ask theirLordships, and indeed, considering the distinct pledge given in theminute to which I have referred, to grant it would seem as nearly toconcern their Lordships' honour as my advantage.
[The counter to this bold stroke was crushing, if not convincing. He wasordered to join his ship immediately under pain of being struck off theNavy list. He was of course prepared for this ultimatum, and whether hecould manage to pursue science in England or might be compelled to setup as a doctor in Sydney, he considered that he would be better off thanas an assistant surgeon in the Navy. Accordingly he stood firm, and thethreat was carried into effect in March 1854. An unexpected consequencefollowed. As long as he was in the navy, with direct claims upon aGovernment department for assistance in publishing his work, the RoyalSociety had not felt justified in allotting him any part of theGovernment Grant. But now that he had left the service, this objectionwas removed, and in June 1854 the sum of 300 pounds sterling wasassigned for this purpose, while the remainder of the expense was borneby the Ray Society, which undertook the publication under the title of"Oceanic Hydrozoa." Thus he was able to record with some satisfactionhow he at last has got the grant, though indirectly, from theGovernment, and considers it something of a triumph for the principle ofthe family motto, tenax propositi.
While these fruitless negotiations with the Admiralty were in progress,he had done a good deal, both in publishing what he could of his"Rattlesnake" work, and in trying to secure some scientific appointmentwhich would enable him to carry out his two chief objects: the one hismarriage, the other the unhampered pursuit of science. In addition tothe papers sent home from the cruise—one on the Medusae, published inthe "Philosophical Transactions of the Royal Society" for 1849, and oneon the Animal of Trigonia, published in the "Proceedings of theZoological Society" for the same year—he had reported to the Admiraltyin June 1851 the publication of seven memoirs:—
1. On the Auditory Organs of the Crustacea. Published in the "Annals ofNatural History."
2. On the Anatomy of the genus Tethea. Published in the "Annals ofNatural History."
3. Report upon the Development of the Echinoderms. To appear in the"Annals" for July.
4. On the Anatomy and Physiology of the Salpae, with four plates. Readat the Royal Society, and to be published in the next part of the"Philosophical Transactions."
5. On two Genera of Ascidians, Doliolum and Appendicularia, with oneplate. Read at the Royal Society, and to be published in the next partof the "Philosophical Transactions."
6. On some peculiarities in the Circulation of the Mollusca. Sent to M.Milne-Edwards, at his request, to be published in the "Annales desSciences."
7. On the Generative Organs of the Physophoridae and Diphydae. Sent toProfessor Muller of Berlin for publication in his "Archiv."
By the end of the year he had four more to report:—
1. On the Hydrostatic Acalephae; 2. On the genus Sagitta, both publishedin the "Report of the British Association" for 1851; 3. On Lacinulariasocialis, a contribution to the anatomy and physiology of the Rotifera,in the "Transactions of the Microscopical Society" 4. On Thalassicolla,a new zoophyte, in the "Annals of Natural History." Next year he readbefore the British Association a paper entitled "Researches into theStructure of the Ascidians," and a very important one on the Morphologyof the Cephalous Mollusca, afterwards published in the "PhilosophicalTransactions." In addition he had prepared a great part of his longerwork for publication; out of twenty-four or twenty-five plates, nineteenwere ready for the engraver when he wrote his appeal to the Duke ofNorthumberland. In this same year, 1852, he was also awarded the RoyalMedal in Physiology for the value of his contributions to the"Philosophical Transactions."
In 1853, besides seeing some of these papers through the press, hepublished one on the existence of Cellulose in the Tunic of Ascidians,read before the Microscopical Society, and two papers on the Structureof the Teeth; the latter, of course, like a paper of the previous yearon Echinococcus, being distinct from the "Rattlesnake" work. The greaterwork on Oceanic Hydrozoa, over which the battle of the grant in aid hadbeen waged so long, did not see the light until 1858, when his interesthad been diverted from these subjects, and to return to them was more aburden than a pleasure.
In the second place, the years 1851-53, so full of profitless successesin pure science, and delusive hopes held out by the Government, weremarked by an equally unsuccessful series of attempts to obtain aprofessorship. If a chair of Natural History had been established, as hehoped, in the projected university at Sydney, he would gladly have stoodfor it. Sydney was a second home to him; he would have been backed bythe great influence of Macleay; and in his eyes a naturalist could notdesire a finer field for his labours than the waters of Port Jackson.But this was not to be, and the first chair he tried for was thenewly-instituted chair of Zoology at the University of Toronto. Thevacancy was advertised in the summer of 1851; the pay of full 300 poundssterling a year was enough to marry on; his friends reassured him as tohis capacity to fill the post, which, moreover, did not debar him fromthe hope of returning some day to fill a similar post in England.]
1 Edward Street, St. John's Wood Terrace,
July 29 [1851].
My dear Henfrey,
I have been detained in town, or I hope we should long since have hadour projected excursion.
What do you think of my looking out for a Professorship of NaturalHistory at Toronto? Pay 350 pounds sterling, with chances of extra fees.I think that out there one might live comfortably upon thatsum—possibly even do the domestic and cultivate the Loves and Graces aswell as the Muses.
Seriously, however, I should like to know what you think of it. Thechoice of getting anything over here without devoting one's self whollyto Mammon, seems to me very small. At least it involves years ofwaiting.
Toronto is not very much out of the way, and the pay is decent and wouldenable me to devote myself wholly to my favourite pursuits. Were it inEngland, I could wish nothing better; and, as it is, I think it wouldanswer my purpose very well for some years at any rate.
If they go fairly to work I think I shall have a very good chance ofbeing elected; but I am told that these matters are often determined bypetty intrigues.
Francis and I looked for you everywhere at the Botanic Gardens, andfinding you were too wise to come, came here, grieving your absence, andhad an aesthetic "Bier." [(Dr. William Francis, one of the editors ofthe "Philosophical Magazine," and a member of the publishing firm ofTaylor and Francis.)
He obtained a remarkably strong set of testimonials from all the leadinganatomists and physiologists in the kingdom, as well as one fromMilne-Edwards in Paris.
I have put together [he writes] twelve or fourteen testimonials from thefirst men. I will have no other.
[His newly-obtained F.R.S. was a recommendation in itself. So that hewrites:—]
There are, I learn, several other candidates, but no one I fear at all,if they only have fair play. There is no one of the others who cancommand anything like the scientific influence which is being exercisedfor me, whatever private influence they may have.
What makes all the big-wigs so marvellously zealous on my behalf I knownot. I have sought none of them and flattered none of them, that I cansay with a good conscience, and I think you know me well enough tobelieve it. I feel very grateful to them; and if it ever happens that Iam able to help a young man on (when I am a big-wig myself!) I shallremember it.
[And again, September 23, 1851:—]
When I have once sent away my testimonials and done all that is to bedone, I shall banish the subject from my mind and make myself quite easyas to results. For the present I confess to being somewhat anxious.
[Nevertheless, after many postponements, a near relative of aninfluential Canadian politician was at length appointed late in 1853. Byan amusing coincidence, Huxley's newly-made friend, Tyndall, waslikewise a candidate for a chair at Toronto, and likewise rejected. Twoletters, concerning Tyndall's election to the Royal Society, containreferences both to Toronto and to Sydney.]
4 Upper York Place, St. John's Wood
December 4 [1851].
My dear Sir,
I was greatly rejoiced to find I could be of service to you in any way,and I only regret, for your sake, that my name is not a more weightyone. Your election, I should think, can be a matter of no doubt.
As to Toronto, I confess I am not very anxious about it. Sydney wouldhave been far more to my taste, and I confess I envy you what, as Ihear, is the very good chance you have of going there.
It used to be our headquarters in the "Rattlesnake" and my home forthree months in the year. Should you go, I should be very happy, if youlike, to give you letters to some of my friends.
Greatly as I wish we had been destined to do our work together, I cannotbut offer you the most hearty wishes for your success in Sydney.
Ever yours very faithfully,
Thomas H. Huxley.
John Tyndall, Esq.
41 North Bank, Regent's Park,
May 7, 1852.
My dear Tyndall,
Allow me to be one of the first to have the pleasure of congratulatingyou on your new honours. I had the satisfaction last night to hear yourname read out as one of the selected of the Council of the Royal Societyfor election to the Fellowship this year, and you are therefore as goodas elected.
I always made sure of your success, but I am not the less pleased thatit is now a fait accompli.
I am, my dear Tyndall, faithfully yours,
T.H. Huxley.
P.S.—I have heard nothing of Toronto, and I begin to think that thewhole affair, University and all, is a myth.
[His hopes of the Colonies failing, he tried each of the divisions ofthe United Kingdom in turn, with uniform ill-success; in 1852-53 atAberdeen and at Cork; in 1853 at King's College, London. He had greathopes of Aberdeen at first; the appointment lay with the Home Secretary,a personal friend of Sir J. Clark, who was interested in Huxley thoughnot personally acquainted with him. But no sooner had he written to urgethe latter's claims than a change of ministry took place, and otherinfluences commanded the field. It was cold comfort that Clark told himonly to wait—something must turn up. There was still a greatprobability of the Toronto chair falling to a Cork professor; so withthis in view, he gave up a trip to Chamounix with his brother, andattended the meeting of the British Association at Belfast in August1852, in order to make himself known to the Irish men of science, for,as his friends told him, personal influence went for so much, and whilemost men's reputations were better than themselves, he might flatterhimself that he was better than his reputation. But this, too, came tonothing, and the King's College appointment also went to the candidatewho was backed by the most powerful influence.
A fatality seemed to dog his efforts; nevertheless he writes at the endof 1851:—]
Among my scientific friends the monition I get on all sides is that of
Dante's great ancestor to him—
A te sequi la tua stella.
If this were from personal friends only, I should disregard it; but itcomes from men to whose approbation it would be foolish affectation todeny the highest value. I find myself treated on a footing of equality("my proud self," as you may suppose, would not put up with any other)by men whose names and works have been long before the world. Myopinions are treated with a respect altogether unaccountable to me, andwhat I have done is quoted as having full authority. Without canvassinga soul or making use of any influence, I have been elected into theRoyal Society at a time when that election is more difficult than it hasever been in the history of the Society. Without my knowledge I waswithin an ace of getting the Royal Society medal this year, and if I goon I shall very probably get it next time.
[In 1852 he was not only to receive this coveted honour (See Chapter7.), but also to be elected upon the Royal Society Council. In January1852, when standing for Toronto, he describes how Colonel Sabine, thenSecretary of the Royal Society, dissuaded him from the project, sayingthat a brilliant prospect lay before him if he would only wait.]
"Make up your mind to get something fairly within your reach, and youwill have us all with you." Professor Owen again offers to do anythingin his power for me; Professor Forbes will move heaven and earth for meif he can; Gray, Bell, and all the leading men are, I know, similarlyinclined. Fate says wait, and you shall reach the goal which from achild you have set before yourself. On the other hand, a small voicelike conscience speaks of one who is wasting youth and life away foryour sake.
[Other friends, who, while recognising his general capacities, were notscientific, and had no direct appreciation of his superlative powers inscience, thought he was following a course which would never allow himto marry, and urged him to give up his unequal battle with fate, andemigrate to Australia. Of this he writes on August 5, 1852, to MissHeathorn:—]
I must make up my mind to it if nothing turns up. However, I look uponsuch a life as would await me in Australia with great misgiving. A lifespent in a routine employment, with no excitement and no occupation forthe higher powers of the intellect, with its great aspirations stifledand all the great problems of existence set hopelessly in thebackground, offers to me a prospect that would be utterly intolerablebut for your love…Sometimes I am half mad with the notion of bringingall my powers in a surer struggle for a livelihood. Sometimes I amequally wild at thinking of the long weary while that has passed sincewe met. There are times when I cannot bear to think of leaving mypresent pursuits, when I feel I should be guilty of a piece of cowardlydesertion from my duty in doing it, and there come intervals when Iwould give truth and science and all hopes to be folded in your arms…Iknow which course is right, but I never know which I may follow; helpme…for there is only one course in which there is either hope or peacefor me.
[These repeated disappointments deepened the fits of depression whichconstantly assailed him. He was torn by two opposing thoughts. Was itjust, was it right, to demand so great a sacrifice from the woman whohad entrusted her future to the uncertain chances of his fortunes? Couldhe ask her to go on offering up the best years of her life toaspirations of his which were possibly chimerical, or perhaps merelyselfishness in disguise, which ought to yield to more imperative duties?Why not clip the wings of Pegasus, and descend to the sober, everydayjog-trot after plain bread and cheese like other plain people? Timeafter time he almost made up his mind to throw science to the winds; toemigrate and establish a practice in Sydney; to try even squatting orstorekeeping. And yet he knew only too well that with his temperament nolife would bring him the remotest approach to lasting happiness andsatisfaction except one that gave scope to his intellectual passion. Toyield to the immediate pressure of circumstances was perhaps ignoble,was even more probably a surer road to the loss of happiness for himselfand for his wife than the repeated and painful sacrifices of thepresent. With all this, however, and the more when assured of her entireconfidence in his judgment, he could not but feel a sense of remorsethat she willingly accepted the sacrifice, and feared that she mighthave done so rather to gratify his wishes than because reason approvedit as the right course to follow.
Here is another typical extract from his correspondence. Hearing that
Toronto is likely to go to a relative of a Canadian minister, he writes,
January 2, 1852:—]
I think of all my dreams and aspirations, and of the path which I knowlies before me if I can only bide my time, and it seems a sin and ashameful thing to allow my resolve to be turned; and then comes themocking suspicion, is this fine abstract duty of yours anything but asubtlety of your own selfishness? Have you not other more imperativeduties?
You may fancy whether my life is a very happy one thus spent withouteven the satisfaction of the sense of right-doing. I must come to someresolution about it, and that shortly. I was talking seriously withFanning the other night about the possibility of finding some employmentof a profitable kind in Australia, storekeeping, squatting, or the like.As I told him, any change in my mode of life must be TOTAL. If I am tochange at all, the change must be total and complete. I will not attemptmy own profession. I should only be led astray to think and to work asof old, and sigh continually for my old dear and intoxicating pursuits.I wish I understood Brewing, and I would make a proposition to come andhelp your father. You may smile, but I am as serious as ever I was in mylife.
[The distance between them made it doubly difficult to keep in touchwith one another, when the post took from four and a half to five oreven six months to reach England from Australia. The answer to a letterwould come when the matter in question was long done with. The assurancethat he was doing right at one moment seemed inadequate whencircumstances had altered and hope sunk lower. It was all too easy tosuspect that she did not understand his aims, his thirst for action, northe fact that he was no longer free to do as he liked, whether to stayin the navy, to go into practice, or follow his own pursuits andpleasure. Yet it made him despair to be so hedged in by circumstances.With all his efforts, he seemed as though he had done nothing but earnthe reputation of being a very promising young man. How much easier tocontinue the struggle if he could but have seen her face to face, andread her thoughts as to whether he were right or wrong in the course hewas pursuing. He appeals to her faith that he is choosing the noblerpath in pursuing knowledge, than in turning aside to the temptation ofthrowing it up for the sake of their speedier union. Still she was rightin claiming a share in his work; but for her his life would have beenwasted.
The clouds gathered very thickly about him when in April 1852 his motherdied, while his father was hopelessly ill.] "Belief and happiness," [hewrites,] "seem to be beyond the reach of thinking men in these days, butcourage and silence are left." [Again the clouds lifted, for in Octoberhe received Miss Heathorn's] "noble and self-sacrificing letter, whichhas given me more comfort than anything for a long while," [the keynoteof which was that a man should pursue those things for which he is mostfitted, let them be what they will. He now felt free to tell thevicissitudes of thought and will he had passed through this twelvemonth,and how the idea of giving up all had affected him.] "The spectre of awasted life has passed before me—a vision of that servant who hid histalent in a napkin and buried it."
[Early in 1853 he writes how much he was cheered by his sister's adviceand encouragement to persist in the struggle; but the darkest moment wasstill to come. His hopes from his candidature crumbled away one afterthe other; his leave from the Admiralty was coming to an end, and therewas small hope of renewing it; the grant from Government remained asunattainable as ever; the long struggle had taught him the full extentof his powers only, it seemed, to end by denying him all opportunity fortheir use.]
And so the card house I have been so laboriously building up these twoyears with all manner of hard struggling will be tumbled down again, andmy small light will be ignominiously snuffed out like that of bettermen…I can submit if the fates are too strong. The world is no betterthan an arena of gladiators, and I, a stray savage, have been turnedinto it to fight my way with my rude club among the steel-clad fighters.Well, I have won my way into the front rank, and ought to be thankfuland deem it only the natural order of things if I can get no further.
[And again in a letter of July 6, 1853:—]
I know that these three years have inconceivably altered me—that frombeing an idle man, only too happy to flow into the humours of themoment, I have become almost unable to exist without active intellectualexcitement. I know that in this I find peace and rest such as I canattain in no other way. From being a mere untried fledgling, doubtfulwhether the wish to fly proceeded from mere presumption or from buddingwings, I have now some confidence in well-tried pinions, which havegiven me rank among the strongest and foremost. I have always felt howdifficult it was for you to realise all this—how strange it must be toyou that though your image remained as bright as ever, new interests andpurposes had ranged themselves around it, and though they could claim nopre-eminence, yet demanded their share of my thoughts. I make no apologyfor this—it is man's nature and the necessary influence ofcircumstances which will so have it; and depend, however painful ourpresent separation may be, the spectacle of a man who had given up thecherished purpose of his life, the Esau who had sold his birthright fora mess of pottage and with it his self-respect, would before long yearswere over our heads be infinitely more painful. Depend upon it, thetrust which you placed in my hands when I left you—to choose for bothof us—has not been abused. Hemmed in by all sorts of difficulties, mychoice was a narrow one, and I was guided more by circumstances than myown free will. Nevertheless the path has shown itself to be a fair one,neither more difficult nor less so than most paths in life in which aman of energy may hope to do much if he believes in himself, and is atpeace within.
My course in life is taken. I will NOT leave London—I WILL make myselfa name and a position as well as an income by some kind of pursuitconnected with science, which is the thing for which nature has fittedme if she has ever fitted any one for anything. Bethink yourself whetheryou can cast aside all repining and all doubt, and devote yourself inpatience and trust to helping me along my path as no one else could. Iknow what I ask, and the sacrifice I demand, and if this were the timeto use false modesty, I should say how little I have to offer inreturn…
I am full of faults, but I am real and true, and the whole devotion ofan earnest soul cannot be overprized.
…It is as if all that old life at Holmwood had merely been apreparation for the real life of our love—as if we were then childrenignorant of life's real purpose—as if these last months had merely beenmy old doubts over again, whether I had rightly or wrongly interpretedthe manner and the words that had given me hope…
We will begin the new love of woman and man, no longer that of boy andgirl, conscious that we have aims and purposes as well as affections,and that if love is sweet life is dreadfully stern and earnest.
[As time went on and no permanency offered—although a good deal ofwriting fell in his way—the strain told heavily upon him. In the autumnhe was quite out of sorts, body and mind, more at war with himself thanhe ever was in his life before. All this, he writes, had darkened histhoughts, had made him once more imagine a hopeless discrepancy betweenthe two of them in their ways of thinking and objects in life. It wasnot till November 1853 that this depression was banished by the trustand confidence of her last letter.] "I wish to Heaven," [he writes,] "ithad reached me six months ago. It would have saved me a world of painand error." [But with this, the worst period of mental suffering wasover, and every haunting doubt was finally exorcised. His career wasmade possible by the steady faith which neither separation nor anymisgiving nor its own troubles could shake. And from this point allthings began to brighten. His health had been restored by a trip to thePyrenees with his brother George in September. He had got work thatenabled him to regard the Admiralty and its menaces with completeequanimity; a "Manual of Comparative Anatomy," for Churchhill thepublisher, regular work on the "Westminster," and another book inprospect,] "so that if I quit the Service to-morrow, these will give memore than my pay has been." [(This regular work was the article onContemporary Science, which in October 1854 he got Tyndall to share withhim. For, he writes,] "To give some account of the books in one's owndepartment is no particular trouble, and comes with me under the head ofbeing paid for what I MUST, in any case, do—but I neither will, norcan, go on writing about books in other departments, of which I am notcompetent to form a judgment even if I had the time to give to them.")[And on December 7 he writes how he has been restored and revived byreading over her last two letters, and confesses,] "I have been unjustto the depth and strength of your devotion, but will never do so again."[Then he tells all he had gone through before leaving England inSeptember for his holiday—how he had resolved to abandon all hisspecial pursuits and take up Chemistry, for practical purposes, whenfirst one publisher and then another asked him to write for them, andhopes were held out to him of being appointed to deliver the Fullerianlectures at the Royal Institution for the next three years; while, mostimportant of all, Edward Forbes was likely before long, to leave hispost at the Museum of Practical Geology, and he had already been spokento by the authorities about filling it. This was worth some 200 poundssterling a year, while he calculated to make about 250 pounds sterlingby his pen alone.] "Therefore it would be absurd to go hunting forchemical birds in the bush when I have such in the hand."
CHAPTER 1.7.
1851-1853.
[Several letters dating from 1851 to 1853 help to fill up the outlinesof Huxley's life during those three years of struggle. There is adescription of the British Association meeting at Ipswich in 1851]("Forbes advises me to go down to the meeting of the British Associationthis year and make myself notorious somehow or other. Thank Heaven Ihave impudence enough to lecture the savans of Europe if necessary. Canyou imagine me holding forth?" [June 6, 1851.]), with the traditionaltouch of gaiety to enliven the gravity of its proceedings, and theunconventional jollity of the Red Lion Club (a dining-club of members ofthe Association), whose palmy days were those under the inspiration ofthe genial and gifted Forbes. This was the meeting at which Huxley firstbegan his alliance with Tyndall, with whom he travelled down from town,although he does not mention his name in this letter. With Hooker he hadalready made acquaintance; and from this time forwards the three wereclosely bound together by personal regard as well as by similarity ofaims and interests.
Then follow his sketch of the English scientific world as he found it in1851, given in his letter to W. Macleay; several letters to his sister;the description of his first lecture at the Royal Institution, which,though successful on the whole, was very different in manner anddelivery from the clear and even flow of his later style, with the voicenot loud but distinct, the utterance never hurried beyond the point ofimmediate comprehension, but carrying the attention of the audience withit, eager to the end. Two letters of warning and remonstrance againstthe habits of lecturing in a colloquial tone, suitable to a knot ofstudents gathered round his table, but not to a large audience—ofrunning his words, especially technical terms, together—of pouring outnew and unfamiliar matter at breakneck speed, were addressed to him—oneby a "working man" of his Monday evening audience at Jermyn Street in1855, the other, undated, by Mr. Jodrell, a frequenter of the RoyalInstitution, and afterwards founder of the Jodrell Lectureships atUniversity College, London, and other benefactions to science, and thesehe kept by him as a perpetual reminder, labelled "Good Advice." How muchcan be done by the frank acceptance of criticism and by careful practiceis shown by the difference between the feelings of the later audienceswho flocked to his lectures, and those of the members of an Institute inSt. John's Wood, who, as he often used to tell, after hearing him in hisearly days, petitioned "not to have that young man again."]
July 12, 1851.
The interval between my letters has been a little longer than usual, asI have been very busy attending the meeting of the British Associationat Ipswich. The last time I attended one was at Southampton five yearsago, when I went merely as a spectator, and looked at the people whoread papers as if they were somebodies. (See Chapter 2, ad fin.) Thistime I have been behind the scenes myself and have played out my littlepart on the boards. I know all about the scenery and decorations, and nolonger think the manager a wizard.
Any one who conceives that I went down from any especial interest in theprogress of science makes a great mistake. My journey was altogether amatter of policy, partly for the purpose of doing a little necessarytrumpeting, and partly to get the assistance of the Association ininfluencing the Government.
On the journey down, my opposite in the railway carriage turned out tobe Sir James Ross, the Antarctic discoverer. We had some very pleasanttalk together. I knew all about him, as Dayman (one of the lieutenantsof the "Rattlesnake") had sailed under his command; oddly enough weafterwards went to lodge at the same house, but as we were attending ourrespective sections all day we did not see much of one another.
When we arrived at Ipswich there was a good deal of trouble aboutgetting lodgings. My companions located themselves about a mile out ofthe town, but that was too far for my "indolent habits"; I sought and atlast found a room in the town a little bigger than my cabin on boardship for which I had the satisfaction of paying 30 shillings a week.
You know what the British Association is. It is a meeting of the savansof England and the Continent, under the presidency of some big-wig orother,—this year of the Astronomer-Royal,—for the purpose ofexchanging information. To this end they arrange themselves intodifferent sections, each with its own president and committee, andindicated by letters. For instance, Section A is for Mathematics andPhysics; Section B for Chemistry, etc.; my own section, that of NaturalHistory, was D, under the presidency of Professor Henslow of Cambridge.I was on the committee, and therefore saw the working of the wholeaffair.
On the first day there was a dearth of matter in our section. People hadnot arrived with their papers. So by way of finding out whether I couldspeak in public or not, I got up and talked to them for about twentyminutes. I was considerably surprised to find that when once I had madethe plunge, my tongue went glibly enough.
On the following day I read a long paper, which I had prepared andillustrated with a lot of big diagrams, to an audience of about twentypeople! The rest were all away after Prince Albert, who had beenunfortunately induced to visit the meeting, and fairly turned the headsof the good people of Ipswich. On Saturday a very pleasant excursion onscientific pretences, but in fact a most jolly and unscientific picnic,took place. Several hundred people went down the Orwell in a steamer.The majority returned, but I and two others, considering Sunday inIpswich an impossibility, stopped at a little seaside village,Felixstowe, and idled away our time there very pleasantly. Babington thebotanist and myself walked into Ipswich on Sunday night. It is abouteleven miles, and we did it comfortably in two hours and three quarters,which was not bad walking.
On Monday at Section D again. Forbes brought forward the subject of myapplication to Government in committee, and it was unanimously agreed toforward a resolution on the subject to the Committee of Recommendations.I made a speechification of some length in the Section about a newanimal.
On Thursday morning I attended a meeting of the Ray Society, and to myinfinite astonishment, the secretary, Dr. Lankester, gave me the secondmotion to make. The Prince of Casino moved the first, so I was in goodcompany. The great absurdity of it was that not being a member of theSociety I had properly no right to speak at all. However, it was only avote of thanks, and I got up and did the "neat and appropriate" instyle.
After this a party of us went out dredging in the Orwell in a smallboat. We were away all day, and it rained hard coming back, so that Igot wet through, and had to pull five miles to keep off my enemy, therheumatics.
Then came the President's dinner, to which I did not go, as I preferredmaking myself comfortable with a few friends elsewhere. And after that,the final evening meeting, when all the final determinations areannounced.
Among them I had the satisfaction to hear that it was resolved—that thePresident and Council of the British Association should co-operate withthe Royal Society in representing the value and importance, etc., of Mr.T.H. Huxley's zoological researches to Her Majesty's Government for thepurpose of obtaining a grant towards their publication. Subsequently Iwas introduced to Colonel Sabine, the President of the Association in1852, and a man of very high standing and considerable influence. He hadpreviously been civil enough to sign my certificate at the RoyalSociety, unsolicited, and therefore knew me by reputation—I only meanthat as a very small word. He was very civil and promised me everyassistance in his power.
It is a curious thing that of the four applications to Government to bemade by the Association, two were for Naval Assistant-Surgeons, namelyone for Dr. Hooker, who had just returned from the Himalaya Mountains,and one for me. How I envied Hooker; he has long been engaged to adaughter of Professor Henslow's, and at this very meeting he sat by herside. He is going to be married in a day or two. His father is directorof the Kew Gardens, and there is little doubt of his succeeding him.
Whether the Government accede to the demand that will be made upon themor not, I can now rest satisfied that no means of influencing them hasbeen left unused by me. If they will not listen to the conjointrecommendations of the Royal Society and the British Association, theywill listen to nothing…
July 16, 1851.
I went yesterday to dine with Colonel Sabine. We had a long discourseabout the prospects and probable means of existence of young men tryingto make their way to an existence in the scientific world. I took, asindeed what I have seen has forced me to take, rather the despairingside of the question, and said that as it seemed to me England did notafford even the means of existence to young men who were willing todevote themselves to science. However, he spoke cheeringly, and advisedme by no means to be hasty, but to wait, and he doubted not that Ishould succeed. He cited his own case as an instance of waiting,eventually successful. Altogether I felt the better for what he said…
There has been a notice of me in the "Literary Gazette" for last week,much more laudatory than I deserve, from the pen of my friend Forbes.[An appreciation of his papers on the Physophoridae and Sagitta,speaking highly both of his observations and philosophic power, in thereport of the proceedings in Section D.]
In the same number is a rich song from the same fertile and versatilepen, which was sung at one of our Red Lion meetings. That is why I wantyou to look at it, not that you will understand it, because it is fullof allusions to occurrences known only in the scientific circles. AtIpswich we had a grand Red Lion meeting; about forty members werepresent, and among them some of the most distinguished members of theAssociation. Some foreigners were invited (the Prince of Casino,Buonaparte's nephew, among others), and were not a little astonished tosee the grave professors, whose English solemnity and gravity they haddoubtless commented on elsewhere, giving themselves up to all sorts offun. Among the Red Lions we have a custom (instead of cheering) ofwaving and wagging one coat-tail (one Lion's tail) when we applaud. Thisseemed to strike the Prince's fancy amazingly, and when he got up toreturn thanks for his health being drunk, he told us that as he wasrather out of practice in speaking English, he would return thanks inour fashion, and therewith he gave three mighty roars and wags, to theno small amusement of every one. He is singularly like the portraits ofhis uncle, and seems a very jolly, good-humoured old fellow. I believe,however, he is a bit of a rip. It was remarkable how proud the Quakerswere of being noticed by him.
To W. Macleay, of Sydney.
41 North Bank, Regent's Park, November 9, 1851.
My dear Sir,
It is a year to-day since the old "Rattlesnake" was paid off, and thatreminds me among other things that I have hardly kept my promise ofgiving you information now and then upon the state of matters scientificin England. My last letter is, I am afraid, nine or ten months old, buthere in England the fighting and scratching to keep your place in thecrowd exclude almost all other thoughts. When I last wrote I was but atthe edge of the crush at the pit-door of this great fools' theatre—nowI have worked my way into it and through it, and am, I hope, not farfrom the check-takers. I have learnt a good deal in my passage.
[Follows an account of his efforts to get his paperspublished—substantially a repetition of what has already been given.]
Rumours there are scattered abroad of a favourable cast, and I am toldon all hands that something will certainly be done. I only asked for 300pounds sterling, something less than the cost of a parliamentaryblue-book which nobody ever hears of. They take care to obliterate anyspark of gratitude that might perchance arise for what they do, bykeeping one so long in suspense that the result becomes almost a matterof indifference. Had I known they would keep me so long, I would havepublished my work as a series of papers in the "PhilosophicalTransactions."
In the meanwhile I have not been idle, as I hope to show you by thevarious papers enclosed with this. You will recollect that on theSalpae. No one here knew anything about them, and I thought that all myresults were absolutely new—until, me miserum! I found them in a littlepaper of Krohn's in the "Annales des Sciences" for 1846, without anyfigures to draw anybody's attention.
The memoir on the Medusae (which I sent to you) has, I hear, justescaped a high honour—to wit, the Royal Medal. The award has been madeto Newport for his paper on "Impregnation." I had no idea that anythingI had done was likely to have the slightest claim to such distinction,but I was informed yesterday by one of the Council that the balance hungpretty evenly, and was only decided by their thinking my memoir was toosmall and short.
I have been working in all things with a reference to wide views ofzoological philosophy, and the report upon the Echinoderms is intendedin common with the mem. on the Salpae to explain my views ofIndividuality among the lower animals—views which I mean to illustratestill further and enunciate still more clearly in my book that is to be.[He lectured on this subject at the Royal Institution in 1852.] Theyhave met with approval from Carpenter, as you will see by the lastedition of his "Principles of Physiology," and I think that Forbes andsome others will be very likely eventually to come round to them, buteverything that relates to abstract thought is at a low ebb among themass of naturalists in this country.
In the paper upon "Thalassicolla," and in that which I read before the
British Association, as also in one upon the organisation of the
Rotifera, which I am going to have published in the Microscopical
Society's "Transactions," I have been driving in a series of wedges into
Cuvier's Radiata, and showing how selon moi they ought to be
distributed.
I am every day becoming more and more certain that you were on the righttrack thirty years ago in your views of the order and symmetry to betraced in the true natural system.
During the next session I mean to send in a paper to the Royal Societyupon the "Homologies of the Mollusca," which shall astonish them. I wantto get done for the Mollusca what Savigny did for the Articulata, namelyto show how they all—Cephalopoda, Gasteropoda, Pteropoda, Heteropoda,etc.—are organised in each. What with this and the book, I shall haveenough to do for the next six months.
You will doubtless ask what is the practical outlook of all this?whether it leads anywhere in the direction of bread and cheese? To thisalso I can give a tolerably satisfactory answer.
As you WON'T have a Professor of Natural History at Sydney—to my greatsorrow—I have gone in as a candidate for a Professorial chair at theother end of the world, Toronto in Canada. In England there is nothingto be done—it is the most hopeless prospect I know of; of course theService offers nothing for me except irretrievable waste of time, andthe scientific appointments are so few and so poor that they are nottempting…
Had the Sydney University been carried out as originally proposed, Ishould certainly have become a candidate for the Natural History Chair.I know no finer field for exertion for any naturalist than SydneyHarbour itself. Should such a Professorship be hereafter established, Itrust you will jog the memory of my Australian friends in my behalf. Ihave finally decided that my vocation is science, and I have made up mymind to the comparative poverty which is its necessary adjunct, and tothe no less certain seclusion from the ordinary pleasures and rewards ofmen. I say this without the slightest idea that there is anything to beenthusiastic about in either science or its professors. A year behindthe scenes is quite enough to disabuse one of all rose-pink illusions.
But it is equally clear to me that for a man of my temperament, at anyrate, the sole secret of getting through this life with anything likecontentment is to have full scope for the development of one'sfaculties. Science alone seems to me to afford this scope—Law,Divinity, Physic, and Politics being in a state of chaotic vibrationbetween utter humbug and utter scepticism.
There is a great stir in the scientific world at present about who is tooccupy Konig's place at the British Museum, and whether the wholeestablishment had better not, quoad Zoology, be remodelled and placedunder Owen's superintendence. The heart-burnings and jealousies aboutthis matter are beyond all conception. Owen is both feared and hated,and it is predicted that if Gray and he come to be officers of the sameinstitution, in a year or two the total result will be a caudal vertebraof each remaining after the manner of the Kilkenny cats.
However, I heard yesterday, upon what professed to be very goodauthority, that Owen would not leave the College under anycircumstances.
It is astonishing with what an intense feeling of hatred Owen isregarded by the majority of his contemporaries, with Mantell asarch-hater. The truth is, he is the superior of most, and does notconceal that he knows it, and it must be confessed that he does somevery ill-natured tricks now and then. A striking specimen of one is tobe found in his article on Lyell in the last Quarterly, where hepillories poor Quekett—a most inoffensive man and his own immediatesubordinate—in a manner not more remarkable for its severity than forits bad taste. That review has done him much harm in the estimation ofthinking men—and curiously enough, since it was written, reptiles havebeen found in the old red sandstone, and insectivorous mammals in theTrias! Owen is an able man, but to my mind not so great as he thinkshimself. He can only work in the concrete from bone to bone, in abstractreasoning he becomes lost—witness "Parthenogenesis" which he told me heconsidered one of the best things he had done!
He has, however, been very civil to me, and I am as grateful as it ispossible to be towards a man with whom I feel it necessary to be alwayson my guard.
Quite another being is the other leader of Zoological Science in thiscountry—I mean Edward Forbes, Paleontologist to the Geological Survey.More especially a Zoologist and a Geologist than a ComparativeAnatomist, he has more claims to the title of a Philosophic Naturalistthan any man I know of in England. A man of letters and an artist, hehas not merged the MAN in the man of science—he has sympathies for all,and an earnest, truth-seeking, thoroughly genial disposition which winfor him your affection as well as your respect. Forbes has moreinfluence by his personal weight and example upon the rising generationof scientific naturalists than Owen will have if he write from now tillDoomsday.
Personally I am greatly indebted to him (though the opinion I have justexpressed is that of the world in general). During my absence hesuperintended the publication of my paper, and from the moment of myarrival until now he has given me all the help one man can give another.Why he should have done so I do not know, as when I left England I hadonly spoken to him once.
The rest of the naturalists stand far below these two in learning,originality, and grasp of mind. Goodsir of Edinburgh should I supposecome next, but he can't write intelligibly. Darwin might be anything ifhe had good health. Bell is a good man in all the senses of the word,but wants qualities 2 and 3. Newport is a laborious man, but wants 1 and3. Grant and Rymer Jones—arcades ambo—have mistaken their vocation.
My old chief Richardson is a man of men, but troubles himself littlewith anything but detail zoology. What think you of his getting marriedfor the third time just before his last expedition? I hardly know bywhich step he approved himself the bolder man.
I think I have now fulfilled my promise of supplying you with a littlescientific scandal—and if this long epistle has repaid your trouble ingetting through it, I am content.
Believe me, I have not forgotten, nor ever shall forget, your kindnessto me at a time when a little appreciation and encouragement were moregrateful to me and of more service than they will perhaps ever be again.I have done my best to justify you.
I send copies of all the papers I have published with one exception, ofwhich I have none separate. Of the Royal Society papers I send a doubleset. Will you be kind enough to give one with my kind regards andremembrances to Dr. Nicholson? I feel I ought to have written to himbefore leaving Sydney, but I trust he will excuse my not having done so.
I shall be very glad if you can find time to write.
Ever yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
W. Macleay, Esq.
P.S.—Muller has just made a most extraordinary discovery, no less thanthe generation of Molluscs from Holothuriae!!! You will find atranslation of his paper by me in the "Annals" for January 1852.
December 13, 1851.
[To his sister.]
May 20, 1851.
…Owen has been amazingly civil to me, and it was through his writingto the First Lord that I got my present appointment. He is a queer fish,more odd in appearance than ever…and more bland in manner. He is sofrightfully polite that I never feel thoroughly at home with him. He gotme to furnish him with some notes for the second edition of the"Admiralty Manual of Scientific Inquiry," and I find that in it Darwinand I (comparisons are odious) figure as joint authorities on somemicroscopic matters!!
Professor Forbes, however, is my great ally, a first-rate man,thoroughly in earnest and disinterested, and ready to give his time andinfluence—which is great—to help any man who is working for the cause.To him I am indebted for the supervision of papers that were publishedin my absence, for many introductions, and most valuable information andassistance, and all done in such a way as not to oppress one or give oneany feeling of patronage, which you know (so much do I retain of my oldself) would not suit me. My notions are diametrically opposed to his insome matters, and he helps me to oppose him. The other night, or rathernights, for it took three, I had a long paper read at the Royal Societywhich opposed some of his views, and he got up and spoke in the highestterms of it afterwards. This is all as it should be. I can reverencesuch a man and yet respect myself.
I have been aspiring to great honours since I wrote to you last, to witthe F.R.S., and found no little to my astonishment that I had a chanceof it, and so went in. I must tell you that they have made the admissionmore difficult than it used to be. Candidates are not elected by theSociety alone, but fifteen only a year are selected by a committee, andthen elected as a matter of course by the Society. This year there werethirty-eight candidates. I did not expect to come in till next year, butI find I am one of the selected. I fancy I shall be the junior Fellow bysome years. Singularly enough, among the non-selected candidates wereWard, the man who conducted the Botanical Honours Examination ofApothecaries' Hall nine years ago, and Bryson, the surgeon of the"Fisguard," i.e. nominally my immediate superior, and who, as hefrequently acts as Sir William Burnett's deputy, WILL VERY LIKELYEXAMINE ME WHEN I PASS FOR SURGEON R.N.!! That is awkward and must beannoying to him, but it is not my fault. I did not ask for a single namethat appeared upon my certificate. Owen's name and Carpenter's, whichwere to have been appended, were not added. Forbes, my recommender, toldme beforehand not to expect to get in this year, and did not use hisinfluence, and so I have no intriguing to reproach myself with or to bereproached with. The only drawback is that it will cost me 14 poundssterling, which is more than I can very well afford.
By the way, I have not told you that after staying for about five monthswith George, I found that if I meant to work in earnest his home was notthe place, so, much to my regret,—for they made me very happy there,—Isummoned resolution and "The Boy's Own Book" and took a den of my own,whence I write at present. You had better, anyhow, direct to George, asI am going to move and don't know how long I may remain at my nexthabitation. At present I am living in the Park Road, but I find it toonoisy and am going to St. Anne's Gardens, St. John's Wood, close to mymother's, against whose forays I shall have to fortify myself.
[It was a minor addition to his many troubles that after a time Huxleyfound a grudging and jealous spirit exhibited in some quarters towardshis success, and influence used to prevent any further advance thatmight endanger the existing balance of power in the scientific world.But this could be battled with directly; indeed it was rather a reliefto have an opportunity for action instead of sitting still to wait theresults of uncertain elections. The qualities requisite for such acontest he possessed, in a high ideal of the dignity of science as aninstrument of truth; a standard of veracity in scientific workers towhich all should subordinate their personal ambitions; a disregard ofauthority as such unless its claims were verified by indisputable fact;and as a beginning, the will to subject himself to his own most rigidcanons of accuracy, thoroughness, and honesty; then to maintain hisprinciple and defend his position against all attempts at browbeating.]
March 5, 1852
I told you I was very busy, and I must tell you what I am about and youwill believe me. I have just finished a Memoir for the Royal Society["On the Morphology of the Cephalous Mollusca" "Scientific Memoirs"volume 1 page 152.], which has taken me a world of time, thought, andreading, and is, perhaps, the best thing I have done yet. It will not beread till May, and I do not know whether they will print it or notafterwards; that will require care and a little manoeuvring on my part.You have no notion of the intrigues that go on in this blessed world ofscience. Science is, I fear, no purer than any other region of humanactivity; though it should be. Merit alone is very little good; it mustbe backed by tact and knowledge of the world to do very much.
For instance, I know that the paper I have just sent in is very originaland of some importance, and I am equally sure that if it is referred tothe judgment of my "particular friend" — that it will not be published.He won't be able to say a word against it, but he will pooh-pooh it to adead certainty.
You will ask with some wonderment, Why? Because for the last twentyyears — has been regarded as the great authority on these matters, andhas had no one to tread on his heels, until at last, I think, he hascome to look upon the Natural World as his special preserve, and "nopoachers allowed." So I must manoeuvre a little to get my poor memoirkept out of his hands.
The necessity for these little stratagems utterly disgusts me. I wouldso willingly reverence and trust any man of high standing and ability. Iam so utterly unable to comprehend this petty greediness. And yet withalyou will smile at my perversity. I have a certain pleasure in overcomingthese obstacles, and fighting these folks with their own weapons. I doso long to be able to trust men implicitly. I have such a horror of allthis literary pettifogging. I could be so content myself, if thenecessity of making a position would allow it, to work on anonymously,but — I see is determined not to let either me or any one else rise ifhe can help it. Let him beware. On my own subjects I am his master, andam quite ready to fight half a dozen dragons. And although he has abitter pen, I flatter myself that on occasions I can match him in thatdepartment also.
But I was telling you how busy I am. I am getting a memoir ready for theZoological Society, and working at my lecture for the Royal Institution,which I want to make striking and original, as it is a good opportunity,besides doing a translation now and then for one of the Journals.Besides this, I am working at the British Museum to make a catalogue ofsome creatures there. All these things take a world of time and labour;and yield next to no direct profit; but they bring me into contact withall sorts of men, in a very independent position, and I am told, andindeed hope, that something must arise from it. So fair a prospect opensout before me if I can only wait. I am beginning to know what WORKmeans, and see how much more may be done by steady, unceasing, andwell-directed efforts. I thrive upon it too. I am as well as ever I wasin my life, and the more I work the better my temper seems to be.
April 30, 1852, 11.30 P.M.
I have just returned from giving my lecture at the Royal Institution, ofwhich I told you in my last letter. ["On Animal Individuality""Scientific Memoirs" volume 1 page 146 cp. supra.]
I had got very nervous about it, and my poor mother's death had greatlyupset my plans for working it out.
It was the first lecture I had ever given in my life, and to what isconsidered the best audience in London. As nothing ever works up myenergies but a high flight, I had chosen a very difficult abstractpoint, in my view of which I stand almost alone. When I took a glimpseinto the theatre and saw it full of faces, I did feel most amazinglyuncomfortable. I can now quite understand what it is to be going to behanged, and nothing but the necessity of the case prevented me fromrunning away.
However, when the hour struck, in I marched, and began to deliver mydiscourse. For ten minutes I did not quite know where I was, but bydegrees I got used to it, and gradually gained perfect command of myselfand of my subject. I believe I contrived to interest my audience, andupon the whole I think I may say that this essay was successful.
Thank Heaven I can say so, for though it is no great matter succeeding,failing would have been a bitter annoyance to me. It has put mecomfortably at my ease with regard to all future lecturings. After theRoyal Institution there is no audience I shall ever fear.
May 9.
The foolish state of excitement into which I allowed myself to get theother day completely did for me, and I have hardly done anything sinceexcept sleep a great deal. It is a strange thing that with all my will Icannot control my physical organisation.
[To his sister.]
April 17, 1852.
…I fear nothing will have prepared you to hear that one so active inbody and mind as our poor mother was has been taken from us. But so itis…
It was very strange that before leaving London my mother, possessed by astrange whim, as I thought, distributed to many of us little thingsbelonging to her. I laughed at her for what I called her "testamentarydisposition," little dreaming that the words were prophetic.
[The summons to those of the family in London reached them late, andtheir arrival was made still later by inconvenient trains and a midnightdrive, so that all had long been over when they came to Barning in Kent,where the elder Huxleys had just settled near their son James.]
Our mother had died at half-past four, falling gradually into a more andmore profound insensibility. She was thus happily spared the pain offruitlessly wishing us round her, in her last moments; and as the handof Death was upon her, I know not that it could have fallen morelightly.
I offer you no consolation, my dearest sister; for I know of none. Thereare things which each must bear as he best may with the strength thathas been allotted to him. Would that I were near you to soften the blowby the sympathy which we should have in common…
May 3, 1852.
So much occupation has crowded upon me between the beginning of thisletter and the present time that I have been unable to finish it. I hadundertaken to give a lecture at the Royal Institution on the 30th April.It was on a difficult subject, requiring a good deal of thought; and asit was my first appearance before the best audience in London, you mayimagine how anxious and nervous I was, and how completely I was obligedto abstract my thoughts from everything else.
However, I am happy to say it is well over. There was a very goodaudience—Faraday, Professor Forbes, Dr. Forbes, Wharton Jones, and [a]whole lot of "nobs," among my auditors. I had made up my mind all day tobreak down, and then go and hang myself privately. And so you mayimagine that I entered the theatre with a very pale face, and a heartbeating like a sledge-hammer nineteen to the dozen. For the first fiveminutes I did not know very clearly what I was about, but by degrees Igot possession of myself and of my subject, and did not care foranybody. I have had "golden opinions from all sorts of men" about it, soI suppose I may tell you I have succeeded. I don't think, however, thatI ever felt so thoroughly used up in my life as I did for two daysafterwards. There is one comfort, I shall never be nervous again aboutany audience; but at one's first attempt, to stand in the place ofFaraday and such big-wigs might excuse a little weakness.
The way is clear before me, if my external circumstances will only allowme to persevere; but I fully expect that I shall have to give up mydreams.
Science in England does everything—but PAY. You may earn praise but notpudding.
I have helping hands held out to me on all sides, but there is nothingto help me to. Last year I became a candidate for a Professorship atToronto. I took an infinity of trouble over the thing, and got togethera mass of testimonials and recommendations, much better than I had anyright to expect. From that time to this I have heard nothing of thebusiness—a result for which I care the less, as I believe the chairwill be given to a brother of one of the members of the Canadianministry, who is, I hear, a candidate. Such a qualification as that is,of course, better than all the testimonials in the world.
I think I told you when I last wrote that I was expecting a grant fromGovernment to publish the chief part of my work, done while away. I amexpecting it still. I got tired of waiting the other day and wrote tothe Duke of Northumberland, who is at present First Lord of theAdmiralty, upon the subject. His Grace has taken the matter up, and Ihope now to get it done.
With all this, however, Time runs on. People look upon me, I suppose, asa "very promising young man," and perhaps envy my "success," and I allthe while am cursing my stars that my Pegasus WILL fly aloft instead ofpulling slowly along in some respectable gig, and getting his oats likeany other praiseworthy cart-horse.
It's a charming piece of irony altogether. It is two years yesterdaysince I left Sydney harbour—and of course as long since I saw Nettie. Iam getting thoroughly tired of our separation, and I think she is,though the dear little soul is ready to do anything for my sake, and yetI dare not face the stagnation—the sense of having failed in the wholepurpose of my existence—which would, I know, sooner or later beset me,even with her, if I forsake my present object. Can you wonder with allthis, my dearest Lizzie, that often as I long for your brave heart andclear head to support and advise me, I yet rarely feel inclined towrite? Pray write to me more often than you have done; tell me all aboutyourself and the Doctor and your children. They must be growing up fast,and Florry must be getting beyond the "Bird of Paradise" I promised her.Love and kisses to all of them, and kindest remembrances to the Doctor.
Ever your affectionate brother,
T.H. Huxley.
[To Miss Heathorn]
November 13, 1852.
Going last week to the Royal Society's library for a book, and like theboy in church "thinkin' o' naughten," when I went in, Weld, theAssistant Secretary, said, "Well, I congratulate you." I confess I didnot see at that moment what any mortal man had to congratulate me about.I had a deuced bad cold, with rheumatism in my head; it was a beastlyNovember day and I was very grumpy, so I inquired in a state of mildsurprise what might be the matter. Whereupon I learnt that the Medal hadbeen conferred at the meeting of the Council on the day before. I wasvery pleased…and I thought you would be so too, and I thought moreoverthat it was a fine lever to help us on, and if I could have sent aletter to you immediately I should have sat down and have written one toyou on the spot. As it is I have waited for official confirmation and aconvenient season.
And now…shall I be very naughty and make a confession? The thing thata fortnight ago (before I got it) I thought so much of, I give you myword I do not care a pin for. I am sick of it and ashamed of havingthought so much of it, and the congratulations I get give me a sort ofinternal sardonic grin. I think this has come about partly because I didnot get the official confirmation of what I had heard for some days, andwith my habit of facing the ill side of things I came to the conclusionthat Weld had made a mistake, and I went in thought through the wholeenormous mortification of having to explain to those to whom I hadmentioned it that it was quite a mistake. I found that all this, when Icame to look at it, was by no means so dreadful as it seemed—quitebearable in short—and then I laughed at myself and have cared nothingabout the whole concern ever since. In truth…I do not think that I amin the proper sense of the word ambitious. I have an enormous longingafter the highest and best in all shapes—a longing which haunts me andis the demon which ever impels me to work, and will let me have no restunless I am doing his behests. The honours of men I value so far as theyare evidences of power, but with the cynical mistrust of their judgmentand my own worthiness, which always haunts me, I put very little faithin them. Their praise makes me sneer inwardly. God forgive me if I dothem any great wrong.
…I feel and know that all the rewards and honours in the world willever be worthless for me as soon as they are obtained. I know thatalways, as now, they will make me more sad than joyful. I know thatnothing that could be done would give me the pure and heartfelt joy andpeace of mind that your love has given me, and, please God, shall givefor many a long year to come, and yet my demon says work! work! youshall not even love unless you work.
Not blinded by any vanity, then, I hope…but viewing this stroke offortune as respects its public estimation only, I think I must look uponthe award of this medal as the turning-point of my life, as thefinger-post teaching me as clearly as anything can what is the truecareer that lies open before me. For whatever may be my own privateestimation of it, there can be no doubt as to the general feeling aboutthis thing, and in case of my candidature for any office it would havethe very greatest weight. And as you will have seen by my last letter,it only strengthens and confirms the conclusion I had come to. Bid meGod-speed then…it is all I want to labour cheerfully.
November 28.
…You will hear all the details of the Great Duke's state funeral fromthe papers much better than I can tell you them. I went to the Cathedral[St Paul's] and had the good fortune to get a capital seat—in front,close to the great door by which every one entered. It was bitter cold,a keen November wind blowing right in, and as I was there from eighttill three, I expected nothing less than rheumatic fever the next day;however I didn't get it. It was pitiful to see the poor old Marquis ofAnglesey—a year older than the Duke—standing with bare head in thekeen wind close to me for more than three quarters of an hour. It wasimpressive enough—the great interior lighted by a single line of lightrunning along the whole circuit of the cornice, and another encirclingthe dome, and casting a curious illumination over the masses of uniformswhich filled the great space. The best of our people were there andpassed close to me, but the only face that made any great impressionupon my memory was that of Sir Charles Napier, the conqueror of Scinde.Fancy a very large, broad-winged, and fierce-looking hawk in uniform.Such an eye!
When the coffin and the mourners had passed I closed up with thesoldiers and went up under the dome, where I heard the magnificentservice in full perfection.
All of it, however, was but stage trickery compared with the noblesimplicity of the old man's life. How the old stoic, used to his ironbed and hard hair pillow, would have smiled at all the pomp—submittingto that, however, and all other things necessary to the "carrying on ofthe Queen's Government."
I send Tennyson's ode by way of packing—it is not worth much more, theonly decent passages to my mind being those I have marked.
The day after to-morrow I go to have my medal presented and to dine andmake a speech.
[The Royal Medal was conferred on November 30, and the medallists wereentertained at the anniversary dinner of the Society on that day. In thewords with which the President, the Earl of Rosse, accompanied thepresentation of the medal, "it is not difficult," writes Sir M. Foster,"reading between the lines, to recognise the appreciation of a newspirit of anatomical inquiry, not wholly free from a timorousapprehension as to its complete validity." ("In these papers (on theMedusae) you have for the first time fully developed their structure,and laid the foundation of a rational theory for their classification.""In your second paper 'On the Anatomy of Salpa and Pyrosoma,' thephenomena, etc., have received the most ingenious and elaborateelucidation, and have given rise to a process of reasoning, the resultsof which can scarcely yet be anticipated, but must bear in a veryimportant degree upon some of the most abstruse points of what may becalled transcendental physiology." See "Royal Society" Obituary Noticesvolume 59 page 1.) For the difference between this and the labours ofthe greatest English comparative anatomist of the time, whose detailedwork was of the highest value, but whose generalisations andspeculations, based on the philosophy of Oken, proved barren andfruitless, lay in the fact that Huxley, led to it doubtless by hissolitary readings in his Charing Cross days, had taken up the method ofVon Baer and Johannes Muller, then almost unknown, or at least unused inEngland—"the method which led the anatomist to face his problems in thespirit in which the physicist faced his."
He had been warned by Forbes not to speak too strongly about thedilatoriness of the Government in the matter of the grant, so hewrites:] "I will 'roar you like any sucking dove' at the dinner, thoughI felt tempted otherwise." [On December 1 he tells how he carried outthis advice.]
My dear Forbes,
You will, I know, like to learn how I got on yesterday. The President'saddress to me had been drawn up by Bell. It was, of course, tooflattering, but he had taken hold of the right points in my work—atleast I thought so.
Bunsen spoke very well for Humboldt.
There was a capital congregation at the dinner—sixty or seventy Fellowsthere…
When it came to my turn to return thanks, I believe I made a verytolerable speechification, at least everybody says so. Lord Rosse hadalluded to "science having to take care of itself in this country," andin winding up I gave them a small screed upon that text. That you maysee I kept your caution in mind, I will tell you as nearly as may bewhat I said. I told them that I could not conceive that anything I hadhitherto done merited the honour of that day (I looked so preciouslymeek over this), but that I was glad to be able to say that I had somuch unpublished material as to make me hopeful of one day diminishingthe debt. I then said, "The Government of this country, of this GREATcountry, has been two years debating whether it should grant the threehundred pounds sterling necessary for the publication of theseresearches. I have been too long used to strict discipline to venture tocriticise any act of my superiors, but I venture to hope that beforelong, in consequence of the exertions of Lord Rosse, of the President ofthe British Association, and the goodwill, which I gratefullyacknowledge, of the present Lord of the Admiralty, I shall be able tolay before you something more worthy of to-day's award."
I had my doubts how the nobs would take it, but both Lord Rosse andSabine warmly commended my speech and regretted I had not said even moreupon the subject.
[Some light is thrown upon his habits at this time by the following,part of his letter to Forbes of November 19:—]
I have frequent visits from —. He is a good man, but direfullyargumentative, and in that sense to me a bore. Besides that, thecreature will come and call upon me at nine or ten o'clock in themorning before I am out of bed, or if out of bed, before I am inpossession of my faculties, which never arrive before twelve or one.
[This morning incapacity was of a piece with his hatred of thebreakfast-party of the period. To go abroad from home or to do any workbefore breakfasting ensured him a headache for the rest of the day, sothat he never was one of those risers with the dawn who do half a day'swork before the rest of the world is astir. And though necessity oftencompelled him to do with less, he always found eight hours his properallowance of sleep.
But in the end of 1853 we hear of a reform in his ways, after a bad boutof ill-health, when he rises at eight, goes to bed at twelve, andeschews parties of every kind as far as possible, with excellent resultsas far as health went.
After his marriage, however, and indeed to the beginning of his lastillness, he always rose early enough for an eight o'clock breakfast,after which the working day began, lasting regularly from a little afternine till midnight.
4 Upper York Place, St. John's Wood, February 6, 1853.
Many thanks, my dearest sister, for your kind and thoughtful letter—itwent to my heart no little that you, amidst all your trials andtroubles, should find time to think so wisely and so affectionately ofmine. Though greatly tempted otherwise, I have acted in the spirit ofyour advice, and my reward, in the shape of honours at any rate, has notfailed me, as the Royal Society gave me one of the Royal medals lastyear. It's a bigger one than I got under your auspices so many yearsago, being worth 50 pounds sterling, but I don't know that I cared somuch about it.
It was assigned to me quite unexpectedly, and in the eyes of the worldI, of course, am greatly the bigger—but I will confess to you privatelythat I am by no means dilated, and am the identical Boy Tom I was beforeI achieved the attainment of my golden porter's badge. Curiously it wasgiven for the first Memoir I have in the Royal Society's "Transactions,"sent home four years ago with no small fear and trembling, and, "aftermany days," returning with this queer crust of bread. In the speech Ihad to make at the Anniversary Dinner I grew quite eloquent on thatpoint, and talked of the dove I had sent from my ark, returning, notwith the olive branch, but with a sprig of the bay and a fruit from thegarden of the Hesperides—a simile which I thought decidedly clever, butwhich the audience—distinguished audience I ought to havesaid—probably didn't, as they did not applaud that, while they did somethings I said which were incomparably more stupid. This was in November,and I ought to have written to you about it before, my dear Lizzie, butfor one thing I am very much occupied, and for the other (shall Iconfess it?) I was rather puzzled that I had not heard from you since Iwrote. Now my useless conscience, which never makes me do anything rightin time, is pitching in to me when it is too late.
The medal, however, must not be jested at, as it is most decidedly ofpractical use in giving me a status in the eyes of those charmingpeople, "practical men," such as I had not before, and I am amused tofind some of my friends, whose contempt for my "dreamy" notions was notsmall in time past, absolutely advising me to take a far more dreamycourse than I dare venture upon. However, I take very much my own coursenow, even as I have done before—Huxley all over.
However, that is enough about myself just now. In the next letter I willtell you more at length about my plans and prospects, which are mostly,I am sorry to say, only provocative of setting my teeth hard and saying,"Never mind, I WILL." But what I write in a hurry about and want you todo at once, is to write to me and tell me exactly how money may be sentsafely to you. It is inexpedient to send without definite directions,according to the character you give your neighbours. Don't expectanything vast, but there is corn in Egypt…
Two classes of people can I deal with and no third. They are the goodpeople—people after my own heart, and the thorough men of the world.Either of these I can act and sympathise with, but the others, who areneither for God nor for the Devil, but for themselves, as grim old Dantehas it, and whom he therefore very justly puts in a most uncomfortableplace, I cannot do with…
So Florry is growing up into a great girl; the child will not rememberme, but kiss her and my godson for me, and give my love to them all. TheLymph shall come in my next letter for the young Yankee. I hope thejuices of the English cow will prevent him from ever acquiring thesnuffle.
Tell the Doctor all about the medal, with my kindest regards, andbelieve me, my dearest Lizzie, your affectionate brother,
Tom.
4 Upper York Place, St. John's Wood, April 22, 1853.
My dearest Lizzie,
First let me congratulate you on being safe over your troubles and inpossession of another possible President. I think it may be worth comingover twenty years hence on the possibility of picking up something orother from one of my nephews at Washington.
[He sends some money.] Would it were more worth your having, but I havenot as yet got on to Tom Tiddler's ground on this side of the water. Youneed not be alarmed about my having involved myself in any way—suchportion of it as is of my sending has been conquered by mine own swordand spear, and the rest came from Mary. [Mrs. George Huxley]…
[After giving a summary of his struggle with the Admiralty, heproceeds]—If I were to tell you all the intriguing and humbug there hasbeen about my unfortunate grant—which yet granted—it would occupy thisletter, and though a very good illustration of the encouragementafforded to Science in this country, would not be very amusing. Once ortwice it has fairly died out, only to be stirred up again by my ownpertinacity. However, I have hopes of it at last, as I hear Lord Rosseis just about to make another application to the present Government onthe subject. While this business has been dragging on of course I havenot been idle. I have four memoirs (on various matters in ComparativeAnatomy) in the "Philosophical Transactions," and they have given metheir Fellowship and one of the Royal medals. I have written a whole lotof things for the journals—reviews for the "British and ForeignQuarterly Medical," etc. I am one of the editors of Taylor's "ScientificMemoirs" (German scientific translations). In conjunction with my friendBusk I am translating a great German book on the "Microscopical Anatomyof Man," and I have engaged to write a long article for Todd's"Cyclopaedia." Besides this, have read two long memoirs at the BritishAssociation, and have given two lectures at the Royal Institution—oneof them only two days ago, when I was so ill with influenza I couldhardly stand or speak.
Furthermore, I have been a candidate for a Professorship of NaturalHistory at Toronto (which is not even yet decided); for one at Aberdeen,which has been given against me; and at present I am a candidate for theProfessorship of Physiology at King's College, or, rather, for half ofit—Todd having given up, and Bowman, who remains, being willing to takeonly half, and that he will soon give up. My friend Edward Forbes—aregular brick, who has backed me through thick and thin—is backing mefor King's College, where he is one of the Professors. My chance is, Ibelieve, very good, but nothing can be more uncertain than the result ofthe contest. If they don't take one of their own men I think they willhave me. It would suit me very well, and the whole chair is worth 400pounds sterling a year, and would enable me to live.
Something I must make up my mind to do, and that speedily. I can gethonour in Science, but it doesn't pay, and "honour heals no wounds." Intruth I am often very weary. The longer one lives the more the ideal andthe purpose vanishes out of one's life, and I begin to doubt whether Ihave done wisely in giving vent to the cherished tendency towardsScience which has haunted me ever since my childhood. Had I given myselfto Mammon I might have been a respectable member of society with largewatch-seals by this time. I think it is very likely that if this King'sCollege business goes against me, I may give up the farcealtogether—burn my books, burn my rod, and take to practice inAustralia. It is no use to go on kicking against the pricks…
CHAPTER 1.8.
1854.
[The year 1854 marks the turning-point in Huxley's career. The desperatetime of waiting came to an end. By the help of his lectures and his pen,he could at all events stand and wait independently of the Navy. Hecould not, of course, think of immediate marriage, nor of asking MissHeathorn to join him in England; but it so happened that her father wasalready thinking of returning home, and finally this was determined uponjust before Professor Forbes' translation to a chair at Edinburgh gaveHuxley what turned out to be the long-hoped-for permanency in London.]
June 3, 1854.
I have often spoken to you of my friend Edward Forbes. He has quiterecently been suddenly appointed to a Professorial Chair in Edinburgh,vacated by the death of old Jamieson. He was obliged to go down there atonce and lecture, and as he had just commenced his course at theGovernment School of Mines in Jermyn Street, it was necessary to obtaina substitute. He had spoken to me of the possibility of his being calledaway long ago, and had asked if I would take his place, to which, ofcourse, I assented, but the whole affair was so uncertain that I neverin any way reckoned upon it. Even at last I did not know on the Mondaywhether I was to go on for him on the Friday or not. However, he did goafter giving two lectures, and on Friday the 25th May I took hislecture, and I have been going on ever since, twice a week on Mondaysand Fridays. Called upon so very suddenly to give a course of some sixand twenty lectures, I find it very hard work, but I like it and I neverwas in better health.
[On July 20, this temporary work, which he had undertaken as the friendof Forbes, was exchanged for one of the permanent lectureships formerlyheld by the latter. A hundred a year for twenty-six lectures was notaffluence; it would have suited him better to have had twice the workand twice the pay. But it was his crossing of the Rubicon, and,strangely enough, no sooner had he gained this success than it wasdoubled.]
July 30, 1854.
I was appointed yesterday to a post of 200 pounds sterling a year. Ithas all come about in the strangest way. I told you how my friend Forbeshad been suddenly called away to Edinburgh, and that I had suddenlytaken his duties—sharp work it has been I can tell you these summermonths, but it is over and done satisfactorily. Forbes got 500 poundssterling a year, 200 pounds sterling for a double lectureship, 300pounds sterling for another office. I took one of the lectureships,which would have given me 100 pounds sterling a year only, and anotherman was to have the second lectureship and the other office in question.It was so completely settled a week ago that I had written to thePresident of the Board of Trade who makes the appointment, acceptingmine, and the other man had done the same. Happily for me, however, mynew colleague was suddenly afflicted with a sort of moral colic, anabsurd idea that he could not perform the duties of his office, andresigned it. The result is that a new man has been appointed to theoffice he left vacant, while the lectureship was offered to me. Ofcourse I took it, and so in the course of the week I have seen my paidincome doubled…So after a short interval I have become a Governmentofficer again, but in rather a different position I flatter myself. I amchief of my own department, and my position is considered a very goodone—as good as anything of its kind in London.
[Furthermore, on August 11 he was "entrusted with the Coast Surveyinvestigations under the Geological Survey, and remunerated by fee untilMarch 31, 1855, when he was ranked as Naturalist on the Survey with anadditional salary of 200 pounds sterling, afterwards increased to 400pounds sterling, rising to 600 pounds sterling per annum," as theofficial statement has it.
Then in quick succession he was offered in August a lectureship on
Comparative Anatomy at St. Thomas' Hospital for the following May and
June, and in September he was asked to lecture in November and March for
the Science and Art Department at Marlborough House.
Now therefore, with the Heathorns coming to England, his plans andtheirs exactly fitted, and he proposed to get married as soon as theycame over, early in the following summer.
A letter of this year deserves quoting as illustrating the directness ofHuxley's dealings with his friends, and his hatred of doing anythingunknown to them which might be misreported to them or misconstruedwithout explanation. As a member of the Royal Society Council, it washis duty to vote upon the persons to whom the yearly medals of theSociety should be awarded. For the Royal Medal first Hooker was named,and received his hearty support; then Forbes, in opposition to Hooker,in his eyes equally deserving of recognition, and almost more closelybound to him by ties of friendship, so that whatever action he took,might be ascribed to motives which should have no part in such aselection. The course actually taken by him he explained at length inletters to both Forbes and Hooker.]
November 6, 1854.
My dear Hooker,
I have been so busy with lecturing here and there that I have not hadtime to write and congratulate you on the award of the medal. The queerposition in which I was placed prevents me from being able tocongratulate MYSELF on having any finger in the pie, but I am quite surethere was no member of the Council who felt more strongly than myselfthat what honour the bauble could confer was most fully won, and no morethan your just deserts; or who rejoiced more when the thing was settledin your favour.
However, I do trust that I shall never be placed in such an awkwardposition again. I would have given a great deal to be able to backForbes tooth and nail—not only on account of my personal friendship andaffection for him, but because I think he well deserves suchrecognition. And had I thought right to do so, I felt sure that youwould have fully appreciated my motives, and that it would have done noinjury to our friendship.
But as I told the Council I did not think this a case where either ofyou had any right to be excluded by the other. I told them that hadForbes been first named, I should have thought it injudicious to bringyou forward, and that, as you were named, I for my own part should nothave brought forward Forbes as a candidate; that therefore while willingto speak up to any extent for Forbes' POSITIVE merits and deserts, Iwould carefully be understood to give no opinion as to your and hisRELATIVE standing.
They did not take much by my speech therefore either way, moreespecially as I voted for BOTH of you.
I hate doing anything of the kind "unbeknownst" to people, so there isthe exact history of my proceedings. If I had been able to come to theclear conclusion that the claims of either of you were strongly superiorto those of the other, I think I should have had the honesty and moralcourage to "act accordin'," but I really had not, and so there was nopart to play but that of a sort of Vicar of Bray.
Ever yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
[Forbes' reply was a letter which Huxley, after his friend's death,held] "among his most precious possessions." [It appeared without namesin the obituary notice of Forbes in the "Literary Gazette" for November25, 1854, as an example of his unselfish generosity:—
I heartily concur in the course you have taken, and had I been placed asyou have been, would have done exactly the same…Your way of proceedingwas as true an act of friendship as any that could be performed. As tomyself, I dream so little about medals, that the notion of being on thelist never entered my brain, even when asleep. If it ever comes I shallbe pleased and thankful; if it does not, it is not the sort of thing tobreak my equanimity. Indeed, I would always like to see it given not asa mere honour, but as a help to a good man, and this it is assuredly inHooker's case. Government people are so ignorant that they require tohave merits drummed into their heads by all possible means, and Hooker'sgetting the medal may be of real service to him before long. I am in asnug, though not an idle nest,—he has not got his resting-place yet.And so, my dear Huxley, I trust that you know me too well to think thatI am either grieved or envious, and you, Hooker, and I are much of thesame way of thinking.
It is interesting to record the same scrupulosity over the election tothe Registrarship of the University of London in 1856, when, havingbegun to canvass for Dr. Latham before his friend Dr. W.B. Carpenterentered the field, he writes to Hooker:—]
I at once, of course told Carpenter precisely what I had done. Had Iknown of his candidature earlier, I should certainly have taken noactive part on either side—not for Latham, because I would not opposeCarpenter, and not for Carpenter, because his getting the Registrarshipwould probably be an advantage for me, as I should have a good chance ofobtaining the Examinership in Physiology and Comparative Anatomy whichhe would vacate. Indeed, I refused to act for Carpenter in a case inwhich he asked me to do so, partly for this reason and partly because Ifelt thoroughly committed to Latham. Under these circumstances I thinkyou are quite absolved from any pledge to me. It's deuced hard to keepstraight in this wicked world, but as you say the only chance is to outwith it, and I thank you much for writing so frankly about the matter. Ihope it will be as fine as to-day at Down. [(Charles Darwin's home inKent.)
Unfortunately the method was not so successful with smaller minds. Oncein 1852, when he had to report unfavourably on a paper for the "Annalsof Natural History" on the structure of the Starfishes, sent in by anacquaintance, he felt it right not to conceal his action, as he mighthave done, behind the referee's usual screen of anonymity, but to writea frank account of the reasons which had led him so to report, that hemight both clear himself of the suspicion of having dealt an unfair blowin the dark, and give his acquaintance the opportunity of correcting andenlarging his paper with a view of submitting it again for publication.
In this case the only result was an impassioned correspondence, theauthor even going so far as to suggest that Huxley had condemned thepaper without having so much as dissected an Echinoderm in his life! andthen all intercourse ceased, till years afterwards the gentleman inquestion realised the weaknesses of his paper and repented him of hiswrath.
Before leaving London to begin his work at Tenby as Naturalist to theSurvey, he delivered at St. Martin's Hall, on July 22, an address on the"Educational Value of the Natural History Sciences. (The subsequentreference is to the words, "I cannot but think that he who finds acertain proportion of pain and evil inseparably woven up in the life ofthe very worms will bear his own share with more courage and submission;and will, at any rate, view with suspicion those weakly amiable theoriesof the divine government, which would have us believe pain to be anoversight and a mistake, to be corrected by and by." ("Collected Essays"3 page 62.) This essay contains the definition of science as "trainedand organised common sense," and the reference to a new "Peter Bell"which suggested Miss May Kendall's spirited parody of Wordsworth:—
Primroses by the river's brim
Dicotyledons were to him,
And they were nothing more.)
This, when it came out later as a pamphlet, he sent to his Tenby friendDr. Dyster (of whom hereafter), to whose criticism on one passage hereplied on October 10:—]
…I am rejoiced you liked my speechment. It was written hastily and is,like its speaker, I fear, more forcible than eloquent, but it can layclaim to the merit of being sincere.
My intention on page 28 was by no means to express any satisfaction atthe worms being as badly off as ourselves, but to show that pain beingeverywhere is inevitable, and therefore like all other inevitable thingsto be borne. The rest of it is the product of my scientific Calvinism,which fell like a shell at your feet when we were talking over the fire.
I doubt, or at least I have no confidence in, the doctrine of ultimatehappiness, and I am more inclined to look the opposite possibility fullyin the face, and if that also be inevitable, make up my mind to bear italso.
You will tell me there are better consolations than Stoicism; that maybe, but I do not possess them, and I have found my "grin and bear it"philosophy stand me in such good stead in my course through oceans ofdisgust and chagrin, that I should be loth to give it up.
[The summer of 1854 was spent in company with the Busks at Tenby, amidplenty of open-air work and in great peace of mind, varied with a shortvisit to Liverpool in order to talk business with his friend Forbes, whowas eager that Huxley should join him in Edinburgh.]
Tenby, South Wales, September 3, 1854.
I have been here since the middle of August, getting rid of my yellowface and putting on a brown one, banishing dyspepsias and hypochondriasand all such other town afflictions to the four winds, and rejoicingexceedingly that I am out of the way of that pest, the cholera, which israging just at present in London.
After I had arranged to come here to do a lot of work of my own whichcan only be done by the seaside, our Director, Sir Henry de la Beche,gave me a special mission of his own whereby I have the comfort ofhaving my expenses paid, but at the same time get it taken out of me inadditional labour, so my recreation is anything but leisure.
October 14.
I left this place for a week's trip to Liverpool in the end ofSeptember. The meeting of the British Association was held there, but Iwent not so much to be present as to meet Forbes, with whom I wanted totalk over many matters concerning us both. Forbes had a proposition thatI should go to Edinburgh to take part of the duties of the Professor ofPhysiology there, who is in bad health, with the ultimate aim ofsucceeding to the chair. It was a tempting offer made in a flatteringmanner, and presenting a prospect of considerably better emolument thanmy special post, but it had the disadvantage of being but an uncertainposition. Had I accepted, I should have been at the mercy of the actualProfessor—and that is a position I don't like standing in, even withthe best of men, and had he died or resigned at any time the Scotchchairs are so disposed of that there would have been nothing like acertainty of my getting the post, so I definitely declined—I hopewisely.
After some talk, Forbes agreed with my view of the case, so he is off toEdinburgh, and I shall go off to London. I hope to remain there for mylife long.
[He had long felt that London gave the best opportunities for a
scientific career, and it was on his advice that Tyndall had left
Queenwood College for the Royal Institution, where he was elected
Professor of Natural Philosophy in 1853:—]
6 Upper York Place, St. John's Wood, February 25, 1853.
My dear Tyndall,
Having rushed into more responsibility than I wotted of, I have beenruminating and taking counsel what advice to give you. When I wrote Ihardly knew what kind of work you had in your present office, butFrancis has since enlightened me. I thought you had more leisure. Onething is very clear—you must come out of that. Your Pegasus is quiteout of place ploughing. You are using yourself up in work that comes tonothing, and so far as I can see cannot be worse off.
Now what are your prospects? Why, as I told you before, you have made asucces here and must profit by it. The other night your name wasmentioned at the Philosophical Club (the most influential scientificbody in London) with great praise. Gassiot, who has great influence,said in so many words, "you had made your fortune," and I frankly tellyou I believe so too, if you can only get over the next three years. Soyou see that quoad position, like Quintus Curtius, there is a "fineopening" ready for you, only mind you don't spoil it by any of yourhorrid modesty.
So much for glory—now for economics. I have been trying to ferret outmore nearly your chances of a post, and here are my results (which, Ineed not tell you, must be kept to yourself).
At the Museum in Jermyn Street, Playfair, Forbes, Percy and I think SirHenry would do anything to get you, and eliminate —; but, so far as Ican judge, the probability of his going is so small that it is not worthyour while to reckon upon it. Nevertheless it may be comforting to youto know that in case of anything happening these men will help you toothand nail. Cultivate Playfair when you have a chance—he is a goodfellow, wishes you well, has great influence, and will have more. Entrenous, he has just got a new and important post under Government.
Next, the Royal Institution. This is where, as I told you, you ought tobe looking to Faraday's place. Have no scruple about your chemicalknowledge; you won't be required to train a college of students inabstruse analyses; and if you were, a year's work would be quite enoughto put you at ease. What they want, and what you have, are CLEAR POWERSOF EXPOSITION—so clear that people may think they understand even ifthey don't. That is the secret of Faraday's success, for not a tithe ofthe people who go to hear him really understand him.
However, I am afraid that a delay must occur before you can get placedat the Royal Institution, as you cannot hold the Professorship until youhave given a course of lectures there, and it would seem that there isno room for you this year. However, I must try and learn more aboutthis.
Under these circumstances the London Institution looks tempting. I havebeen talking over the matter with Forbes, whose advice I look upon asfirst-rate in all these things, and he is decidedly of the opinion thatyou should take the London Institution if it is offered you. He saysthat lecturing there and lecturing at other Institutions, and writing,you could with certainty make more than you at present receive, and thatyou would have the command of a capital laboratory and plenty of time.
Then as to position—of which I was doubtful—it appears that Grove hasmade it a good one.
It is of great importance to look to this point in London—to beunshackled by anything that may prevent you taking the highest places,and it was only my fear on this head that made me advise you to hesitateabout the London Institution. More consideration leads me to say, takethat, if it will bring you up to London at once, so that you may hammeryour reputation while it is hot.
However, consider all these things well, and don't be hasty. I will keepeyes and ears open and inform you accordingly. Write to me if there isanything you want done, supposing always there is nobody who will do itbetter—which is improbable.
Ever yours,
T.H. Huxley.
[But this year of victory was not to pass away without one last blowfrom fate. On November 18, Edward Forbes, the man in whom Huxley hadfound a true friend and helper, inspired by the same ideals of truth andsincerity as himself, died suddenly at Edinburgh. The strong butdelicate ties that united them were based not merely upon intellectualaffinity, but upon the deeper moral kinship of two strong characters,where each subordinated interest to ideal, and treated others by themeasure of his own self-respect. As early as March 1851 he hadwritten:—]
I wish you knew my friend Professor Forbes. He is the best creature youcan imagine, and helps me in all manner of ways. A man of very greatknowledge, he is wholly free from pedantry and jealousy, the twobesetting sins of literary and scientific men. Up to his eyes in work,he never grudges his time if it is to help a friend. He is one of thefew men I have ever met to whom I can feel obliged, without losing aparticle of independence or self-respect.
[The following from a letter to Hooker, announcing Forbes'death, is astriking testimony to his worth:—]
I think I have never felt so crushed by anything before. It is one ofthose losses which cannot be replaced either to the private friend or toscience. To me especially it is a bitter loss. Without the aid andsympathy he has always given me from first to last, I should never havehad the courage to persevere in the course I have followed. And it wasone of my greatest hopes that we should work in harmony for long yearsat the aims so dear to us both.
But it is otherwise, and we who remain have nothing left but to bear theinevitable as we best may.
[And again a few days later:—]
I have had no time to write to you again till now, but I write to sayhow perfectly you express my own feeling about our poor friend. One ofthe first things I thought of was that medal business, and I neverrejoiced in anything more than that I had not been deterred by any moralcowardice from acting as I did.
As it is I reckon that letter (which I will show you some day) among mymost precious possessions.
[Huxley's last tribute to his dead friend was the organising a memorialfund, part of which went to getting a bust of him made, part toestablishing an Edward Forbes medal, to be competed for by the studentsof his old school in Jermyn Street.
As Huxley had been Forbes' successor at Jermyn Street, so now he seemedto many marked out to succeed him at Edinburgh. In November he writes toHooker:—]
People have been at me about the Edinburgh chair. If I could contrive tostop here, between you and I, I would prefer it to half a dozenEdinburgh chairs, but there is a mortal difference between 200 and 1000pounds sterling a year. I have written to say that if the Professors canmake up their minds they wish me to stand, I will—if not, I will not.For my own part, I believe my chances would be very small, and I thinkthere is every probability of their dividing the chair, in which case Icertainly would not go. However, I hate thinking about the thing.
[And also to his sister:—]
November 26, 1854.
My dearest Lizzie,
I feel I have been silent very long—a great deal too long—but youwould understand if you knew how much I have to do; why, with everydisposition to do otherwise, I now write hardly any but businessletters. Even Nettie comes off badly I am afraid. When a man embarks asI have done, with nothing but his brains to back him, on the great seaof life in London, with the determination to MAKE the influence and theposition and the money which he hasn't got, you may depend upon it thatthe fierce wants and interests of his present and immediate circle leavehim little time to think of anything else, whatever old loves and oldmemories may be smouldering as warmly as ever below the surface. So,sister mine, you must not imagine because I do not write that thereforeI do not think of you or care to know about you, but only that I ameaten up with the zeal of my own house, and doing with all my heart thething that the moment calls for.
The last year has been eventful for me. There is always a Cape Horn inone's life that one either weathers or wrecks one's self on. Thank God Ithink I may say I have weathered mine—not without a good deal of damageto spars and rigging though, for it blew deuced hard on the other side.
At the commencement of this year my affairs came to a crisis. TheGovernment, notwithstanding all the representations which were made tothem, would neither give nor refuse the grant for the publication of mywork, and by way of cutting short all further discussion the Admiraltycalled upon me to serve. A correspondence ensued, in which, as commonlyhappens in these cases, they got the worst of it in logic and words, andI in reality and "tin." They answered my syllogism by the irrelevant andabsurd threat of stopping my pay if I did not serve at once. Here was apretty business! However, it was no use turning back when so much hadbeen sacrificed for one's end, so I put their Lordships' letter up on mymantelpiece and betook myself to scribbling for my bread. They, on theother hand, removed my name from the List. So there was an interregnumwhen I was no longer in Her Majesty's service. I had already joined the"Westminster Review," and had inured myself to the labour oftranslation—and I could get any amount of scientific work I wanted—sothere was a living, though a scanty one, and amazingly hard work for it.My pen is not a very facile one, and what I write costs me a good dealof trouble.
In the spring of this year, however, a door opened. My poor lost friendProfessor Forbes—whose steady attachment and aid had always been of theutmost service to me—was called to fill the chair of Natural History inEdinburgh at a moment's notice. It is a very valuable appointment, andhe was obliged to fill it at once. Of course he left a number ofvacancies behind, among them one at the Government School of Mines inJermyn Street, where he lectured on Natural History. I was called uponto take up his lectures where he left off, in the same sudden way, andthe upshot of it all was that I became permanently attached—with 200pounds sterling a year pay. In other ways I can make a couple of hundreda year more even now, and I hope by-and-by to do better. In fact, amarried man, as I hope soon to be, cannot live at all in the positionwhich I ought to occupy under less than six hundred a year. If I keep myhealth, however, I have every hope of being able to do this—but, as thejockeys say, the pace is severe. Nettie is coming over in the spring,and if I have any luck at all, I mean to have paid off my debts and tobe married by this time next year. ([He writes on July 21, 1851:—]"Icommenced life upon nothing at all, and I had to borrow in the ordinaryway from an agent for the necessary expenses of my outfit. I sent home agreat deal of money, but notwithstanding, from the beautiful way theyhave of accumulating interest and charges of one description andanother, I found myself 100 pounds sterling in debt when Ireturned—besides something to my brother, about which, however, I donot suppose I need trouble myself just at present. As you may imagine,living in London, my pay now hardly keeps me, to say nothing of payingoff my old scores. I could get no account of how things were going onwith my agent while I was away,and therefore I never could tell exactlyhow I stood.")
In the meanwhile, strangely enough—and very painfully for me—newpossibilities have sprung up. My poor friend Forbes died only a weekago, just as he was beginning his course and entering upon as brillianta career as ever was opened to any scientific man in this country.
I cannot tell you how deeply this has shocked me. I owe him so much, Iloved him so well, and I have so very very few friends in the true senseof the word, that it has been perhaps a greater loss to me than to anyone—although there never was a man so widely lamented. One could trusthim so thoroughly! However, he has gone, poor fellow, and there isnothing for it but to shut one's self up again—and I was only going tosay that his death leaves his post vacant, and I have been stronglyurged to become a candidate for it by several of the most influentialEdinburgh Professors. I am greatly puzzled what to do. I do not want toleave London, nor do I think much of my own chances of success if Ibecome a candidate—though others do. On the other hand, a stipend whichvaries between 800 and 1200 pounds sterling a year is not to bepooh-poohed.
We shall see. If I can carry out some arrangements which are pendingwith the Government to increase my pay to 400 pounds sterling a year, Ishall be strongly tempted to stop in London. It is THE place, the centreof the world.
In the meanwhile, as things always do come in heaps, I obtained mylong-fought-for Grant—though indirectly—from the Government, which is,I think, a great triumph and vindication of the family motto—tenaxpropositi. Like many long-sought-for blessings, however, it is rather abore now that I have it, as I don't see how I am to find time to writethe book. But things "do themselves" in a wonderful way. I'll tell youhow many irons I have in the fire at this present moment:—(1) a manualof Comparative Anatomy for Churchill; (2) my "Grant" book; (3) a bookfor the British Museum people (half done); (4) an article for Todd's"Cyclopaedia" (half done); (5) sundry memoirs on Science; (6) a regularQuarterly article in the "Westminster"; (7) lectures at Jermyn Street inthe School of Mines; (8) lectures at the School of Art, MarlboroughHouse; (9) lectures at the London Institution, and odds and ends. Now,my dearest Lizzie, whenever you feel inclined to think it unkind I don'twrite, just look at that list, and remember that all these thingsrequire strenuous attention and concentration of the faculties, andleave one not very fit for anything else. You will say that it is bad tobe so entirely absorbed in these things, and to that I heartily sayAmen!—but you might as well argue with a man who has just mounted thefavourite for the "Oaks" that it is a bad thing to ride fast. He admitsthat, and is off like a shot when the bell rings nevertheless. My bellhas rung some time, and thank God the winning post is in sight.
Give my kindest regards to the doctor and special love to all thechildren. I send a trifle for my godson and some odds and ends in thebook line, among other things a Shakespeare for yourself, dear Liz.
Believe me, ever your affectionate brother,
T.H. Huxley.
[In December the Edinburgh chair was practically offered to himundivided; but by that time the London authorities thought they hadbetter make it worth his while to stay at Jermyn Street, and withnegotiations begun for this end he refused to stand for Edinburgh. Inthe following spring, however, he was again approached fromEdinburgh—not so much to withdraw his refusal and again become acandidate, as to let it be made known that he would accept the chair ifit were offered him. But his position in London was now established; andhe preferred to live in London on a bare sufficiency rather than toenjoy a larger income away from the centre of things.
Two letters to Tyndall, which refer to the division of labour in thescience reviews for the "Westminster," indicate very clearly the highpressure at which Huxley had already begun to work:—]
Tenby, South Wales, October 22, 1854.
My dear Tyndall,
I was rejoiced to find you entertaining my proposition at all. No onebelieves how hard you work more than I, but I was not going to be such abad diplomatist as to put that at the head of my letter, and if I hadthought that what I want you to do involved any great accession thereto,I think I could not have mustered up the face to ask you. But really andtruly, so long as it is confined to our own department it is no greataffair. You make me laugh at the long face you pull about the duties,based on my phrase. The fact is, you notice what you like, and what youdo not you leave undone, unless you get an editorial request to saysomething about a particular book. The whole affair is entirely in yourown hands—at least it is in mine—as I went upon my principle of havinga row at starting…
Now here is an equitable proposition. Look at my work. I have a coupleof monographs, odds and ends of papers for journals, a manual and somethree courses of lectures to provide for this winter. "My necessitiesare as great as thine," as Sir Philip Sidney didn't say, so be a brick,split the difference, and say you will be ready for the April number. Iwill write and announce the fact to Chapman.
What idiots we all are to toil and slave at this pace. I almost repentme of tempting you—after all—so I promise to hold on if you reallythink you will be overdoing it.
With you I envy Francis his gastric energies. I feel I have done formyself in that line, and am in for a life-long dyspeps. I have not, now,nervous energy enough for stomach and brain both, and if I work thelatter, not even the fresh breezes of this place will keep the former inorder. That is a discovery I have made here, and though highlyinstructive, it is not so pleasant as some other physiological resultsthat have turned up.
Chapman, who died of cholera, was a distant relative of my man. The poorfellow vanished in the middle of an unfinished article, which hasappeared in the last "Westminster," as his forlorn vale! to the world.After all, that is the way to die, better a thousand times thandrivelling off into eternity betwixt awake and asleep in a fatuous oldage.
Believe me, ever yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
[On Tyndall consenting, he wrote again on the 29th:—]
I rejoice in having got you to put your head under my yoke, and feelready to break into a hand gallop on the strength of it.
I have written to Chapman to tell him you only make an experiment onyour cerebral substance—whose continuance depends on tenacity thereof.
I didn't suspect you of being seduced by the magnificence of theemolument, you Cincinnatus of the laboratory. I only suggested that aspay sweetens labour, a fortiori it will sweeten what to you will be nolabour.
I'm not a miserable mortal now—quite the contrary. I never am when Ihave too much to do, and my sage reflection was not provoked by envy ofthe more idle. Only I do wish I could sometimes ascertain the exactjuste milieu of work which will suit, not my head or will, THESE can'thave too much; but my absurd stomach.
[The Edinburgh candidature, the adoption of his wider scheme for thecarrying out of the coast survey, and his approaching marriage, aretouched upon in the following letters to Dr. Frederick Dyster of Tenby,whose keen interest in marine zoology was the starting-point of a warmfriendship with the rising naturalist, some fifteen years his junior.(It was to Dyster that Huxley owed his introduction in 1854 to F.D.Maurice (whose work in educating the people he did his best to help),and later to Charles Kingsley, whom he first met at the end of June1855.] "What Kingsley do you refer to?" [he writes on May 6,] "ALTONLOCKE Kingsley or Photographic Kingsley? I shall be right glad to findgood men and true anywhere, and I will take your bail for any man. Butthe work must be critically done.") [He was strongly urged by theyounger man to complete and systematise his observations by taking inturn all the species of each genus of annelids found at Tenby, andworking them up into a series of little monographs] "which would be thebest of all possible foundations for a History of the BritishAnnelidae":—
To Dr. Dyster.
January 5, 1855
[He begins by confessing "a considerable liberty" he had been takingwith Dyster's name, in calling a joint discovery of this, which hedescribed in the "Edinburgh New Philosophical Journal," ProtulaDysteri.]
Are you very savage? If so, you must go and take a walk along the sandsand see the slant rays of the sunset tipping the rollers as they breakon the beach; that always made even ME at peace with all the world, anda fortiori it will you.
Truly, I wish I had any such source of consolation. Chimney pots arehighly injurious to my morals, and my temper is usually in proportion tothe extent of my horizon.
I have been swallowing oceans of disgust lately. All sorts of squabbles,some made by my own folly and others by the malice of other people, andno great sea and sky to go out under, and be alone and forget it all.
You may have seen my name advertised by Reeve as about to write a memoirof poor Forbes, to be prefixed to a collection of his essays. I foundthat to be a mere bookseller's dodge on Reeve's part, and when I madethe discovery, of course we had a battle-royal, and I have now whollywithdrawn from it.
I find, however, that one's kind and generous friends imagine it was anelectioneering manoeuvre on my part for Edinburgh. Imagine howsatisfactory. I forget whether I told you that I had been asked to standfor Edinburgh and have done so. Whether I shall be appointed or not I donot know. So far as my own wishes go, I am in a curiously balanced stateof mind about it. Many things make it a desirable post, but I dreadleaving London and its freedom—its Bedouin sort of life—for Edinburghand no whistling on Sundays. Besides, if I go there, I shall have togive up all my coast-survey plans, and all their pleasant concomitants.
Apropos of Edinburgh I feel much like the Irish hod-man who betted hisfellow he could not carry him up to the top of a house in his hod. Theman did it, but Pat turning round as he was set down on the roof, said,"Ye've done it, sure enough, but, bedad, I'd great hopes ye'd let mefall about three rounds from the top." Bedad, I'm nearly at the top ofthe Scotch ladder, but I've hopes.
It is finally settled that the chair will not be divided. I told themfrankly I would not go if it were.
Has Highly sent your books yet?
Ever yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
Jermyn Street, February 13, 1855.
My dear Dyster,
…I will do my best to help—to some alumni if the chance comes in myway, though, as you say, I don't like him. I can't help it. I respectpiety, and hope I have some after my own fashion, but I have a profoundprejudice against the efflorescent form of it. I never yet found inpeople thoroughly imbued with that pietism, the same notions of honourand straightforwardness that obtain among men of the world. It may beotherwise with —, but I can't help my pagan prejudice. So don't judgeharshly of me there-anent.
About Edinburgh, I have been going to write to you for days past. I havedecided on withdrawing from the candidature, and have done so. In factthe more I thought of it the less I liked it. They require nine months'lectures some four or five times a week, which would have thoroughlyused me up, and completely put a stop to anything like original work;and then there was a horrid museum to be arranged, work I don't careabout, and which would have involved an amount of intriguing andheart-burning, and would have required an amount of diplomacy to carryto a successful issue, for which my temper and disposition are whollyunfitted.
And then I felt above all things that it was for me an imposture. Herehave I been fighting and struggling for years, sacrificing everything tobe a man of science, a genuine worker, and if I had obtained theEdinburgh chair, I should have been in reality a mere pedagogue and aman of science only in name. Such were my notions, and if I hesitated atall and allowed myself to become a candidate, it was only because I haveother interests to consult than my own. Intending to "range myself" oneof these days and become a respectable member of society, I was bound toconsider my material interests. And so I should have been still acandidate for Edinburgh had not the Government here professed themselvesunwilling to lose my services, adding the "material guarantee" of anaddition to my income, which, though by no means bringing it up to thepoint of Edinburgh, will still enable me (das heisst "us") to livecomfortably here.
I must renounce the "pomps and vanities," but all those other "lusts ofthe flesh" which may beseem a gentleman may be reasonably gratified.
Don't you think I have been wise in my Hercules choice? After all Idon't lay claim to any great merit, seeing it was anything but certain Ishould get Edinburgh.
The best of all is that I have every reason to believe that Governmentwill carry out my scheme for a coast survey, so happily and pleasantlybegun at Tenby last year.
The final arrangements are almost complete, and I believe you may makeup your mind to have four months of me next year. Tenby shall beimmortalised and Jenkyn converted into a philosopher. [Jenkyn wasemployed to collect shells, etc., at Tenby. He is often alluded to as"the Professor."] By the way, I think the best way would be to retainthe shells till I come. My main purpose is to have in them a catalogueof what Tenby affords.
Pray give my kind remembrances to Mrs. Dyster, and believe me, everyours,
T.H. Huxley.
April 1, 1855.
My dear Dyster,
By all that's good, your last note, which lies before me, has date amonth ago. I looked at it just now, and became an April fool on theinstant.
All the winds of March, however, took their course through my thorax andeventuated in lectures. At least that is all the account I can give tomyself of the time, and an unprofitable account it is, for everythingbut one's exchequer.
So far as knowledge goes it is mere prodigality spending one's capitaland adding nothing, for I find the physical exertion of lecturing quiteunfits me for much else. Fancy how last Friday was spent. I went toJermyn Street in the morning with the intention of preparing for myafternoon's lecture. People came talking to me up to within a quarter ofan hour of the time, so I had to make a dash without preparation. Then Ihad to go home to prepare for a second lecture in the evening, and afterthat I went to a soiree, and got home about one o'clock in the morning.
I go on telling myself this won't do, but to no purpose.
You will be glad to hear that my affairs here are finally settled, and Iam regularly appointed an officer of the survey with the commission towork out the natural history of the coast.
Edinburgh has been tempting me again, and in fact I believe I was withinan ace of going there, but the Government definitely offering me thisposition, I was too glad to stop where I am.
I can make six hundred a year here, and that being the case, I conceiveI have a right to consult my own inclinations and the interest of myscientific reputation. The coast survey puts in my hands the finestopportunities that ever a man had, and it is a pity if I do not makemyself something better than a Caledonian pedagogue.
The great first scheme I have in connection with my new post is to workout the Marine Natural History of Britain, and to have every species ofsea beast properly figured and described in the reports which I meanfrom time to time to issue. I can get all the engravings and all theprinting I want done, but of course I am not so absurd as to suppose Ican work out all these things myself. Therefore my notion is to seek inall highways and byways for fellow labourers. Busk will, I hope, supplyme with figures and descriptions of the British Polyzoa and Hydrozoa,and I have confidence in my friend, Mr. Dyster of Tenby (are youpresumptuous enough to say you know him?) for the Annelids, if he won'tobject to that mode of publishing his work. The Mollusks, theCrustaceans, and the Fishes, the Echinoderms and the Worms, will giveplenty of occupation to the other people, myself included, to saynothing of distribution and of the recent geological changes, all ofwhich come within my programme.
Did I not tell you it was a fine field, and could the land o' cakes giveme any scope like this?
April 9, 1855.
My dear Dyster,
I didn't by any means mean to be so sphinx-like in my letter, though youhave turned out an Oedipus of the first water. True it is that I mean to"range myself," "live cleanly and leave off sack," within the next fewmonths—that is to say, if nothing happens to the good ship which is atpresent bearing my fiancee homewards.
So far as a restless mortal—more or less aweary of most things—likemyself can be made happy by any other human being, I believe your goodwishes are safe of realisation; at any rate, it will be my fault if theyare not, and I beg you never to imagine that I could confound the pietyof friendship with the "efflorescent" variety.
I hope to marry in July, and make my way down to Tenby shortlyafterwards, and I am ready to lay you a wager that your vaticinationstouching the amount of work that WON'T be done don't come true.
So much for wives—now for WORMS—(I could not for the life of me helpthe alliteration). I, as right reverend father in worms and Bishop ofAnnelidae, do not think I ought to interfere with my most promising son,when a channel opens itself for the publication of his labours. So dowhat you will apropos of J—. If he does not do the worms any betterthan he did the zoophytes, he won't interfere with my plans.
I shall be glad to see Mrs. Buckland's Echinoderm. I think it must be anovelty by what you say. She is a very jolly person, but I have anunutterable fear of scientific women.
Ever yours,
T.H. Huxley.
May 6, 1855.
My ship is not come home but is coming, and I have been in a state ofdesperation at the continuous east winds. However, to-day there is awesterly gale, and if it lasts I shall have news soon. You may imaginethat I am in an unsatisfactory state of mind between this and lecturingfive times a week.
I beg to say that the "goods" I expect are home produce thistransplanted (or sent a voyage as you do Madeira), and not foreigngrowth by any means. But it is five years since we met, I am another manaltogether, and if my wife be as much altered, we shall need a newintroduction. Correspondence, however active, is a poor substitute forpersonal communication and tells one but little of the inner life.
[Finally, on the eve of his marriage in July, Tyndall congratulates himon being appointed to deliver the next course of Fullerian Lectures atthe Royal Institution:—
The fates once seemed to point to our connection in a distant land: weare now colleagues at home, and I can claim you as my scientificbrother. May the gods continue to drop fatness upon you, and may yournext great step be productive of all the felicity which your warmestfriends or your own rebellious heart can desire.
CHAPTER 1.9.
1855.
Miss Heathorn and her parents reached England at the beginning of May1855, and took up their abode at 8 Titchfield Terrace, not far fromHuxley's own lodgings and his brothers' house. One thing, however,filled Huxley with dismay. Miss Heathorn's health had broken downutterly, and she looked at death's door. All through the preceding yearshe had been very ill; she had gone with friends, Mr. and Mrs. Wise, tothe newly opened mining-camp at Bathurst, and she and Mrs. Wise wereindeed the first women to visit it; returning to Sydney after rather arough time, she caught a chill, and being wrongly treated by a doctor ofthe blood-letting, calomel-dosing school, she was reduced to a shadow,and only saved by another practitioner, who reversed the treatment justin time.
In his letters to her, Huxley had not at first realised the danger shehad been in; and afterwards tried to keep her spirits up by a cheerfuloptimism that would only look forward to their joyful union and manyyears of unbroken happiness to atone for their long parting.
But the reality alarmed him. He took her to one of the most famousdoctors of the day, as if merely a patient he was interested in. Then asone member of the profession to another, he asked him privately hisopinion of the case. "I give her six months of life," said Aesculapius.]"Well, six months or not," [replied Huxley,] "she is going to be mywife." [The doctor was mightily put out. "You ought to have told me thatbefore." Of course, the evasive answer in such a contingency wasprecisely what Huxley wished to avoid. Happily another leading doctorheld a much more favourable opinion, and said that with care herstrength would come back, slowly but surely.]
14 Waverley Place, Wednesday.
My dear Hooker,
My wife and I met again on Sunday last, and I have established herself,her father and mother, close by me here at 8 Titchfield Terrace,Regent's Park, and whenever you and Mrs. Hooker are in this part of theworld, and can find time to call there, you will find her anything butsurprised to see you.
God help me! I discover that I am as bad as any young fool who knows nobetter, and if the necessity for giving six lectures a week did notsternly interfere, I should be hanging about her ladyship'sapron-strings all day. She is in very bad health, poor child, and I havesome reason to be anxious, but I have every hope she will mend withcare.
Oh this life! "atra cura," as old Thackeray has it, sits on all ourbacks and mingles with all our happiness. But if I go on talking in thisway you will wonder what has come over my philosophership.
Ever yours,
T.H. Huxley.
[Black Care was still in the background, but had relaxed her hold uponhim. His spirits rose to the old point of gaiety. He writes how he givesa lively lecture to his students, and in the midst of it satan promptshim to crow or howl—a temptation happily resisted. He makes atrociouspuns in bidding Hooker to the wedding, which took place on July 21.]
Jermyn Street, July 6, 1855.
My dear Hooker,
I ought long since to have thanked you in Thomson's name as well as myown for your "Flora Indica." Some day I promise myself much pleasure andprofit from the digestion of the Introductory Essay, which is probablyas much as my gizzard is competent to convert into nutrition.
I terminate my Baccalaureate and take my degree of M.A.-trimony (isn'tthat atrocious?) on Saturday, July 21. After the unhappy criminals havebeen turned off, there will be refreshments provided for the sheriffs,chaplain, and spectators. Will you come? Don't if it is a bore, but Ishould much like to have you there.
[It was not a large party that assembled at the George Huxleys for thewedding, but all were life-long friends, including, besides the Fanningclan and Mrs. Griffiths, an old Australian ally, Hooker, Tyndall, andDr. and Mrs. Carpenter. There was none present but felt that abundanthappiness was at least well earned after eight years of trial, and stillmore that its best guarantee was the firm loyalty and devotion that hadpassed through so many dangers of absence and isolation, so manytemptations to renounce the ideal course under stress of circumstance,only to emerge strengthened and ennobled by the stern discipline of muchsacrifice.
Great as was his new happiness, he hardly stood in need of Darwin's wordof warning: "I hope your marriage will not make you idle; happiness, Ifear, is not good for work." Huxley could not sit idle for long. If hehad no occupation on hand, something worth investigation—and thoroughinvestigation—was sure to catch his eye. So he writes to Hooker fromTenby:—]
15 St. Julian's Terrace, Tenby, August 16, 1855.
My dear Hooker,
I am so near the end of the honeymoon that I think it can hardly beimmodest if I emerge from private life and write you a letter, moreparticularly as I want to know something. I went yesterday on anexpedition to see the remains of a forest which exists between tidemarksat a place called Amroth, near here.
So far as I can judge there can be no doubt that this really is a caseof downward movement. The stools of the trees are in their normalposition, and their roots are embedded and interwoven in a layer ofstiff blue clay, which lies immediately beneath the superficial mud ofthe shore. Layers of leaves, too, are mixed up with the clay in otherparts, and the bark of some of the trees is in perfect preservation. Thecondition of the wood is very curious. It is like very hard cheese, sothat you can readily cut slices with a spade, and yet where more of thetrunk has been preserved some parts are very hard. The trees are, Ifancy, Beech and Oak. Could you identify slices if I were to send yousome?
Now it seems to me that here is an opportunity one does not often haveof getting some information about the action of sea water on wood, andon the mode in which these vegetable remains may become embedded, etc.etc., and I want to get you to tell me where I can find information onsubmerged forests in general, so as to see to what points one can bestdirect one's attention, and to suggest any inquiries that may strikeyourself.
I do not see how the stumps can occur in this position without directsinking of the land, and that such a sinking should have occurredtallies very well with some other facts which I have observed as to thenature of the bottom at considerable depths here.
We had the jolliest cruise in the world by Oxford, Warwick, Kenilworth,Stratford, Malvern, Ross, and the Wye though it WAS a little rainy, andthough my wife's strength sadly failed at times.
Still she was on the whole much better and stronger than I had any rightto expect, and although I get frightened every now and then, yet therecan be no doubt that she is steadily though slowly improving. I have nofears for the ultimate result, but her amendment will be a work of time.We have really quite settled down into Darby and Joan, and I begin toregard matrimony as the normal state of man. It's wonderful how lightthe house looks when I come back weary with a day's boating to what itused to do.
I hope Mrs. Hooker is well and about again. Pray give her our very kindregards, and believe me, my dear Hooker, ever yours,
T.H. Huxley.
[At Tenby he stayed on through August and September, continuing hisoccupations of the previous summer, dredging up specimens for hismicroscope, and working partly for his own investigations, partly forthe Geological Survey.
CHAPTER 1.10.
1855-1858.
Up to his appointment at the School of Mines, Huxley's work had beenalmost entirely morphological, dealing with the Invertebrates. His firstinvestigations, moreover, had been directed not to species-hunting, butto working out the real affinities of little known orders, and therebyevolving a philosophical classification from the limbo of "Vermes" and"Radiata."
He had continued the same work by tracing homologies of development inother classes of animals, such as the Cephalous Mollusca, theArticulata, and the Brachiopods. On these subjects, also, he had a gooddeal of correspondence with other investigators of the same cast ofmind, and even when he did not carry conviction, the impression made byhis arguments may be judged from the words of Dr. Allman, no meanauthority, in a letter of May 2, 1852:—]
I have thought over your arguments again and again, and while I am themore convinced of their ingenuity, originality, and STRENGTH, I yet feelashamed to confess that I too must exclaim "tenax propositi." When wasit otherwise in controversy?
[Other speculations arising out of these researches had been given tothe public in the form of lectures, notably that on Animal Individualityat the Royal Institution in 1852.
But after 1854, Paleontology and administrative work began to claim muchof the time he would willingly have bestowed upon distinctly zoologicalresearch. His lectures on Natural History of course demanded a good dealof first-hand investigation, and not only occasional notes in hisfragmentary journals, but a vast mass of drawings now preserved at SouthKensington attest the amount of work he still managed to give to thesesubjects. But with the exception of the Hunterian Lectures of 1868, heonly published one paper on Invertebrates as late as 1860; and only halfa dozen, not counting the belated "Oceanic Hydrozoa," bear 1856 and1859. The essay on the Crayfish did not appear until after he had leftJermyn Street and Paleontology for South Kensington.
The "Method of Paleontology," published in 1856, was the first of a longseries of papers dealing with fossil creatures, the description of whichfell to him as Naturalist to the Geological Survey. By 1860 he hadpublished twelve such papers, and by 1871 twenty-six more, orthirty-eight in sixteen years.
It was a curious irony of fate that led him into this position. Hewrites in his Autobiography that, when Sir Henry de la Beche, theDirector-General of the Geological Survey, offered him the post Forbesvacated of Paleontologist and Lecturer on Natural History,]
I refused the former point blank, and accepted the latter onlyprovisionally, telling Sir Henry that I did not care for fossils, andthat I should give up Natural History as soon as I could get aphysiological post. But I held the office for thirty-one years, and alarge part of my work has been paleontological.
[Yet the diversion was not without great use. A wide knowledge ofpaleontology offered a key to many problems that were hotly debated inthe years of battle following the publication of the "Origin of Species"in 1859, as well as providing fresh subject-matter for the lectures inwhich he continued to give the lay world the results of his thought.
On the administrative and official side he laid before himself theorganisation of the resources of the Museum of Practical Geology as aneducational instrument. This involved several years' work in thearrangement of the specimens, so as to illustrate the paleontologicallectures, and the writing of "introductions" to each section of thecatalogue, which should be a guide to the students. The "Method ofPaleontology" mentioned above served as the prefatory essay to the wholecatalogue, and was reprinted in 1869 by the Smithsonian Institute ofWashington under the title of "Principles and Methods of Paleontology."
This work led to his taking a lively interest in the organisation ofmuseums in general, whether private, such as Sir Philip Egerton's, whichhe visited in 1856; local, such as Warwick or Chester; or central, suchas the British Museum or that at Manchester.
With regard to the British Museum, the question had arisen of removingthe Natural History collections from the confined space and dustysurroundings of Great Russell Street. A first memorial on the subjecthad been signed, not only by many non-scientific persons, but also by anumber of botanists, who wished to see the British Museum Herbarium,etc., combined with the more accessible and more complete collections atKew. Owing apparently to official opposition, the Natural Historysub-committee of the British Museum Trustees advised a treatment of theBotanical Department which commended itself to none of the leadingbotanists. Consequently a number of botanists and zoologists tookcounsel together and drew up a fresh memorial from the strictlyscientific point of view. Huxley and Hooker took an active part in theagitation.] "It is no use," [writes the former to his friend,] "puttingany faith in the old buffers, hardened as they are in trespasses andsin." [And again:—]
I see nothing for it but for you and I to constitute ourselves into apermanent "Committee of Public Safety," to watch over what is being doneand take measures with the advice of others when necessary…As for —and id genus omne, I have never expected anything but opposition fromthem. But I don't think it is necessary to trouble one's head about suchopposition. It may be annoying and troublesome, but if we are beaten byit we deserve to be. With shall have to wade through oceans of troubleand abuse, but so long as we gain our end, I care not a whistle whetherthe sweet voices of the scientific mob are with me or against me.
[According to Huxley's views a complete system demanded a triple museumfor each subject, Zoology and Botany, since Geology was sufficientlyprovided for in Jermyn Street—one typical or popular, "in which allprominent forms or types of animals or plants, recent or fossil, shouldbe so displayed as to give the public an idea of the vast extent andvariety of natural objects, to diffuse a general knowledge of theresults obtained by science in their investigation and classification,and to serve as a general introduction to the student in NaturalScience"; the second scientific, "in which collections of all availableanimals and plants and their parts, whether recent or fossil, and in asufficient number of specimens, should be disposed conveniently forstudy, and to which should be exclusively attached an appropriatelibrary, or collection of books and illustrations relating to science,quite independent of any general library"; the third economic, "in whicheconomic products, whether zoological or botanical, with illustrationsof the processes by which they are obtained and applied to use, shouldbe so disposed as best to assist the progress of Commerce and the Arts."It demanded further a Zoological and a Botanical Garden, where theliving specimens could be studied.
Some of these institutions existed, but were not under state control.Others were already begun—e.g. that of Economic Zoology at SouthKensington; but the value of the botanical collections was minimised bywant of concentration, while as to zoology "the British Museum containsa magnificent collection of recent and fossil animals, the property ofthe state, but there is no room for its proper display and noaccommodation for its proper study. Its official head reports directlyneither to the Government nor to the governing body of theinstitution…It is true that the people stroll through the enormouscollections of the British Museum, but the sole result is that they aredazzled and confused by the multiplicity of unexplained objects, and theman of science is deprived thrice a week of the means of advancingknowledge."
The agitation of 1859-60 bore fruit in due season, and within twentyyears the ideal here sketched was to a great extent realised, as anyvisitor to the Natural History Museum at South Kensington can see forhimself.
The same principles are reiterated in his letter of January 25, 1868, tothe Commissioners of the Manchester Natural History Society, who hadasked his advice as to the erection of a museum. But to the principleshe adds a number of most practical suggestions as to the actualstructure of the building, which are briefly appended in abstract. Thecomplement to this is a letter of 1872, giving advice as to a localmuseum at Chester, and one of 1859 describing the ideal catalogue for ageological museum.]
January 25, 1868.
The Commissioners of the Manchester Natural History Society.
SCHEME FOR A MUSEUM.
OBJECTS.
1. The public exhibition of a collection of specimens large enough toillustrate all the most important truths of Natural History, but not soextensive as to weary and confuse ordinary visitors.
2. The accessibility of this collection to the public.
3. The conservation of all specimens not necessary for the purposedefined in Paragraph 1 in a place apart.
4. The accessibility of all objects contained in the museum to thecurator and to scientific students, without interference with the publicor by the public.
5. Thorough exclusion of dust and dirt from the specimens.
6. A provision of space for workrooms, and, if need be, lecture-rooms.
PRINCIPLE.
A big hall (350 x 40 x 30) with narrower halls on either side, lightedfrom the top. The central hall for the public, the others for thecurators, etc. The walls, of arches upon piers about 15 feet high,bearing on girders a gallery 5 feet wide in the public room, and 3 feet6 inches in the curators'.
The cases should be larger below, 5 feet deep, and smaller above, 2 feetdeep, with glass fronts to the public, and doors on the curators' side.
For very large specimens—e.g. a whale—the case could expand into thecurators' part without encroaching on the public part, so as to keep theline of windows regular.
Specimens of the Vertebrata, illustrations of Physical Geography and
Stratigraphical Geology, should be placed below.
The Invertebrata, Botanical and Mineralogical specimens in thegalleries.
The partition to be continued above the galleries to the roof, thusexcluding all the dust raised by the public.
Space for students should be provided in the curators' rooms.
Storage should be AMPLE.
A museum of this size gives twice as much area for exhibition purposesas that offered by ALL the cases in the present museum.
Athenaeum Club, December 8, 1872.
Dear Sir,
I regret that your letter has but just come into my hands, so that myreply cannot be in time for your meeting, which, I understand you tosay, was to be held yesterday.
I have no hesitation whatever in expressing the opinion that, except inthe case of large and wealthy towns (and even in their case primarily),a Local Museum should be exactly what its name implies, namely"Local"—illustrating local Geology, local Botany, local Zoology, andlocal Archaeology.
Such a museum, if residents who are interested in these sciences takeproper pains, may be brought to a great degree of perfection and beunique of its kind. It will tell both natives and strangers exactly whatthey want to know, and possess great scientific interest and importance.Whereas the ordinary lumber-room of clubs from New Zealand, Hindooidols, sharks' teeth, mangy monkeys, scorpions, and conch shells—whoshall describe the weary inutility of it? It is really worse thannothing, because it leads the unwary to look for the objects of scienceelsewhere than under their noses. What they want to know is that their"America is here," as Wilhelm Meister has it.
Yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
Alfred Walker, Esq., Nant-y-Glyn, Colwyn Bay.
TO THE REVEREND P. BRODIE OF WARWICK.
Jermyn Street, October 14, 1859.
My dear Mr. Brodie,
I am sorry to say that I can as yet send you no catalogue of ours. Theremodelling of our museum is only just completed, and only theintroductory part of my catalogue is written. When it is printed youshall have an early copy.
If I may make a suggestion I should say that a catalogue of your museumfor popular use should commence with a sketch of the topography andstratigraphy of the county, put into the most intelligible language, andillustrated by reference to mineral specimens in the cases, and to thelocalities where sections showing the superposition of such and suchbeds is to be seen. After that I think should come a list of the mostremarkable and interesting fossils, with reference to the cases wherethey are to be seen; and under the head of each a brief popular accountof the kind of animal or plant which the thing was when alive, itsprobable habits, and its meaning and importance as a member of the greatseries of successive forms of life.
Yours very faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
[The reorganisation of the course of studies at Jermyn Street, fullysketched out in the 1857 notebook, involved two very serious additionsto his work over and above what was required of him by his appointmentas Professor. He found his students to a great extent lacking in theknowledge of general principles necessary to the comprehension of thespecial work before them. To enable them to make the best use of hisregular lectures, he offered them in addition a preliminary eveningcourse of nine lectures each January, which he entitled "An Introductionto the Study of the Collection of Fossils in the Museum of PracticalGeology." These lectures summed up what he afterwards namedPhysiography, together with a general sketch of fossils and theirnature, the classification of animals and plants, their distribution atvarious epochs, and the principles on which they are constructed,illustrated by the examination of some animal, such as a lobster.
The regular lectures, fifty-seven in number, ran from February to Apriland from April to June, with fortnightly examinations during the latterperiod, six in number. I take the scheme from his notebook:—] "Afterprolegomena, the physiology and morphology of lobster and dove; thenthrough Invertebrates, Anodon, Actinia, and Vorticella Protozoa, toMolluscan types. Insects, then Vertebrates. SupplementedPaleontologically by the demonstrations of the selected types in thecases; twelve Paleozoic, twelve Mesozoic and Cainozoic," [by hisassistants.] "To make the course complete there should be added
1. A series of lectures on Species, practical discrimination anddescription, modification by conditions and distribution;
2. Lectures on the elements of Botany and Fossil Plants."
[This reorganisation of his course went hand in hand with hisutilisation of the Jermyn Street Museum for paleontological teaching,and all through 1857 he was busily working at the Explanatory Catalogue.
Moreover, in 1855 he had begun at Jermyn Street his regular courses oflectures to working men—lectures which impressed those qualified tojudge as surpassing even his class lectures. Year after year he gave theartisans of his best, on the principle enunciated thus early in a letterof February 27, 1855, to Dyster:—]
I enclose a prospectus of some People's Lectures (POPULAR Lectures Ihold to be an abomination unto the Lord) I am about to give here. I wantthe working classes to understand that Science and her ways are greatfacts for them—that physical virtue is the base of all other, and thatthey are to be clean and temperate and all the rest—not because fellowsin black with white ties tell them so, but because these are plain andpatent laws of nature which they must obey "under penalties."
I am sick of the dilettante middle class, and mean to try what I can dowith these hard-handed fellows who live among facts. You will be withme, I know.
[And again on May 6, 1855:—]
I am glad your lectures went off so well. They were better attended thanmine [the Preliminary Course], although in point of earnestness andattention my audience was all I could wish. I am now giving a course ofthe same kind to working men exclusively—one of what we call our seriesof "working men's lectures," consisting of six given in turn by eachProfessor. The theatre holds 600, and is crammed full.
I believe in the fustian, and can talk better to it than to any amountof gauze and Saxony; and to a fustian audience (but to that only) Iwould willingly give some when I come to Tenby.
[The corresponding movement set going by F.D. Maurice also claimed his
interest, and in 1857 he gave his first address at the Working Men's
College to an audience, as he notes, of some fifty persons, including
Maurice himself.
Other work of importance was connected with the Royal Institution. Hehad been elected to deliver the triennial course as Fullerian Professor,and for his subject in 1856-57 chose Physiology and Comparative Anatomy;in 1858, the Principles of Biology.
He was extremely glad of the additional "grist to the mill" brought inby these lectures. As he wrote in 1890:—]
I have good reason to know what difference a hundred a year makes whenyour income is not more than four or five times that. I remember when Iwas candidate for the Fullerian professorship some twenty-three yearsago, a friend of mine asked a wealthy manager to support me. Hepromised, but asked the value of the appointment, and when told, said,"Well, but what's the use of a hundred a year to him?" I suppose he paidhis butler that.
[A further attempt to organise scientific work throughout the countryand make its results generally known, dates from this time. Huxley,Hooker, and Tyndall had discussed, early in 1858, the possibility ofstarting a "Scientific Review," which should do for science what the"Quarterly" or the "Westminster" did for literature. The scheme wasfound not to be feasible at the time, though it was revived in anotherform in 1860; so in the meanwhile it was arranged that science should belaid before the public every fortnight, through the medium of ascientific column in the "Saturday Review." The following letter bearson this proposal:—]
April 20, 1858.
My dear Hooker,
Before the dawn of the proposal for the ever-memorable though not-to-be"Scientific Review," there had been some talk of one or two of usworking the public up for science through the "Saturday Review."Maskelyne (you know him, I suppose) was the suggester of the scheme, andundertook to talk to the "Saturday" people about it.
I think the whole affair had dropped through, but yesterday Maskelynecame to me and to Ramsay with definite propositions from the "Saturday"editor.
He undertakes to put in a scientific article in the intermediate partbetween Leaders and Reviews once a fortnight if we will supply him. Heis not to mutilate or to alter, but to take what he gets and bethankful.
The writers to select their own subjects. Now the question is, Willseven or eight of us, representing different sciences, join together andundertake to supply at least one article in three months? Once afortnight would want a minimum of six articles in three months, so thatif there were six, each man must supply one.
Sylvester is talked of for Mathematics. I am going to write to Tyndallabout doing Physics. Maskelyne and perhaps Frankland will take Chemistryand Mineralogy. You and I might do Biology; Ramsay, Geology; Smyth,Technology.
This looks to me like a very feasible plan, not asking too much ofanyone, and yet giving all an opportunity of saying what he has to say.
Besides this the "Saturday" would be glad to get Reviews from us.
If all those mentioned agree to join, we will meet somewhere and discussplans.
Let me have a line to say what you think, and believe me, ever yoursfaithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
[In 1858 he read three papers at the Geological and two at the Linnean;he lectured (February 15) on Fish and Fisheries at South Kensington, andon May 21 gave a Friday evening discourse at the Royal Institution on"The Phenomena of Gemmation." He wrote an article for "Todd'sCyclopaedia," on the "Tegumentary Organs," an elaborate paper, as Sir M.Foster says, on a histological theme, to which, as to others of the sameclass on the Teeth and the Corpuscular Tactus ("Q. J. Micr. Science"1853-4), he had been "led probably by the desire, which only graduallyand through lack of fulfilment left him, to become a physiologist ratherthan a naturalist."
No less important was his more general work for science. Physiologicalstudy in England at this time was dominated by transcendental notions.To put first principles on a sound experimental basis was the aim of thenew leaders of scientific thought. To this end Huxley made twocontributions in 1858—one on the general subject of the cell theory,the other on the particular question of the development of the skull."In a striking 'Review of the Cell Theory,'" says Sir M. Foster, "whichappeared in the "British and Foreign Medical Review" in 1858, a paperwhich more than one young physiologist at the time read with delight,and which even to-day may be studied with no little profit, he, in thissubject as in others, drove the sword of rational inquiry through theheart of conceptions, metaphysical and transcendental, but dominant."
Of this article Professor E. Ray Lankester also writes:—
…Indeed it is a fundamental study in morphology. The extreme interestand importance of the views put forward in that article may be judged ofby the fact that although it is forty years since it was published, andalthough our knowledge of cell structure has made immense progressduring those forty years, yet the main contention of that article,namely that cells are not the cause but the result of organisation—infact, are, as he says, to the tide of life what the line of shells andweeds on the seashore is to the tide of the living sea—is even nowbeing re-asserted, and in a slightly modified form is by very manycytologists admitted as having more truth in it than the opposed viewand its later outcomes, to the effect that the cell is the unit of lifein which and through which alone living matter manifests its activities.
The second was his Croonian Lecture of 1858, "On the Theory of theVertebrate Skull," in which he demonstrated from the embryologicalresearches of Rathke and others, that after the first step the wholecourse of development in the segments of the skull proceeded ondifferent lines from that of the vertebral column; and that Oken'simaginative theory of the skull as modified vertebrae, logicallycomplete down to a strict parallel between the subsidiary head-bones andthe limbs attached to the spine, outran the facts of a definitestructure common to all vertebrates which he had observed. ("Followingup Rathke, he strove to substitute for the then dominant fantasticdoctrines of the homologies of the cranial elements advocated by Owen,sounder views based on embryological evidence. He exposed the futilityof attempting to regard the skull as a series of segments, in each ofwhich might be recognised all the several parts of a vertebra, andpointed out the errors of trusting to superficial resemblances of shapeand position. He showed, by the history of the development of each,that, though both skull and vertebral column are segmented, the one andthe other, after an early stage, are fashioned on lines so different asto exclude all possibility of regarding the detailed features of each asmere modifications of a type repeated along the axis of the body. 'Thespinal column and the skull start from the same primitive condition,whence they immediately begin to diverge.' 'It may be true to say thatthere is a primitive identity of structure between the spinal orvertebral column and the skull; but it is no more true that the adultskull is a modified vertebral column than it would be to affirm that thevertebral column is modified skull.' This lecture marked an epoch inEngland in vertebrate morphology, and the views enunciated in it carriedforward, if somewhat modified, as they have been, not only by Huxley'ssubsequent researches and by those of his disciples, but especially bythe splendid work of Gegenbauer, are still, in the main, the views ofthe anatomists of to-day."—Sir M. Foster, Royal Society Obituary Noticeof T.H. Huxley.)
With the demolition of Oken's theory fell the superstructure raised byits chief supporter, Owen, "archetype" and all.
It was undoubtedly a bold step to challenge thus openly the man who wasacknowledged as the autocrat of science in Britain. Moreover, though hehad long felt that on his own subjects he was Owen's master, to begin acontroversy was contrary to his deliberate practice. But now he had thechoice of submitting to arbitrary dictation or securing himself fromfurther aggressions by dealing a blow which would weaken the authorityof the aggressor. For the growing antagonism between him and Owen hadcome to a head early in the preceding year, when the latter, takingadvantage of the permission to use the lecture-theatre at Jermyn Streetfor the delivery of a paleontological course, unwarrantably assumed thetitle of Professor of Paleontology at the School of Mines, to theobvious detriment of Huxley's position there. His explanations notsatisfying the council of the School of Mines, Huxley broke off allpersonal intercourse with him.
CHAPTER 1.11.
1857-1858.
Throughout this period his health was greatly tried by the strain of hiswork and life in town. Headache! headache! is his repeated note in theearly part of 1857, and in 1858 we find such entries as:—]
"February 11.—Used up. Hypochondrical and bedevilled."
"Ditto 12."
"13.—Not good for much."
"21.—Toothache, incapable all day."
[And again:—]
"March 30. Voiceless."
"31.—Missed lecture."
[And]
"April 1.—Unable to go out."
[He would come in thoroughly used up after lecturing twice on the sameday, as frequently happened, and lie wearily on one sofa; while hiswife, whose health was wretched, matched him on the other. Yet he wouldgo down to a lecture feeling utterly unable to deliver it, and, oncestarted, would carry it through successfully—at what cost of nervousenergy was known only to those two at home.
But there was another branch of work, that for the Geological Survey,which occasionally took him out of London, and the open-air occupationand tramping from place to place did him no little good. Thus, throughthe greater part of September and October 1856 he ranged the coasts ofthe Bristol Channel from Weston to Clovelly, and from Tenby to Swansea,preparing a "Report on the Recent Changes of Level in the BristolChannel."] "You can't think," [he writes from Braunton on October 3,]"how well I am, so long as I walk eight or ten miles a day and don'twork too much, but I find fifteen or sixteen miles my limit forcomfort."
[For many years after this his favourite mode of recruiting from theresults of a spell of overwork was to take a short walking tour with afriend. In April 1857 he is off for a week to Cromer; in 1860 he goeswith Busk and Hooker for Christmas week to Snowdon; another time he ismanoeuvred off by his wife and friends to Switzerland with Tyndall.
In Switzerland he spent his summer holidays both in 1856 and 1857, inthe latter year examining the glaciers with Tyndall scientifically, aswell as seeking pleasure by the ascent of Mont Blanc. As fruits of thisexcursion were published late in the same year, his "Letter to Mr.Tyndall on the Structure of Glacier Ice" ("Phil. Mag." 14 1857), and thepaper in the "Philosophical Transactions of the Royal Society," whichappeared—much against his will—in the joint names of himself andTyndall. Of these he wrote in 1893 in answer to an inquiry on thesubject:—]
By the Observations on Glaciers I imagine you refer to a short paperpublished in "Phil. Mag." that embodied results of a little bit of workof my own. The Glacier paper in the "Phil. Trans." is essentially and inall respects Professor Tyndall's. He took up glacier work in consequenceof a conversation at my table, and we went out to Switzerland together,and of course talked over the matter a good deal. However, except for myfriend's insistence, I should not have allowed my name to appear asjoint author, and I doubt whether I ought to have yielded. But he is amasterful man and over-generous.
[And in a letter to Hooker he writes:—]
By the way, you really must not associate me with Tyndall and talk aboutOUR theory. My sole merit in the matter (and for that I do take somecredit) is to have set him at work at it, for the only suggestion Imade, namely that the veined structure was analogous to his artificialcleavage phenomena, has turned out to be quite wrong.
Tyndall fairly MADE me put my name to that paper, and would have had itfirst if I would have let him, but if people go on ascribing to me anyshare in his admirable work I shall have to make a public protest. All Iam content to share is the row, if there is to be one.
[The following letters to Hooker and Tyndall touch upon his Swiss tripsof 1856 and 1857:—]
Berne, September 3, 1856.
I send you a line hence, having forgotten to write from Interlaken,whence we departed this morning.
The Weissthor expedition was the most successful thing you can imagine.We reached the Riffelberg in 11 1/2 hours, the first six being thehardest work I ever had in my life in the climbing way, and the lastfive carrying us through the most glorious sight I ever witnessed.During the latter part of the day there was not a cloud on the wholeMonte Rosa range, so you may imagine what the Matterhorn and the rest ofthem looked like from the wide plain of neve just below the Weissthor.It was quite a new sensation, and I would not have missed it for anyamount; and besides this I had an opportunity of examining the neve at avery great height. A regularly stratified section, several hundred feethigh, was exposed on the Cima di Jazi, and I was convinced that theWeissthor would be a capital spot for making observations on the neveand on other correlative matters. There are no difficulties in the wayof getting up to it from the Zermatt side, tough job as it is fromMacugnaga, and we might readily rig a tent under shelter of the ridge.That would lick old Saussure into fits. All the Zermatt guides put theS. Theodul pass far beneath the Weissthor in point of difficulty; andyou may tell Mrs. Hooker that they think the S. Theodul easier than theMonte Moro. The best of the joke was that I lost my way in coming downthe Riffelberg to Zermatt the same evening, so that altogether I had along day of it. The next day I walked from Zermatt to Visp (recoveringBaedeker by the way), but my shoes were so knocked to pieces that I gota blister on my heel. Next day Voiture to Susten, and then over Gemmi toKandersteg, and on Thursday my foot was so queer I was glad to get aretour to Interlaken. I found most interesting and complete evidences ofold moraine deposits all the way down the Leuk valley into the Rhinevalley, and I believe those little hills beyond Susten are old terminalmoraines too. On the other side I followed moraines down to Frutigen,and great masses of glacial gravel with boulders, nearly to the Lake ofThum.
My wife is better, but anything but strong.
Chamounix, August 16, 1857.
My wife sends me intelligence of the good news you were so kind as tocommunicate to her. I need not tell you how rejoiced I am thateverything has gone on well, and that your wife is safe and well. Offerher my warmest congratulations and good wishes. I have made onematrimonial engagement for Noel already, otherwise I would bespeak thehand of the young lady for him.
It has been raining cats and dogs these two days, so that we have beenunable to return to our headquarters at the Montanvert which we left onWednesday for the purpose of going up Mont Blanc. Tyndall (who hasbecome one of the most active and daring mountaineers you ever saw—sothat we have christened him "cat"; and our guide said the other day "Ilva plus fort qu'un mouton. Il faut lui mettre une sonnette") had set hisheart on the performance of this feat (of course with purely scientificobjects), and had equally made up his mind not to pay five and twentypounds sterling for the gratification. So we had one guide and took twoporters in addition as far as the Grande Mulets. He is writing to you,and will tell you himself what happened to those who reached the top—towit, himself, Hirst, and the guide. I found that three days inSwitzerland had not given me my Swiss legs, and consequently I remainedat the Grands Mulets, all alone in my glory, and for some eight hours ina great state of anxiety, for the three did not return for about thatperiod after they were due.
I was there on a pinnacle like St. Simon Stylites, and nearly as dirtyas that worthy saint must have been, but without any of his other claimsto angelic assistance, so that I really did not see, if they had falleninto a crevasse, how I was to help either them or myself. They came backat last, just as it was growing dusk, to my inexpressible relief, andthe next day we came down here—such a set of dirty, sun-burnt,snow-blind wretches as you never saw.
We heartily wished you were with us. What we shall do next I neitherknow nor care, as I have placed myself entirely under CommodoreTyndall's orders; but I suppose we shall be three or four days more atthe Montanvert, and then make the tour of Mont Blanc. I have tied up sixpounds sterling in one end of my purse, and when I have no more thanthat I shall come back. Altogether I don't feel in the least like thefather of a family; no more would you if you were here. The habit ofcarrying a pack, I suppose, makes the "quiver full of arrows" feellight.
115 Esplanade, Deal, September 3, 1857.
My dear Tyndall,
I don't consider myself returned until next Wednesday, when theestablishment of No. 14 will reopen on its accustomed scale ofmagnificence, but I don't mind letting you know I am in the flesh andsafe back.
The tour round Mont Blanc was a decided success; in fact, I had only toregret you were not with me. The grand glacier of the Allee Blanche andthe view of Mont Blanc from the valley of Aosta were alone worth all thetrouble. I had only one wet day, and that I spent on the Brenon Glacier;for, in spite of all good resolutions to the contrary, I cannot resistpoking into the glaciers whenever I have a chance. You will beinterested in my results, which we shall soon, I hope, talk on togetherat length.
As I suspected, Forbes has made a most egregious blunder. What he speaksof and figures as the "structure" of the Brenon is nothing but apeculiar arrangement of ENTIRELY SUPERFICIAL DIRT BANDS, DEPENDENT ONTHE STRUCTURE, BUT NOT IT. The true structure is singularly beautifuland well marked in the Brenon, the blue veins being very close set, andof course wholly invisible from a distance of a hundred yards, which isless than that of the spot whence Forbes' view of the (supposed)structure is taken.
I saw another wonderful thing in La Brenon. About the middle of itslength there is a step like this of about 20 or 30 feet in height. Inthe lower part (B) the structural planes are vertical; in the upper (A)they dip at a considerable angle. I thought I had found a case ofunconformability, indicating a slip of one portion of the glacier overanother, but when I came to examine the intermediate region (X)carefully, I found the structural planes at every intermediate angle,and consequently a perfect transition from the one to the other.
I returned by Aosta, the great St. Bernard, and the Col de Balme. OldSimond was quite affectionate in his discourse about you, and seemedquite unhappy because you would not borrow his money. He had receivedyour remittance, and asked me to tell you so. He was distressed athaving forgotten to get a certificate from you, so I said in mine I wasquite sure you were well satisfied with him.
On our journey he displayed his characteristic qualities, Je ne sais pasbeing the usual answer to any topographical inquiries with a totalabsence of nerve, and a general conviction that distances were verygreat and that the weather would be bad. However, we got on very well,and I was sorry to part with him.
I came home by way of Neuchatel, paying a visit to the Pierre a Bot,which I have long wished to see. My financial calculations were perfectin theory, but nearly broke down in practice, inasmuch as I was twiceobliged to travel first-class when I calculated on second. The resultwas that my personal expenses between Paris and London amounted to1.50!! and I arrived at my own house hungry and with a remainder of afew centimes. I should think that your fate must have been similar.
Many thanks for writing to my wife. She sends her kindest remembrancesto you.
Ever yours,
T.H.H.
[The year 1857 was the last in which Huxley apparently had time to go sofar in journal-writing as to draw up a balance-sheet at the year's endof work done and work undone. Though he finds] "as usual a lamentabledifference between agenda and acta; many things proposed to be done notdone, and many things not thought of finished," [still there is enoughnoted to satisfy most energetic people. Mention has already been made ofhis lectures—sixty-six at Jermyn Street, twelve Fullerian, and as manymore to prepare for the next year's course; seven to working men, andone at the Royal Institution, together with the rearrangement ofspecimens at the Jermyn Street Museum, and the preparation of theExplanatory Catalogue, which this year was published to the extent ofthe Introduction and the Tertiary collections. To these may be addedexaminations at the London University, where he had succeeded Dr.Carpenter as examiner in Physiology and Comparative Anatomy in 1856,reviews, translations, a report on Deep Sea Soundings, and tenscientific memoirs.
The most important of the unfinished work consists of the long-delayed"Oceanic Hydrozoa," the "Manual of Comparative Anatomy," and a report onFisheries. The rest of the unfinished programme shows the usualcommixture of technical studies in anatomy and paleontology, with essayson the philosophical and educational bearings of his work. On the onehand are memoirs of Daphnia, Nautilus, and the Herring, the affinitiesof the Paleozoic Crustacea, the Ascidian Catalogue and PositiveHistology; on the other, the Literature of the Drift, a review of thepresent state of philosophical anatomy, and a scheme for arranging theExplanatory Catalogue to serve as an introductory textbook to the JermynStreet lectures and the paleontological demonstrations. Here, too, wouldfall a proposed "Letter on the Study of Comparative Anatomy," to do forthose subjects what Henslow had done in his "Letter" for Botany.
In addition to the fact of his being forced to take up Paleontology, itwas perhaps the philosophic breadth of view with which he regarded hissubject at any time, and the desire of getting to the bottom of eachsubsidiary problem arising from it, that made him for many years seemconstantly to spring aside from his own subject, to fly off at a tangentfrom the line in which he was assured of unrivalled success did he butdevote to it his undivided powers. But he was prepared to endure thecharge of desultoriness with equanimity. In part, he was still studyingthe whole field of biological science before he would claim to be amaster in one department; in part, he could not yet tell to what post hemight succeed when he left—as he fully expected to leave—theProfessorship at Jermyn Street.
One characteristic of his early papers should not pass unnoticed. Thiswas his familiarity with the best that had been written on his subjectsabroad as well as in England. Thoroughness in this respect was renderedeasier by the fact that he read French and German with almost as muchfacility as his mother tongue. "It is true, of course, that scientificmen read French and German before the time of Huxley; but the deliberateconsultation of all the authorities available has been maintained inhistorical succession since Huxley's earliest papers, and was absent inthe papers of his early contemporaries." (P. Chalmers Mitchell in"Natural Science" August 1895.)
About this time his activity in several branches of science began tofind recognition from scientific societies at home and abroad. In 1857he was elected honorary member of the Microscopical Society of Giessen;and in the same year, of a more important body, the Academy of Breslau(Imperialis Academia Caesariana Naturae Curiosum). He writes toHooker:—]
14 Waverley Place, April 3, 1857.
Having subsided from standing upon my head—which was the immediatecausation of your correspondence about the co-extension ImperialisAcademia Caesariana Naturae Curiosum (don't I know their thundering longtitle well!)—I have to say that I was born on the 4th of May of theyear 1825, whereby I have now more or less mis-spent thirty-one yearsand a bittock, nigh on thirty-two.
Furthermore, my locus natalis is Ealing, in the county of Middlesex.Upon my word, it is very obliging of the "curious naturals," and I mustsay wholly surprising and unexpected.
I shall hold up my head immensely to-morrow when (blessed be the Lord) Igive my last Fullerian.
Among other things, I am going to take Cuvier's crack case of the
'Possum of Montmartre as an illustration of MY views.
I wondered what had become of you, but the people have come talkingabout me this last lecture or two, so I supposed you had erupted to Kew.
My glacier article is out; tell me what you think of it some day.
I wrote a civil note to Forbes yesterday, charging myself with my crime,and I hope that is the end of the business. [Principal James Forbes,with whose theory of glaciers Huxley and Tyndall disagreed.]
My wife is mending slowly, and if she were here would desire to beremembered to you.
[In December 1858 he became a Fellow of the Linnean, and the followingmonth not only Fellow but Secretary of the Geological Society.
In 1858 also he was elected to the Athenaeum Club under Rule 2, whichprovides that the committee shall yearly elect a limited number ofpersons distinguished in art, science, or letters. His proposer was SirR. Murchison, who wrote:—
Athenaeum, January 26.
My dear Huxley,
I had a success as to you that I never had or heard of before. Nineteenpersons voted, and of these eighteen voted for you and no one againstyou. You, of course, came in at the head of the poll; no other having,i.e. Cobden, more than eleven.
Yours well satisfied,
Rod. I. Murchison.
[From this time forth he corresponded with many foreign men of science;in these years particularly with Victor Carus, Lacaze Duthiers,Kolliker, and de Quatrefages, in reference to their common interest inthe study of the invertebrates.
At home, the year 1857 opened very brightly for Huxley with the birth ofhis first child, a son, on the eve of the New Year. A Christmas child,the boy was named Noel, and lived four happy years to be the verysunshine of home, the object of passionate devotion, whose sudden lossstruck deeper and more ineffaceably than any other blow that befellHuxley during all his life.
As he sat alone that December night, in the little room that was hisstudy in the house in Waverley Place, waiting for the event that was tobring him so much happiness and so much sorrow, he made a last entry inhis journal, full of hope and resolution. In the blank space belowfollows a note of four years later, when "the ground seemed cut fromunder his feet," yet written with restraint and without bitterness.]
December 31, 1856.
…1856-7-8 must still be "Lehrjahre" to complete training in principlesof Histology, Morphology, Physiology, Zoology, and Geology byMonographic Work in each department. 1860 will then see me well groundedand ready for any special pursuits in either of these branches.
It is impossible to map out beforehand how this must be done. I mustseize opportunities as they come, at the risk of the reputation ofdesultoriness.
In 1860 I may fairly look forward to fifteen or twenty years"Meisterjahre," and with the comprehensive views my training will havegiven me, I think it will be possible in that time to give a new andhealthier direction to all Biological Science.
To smite all humbugs, however big; to give a nobler tone to science; toset an example of abstinence from petty personal controversies, and oftoleration for everything but lying; to be indifferent as to whether thework is recognised as mine or not, so long as it is done:—are these myaims? 1860 will show.
Willst du dir ein hubsch Leben zimmern,
Musst dich ans Vergangene nicht bekummern;
Und ware dir auch was Verloren,
Musst immer thun wie neugeboren.
Was jeder Tag will, sollst du fragen;
Was jeder Tag will, wird er sagen.
Musst dich an eigenem Thun ergotzen;
Was andere thun, das wirst du schatzen.
Besonders keinen Menschen hassen
Und das Ubrige Gott uberlassen.
[Wilt shape a noble life? Then cast
No backward glances to the past.
And what if something still be lost?
Act as new-born in all thou dost.
What each day wills, that shalt thou ask;
Each day will tell its proper task;
What others do, that shalt thou prize,
In thine own work thy guerdon lies.
This above all: hate none.
The rest—Leave it to God.
He knoweth best.]
Half-past ten at night.
Waiting for my child. I seem to fancy it the pledge that all thesethings shall be.
Born five minutes before twelve. Thank God. New Year's Day, 1857.
September 20, 1860.
And the same child, our Noel, our first-born, after being for nearlyfour years our delight and our joy, was carried off by scarlet fever inforty-eight hours. This day week he and I had a great romp together. OnFriday his restless head, with its bright blue eyes and tangled goldenhair, tossed all day upon his pillow. On Saturday night the fifteenth, Icarried him here into my study, and laid his cold still body here whereI write. Here too on Sunday night came his mother and I to that holyleave-taking.
My boy is gone, but in a higher and better sense than was in my mindwhen I wrote four years ago what stands above—I feel that my fancy hasbeen fulfilled. I say heartily and without bitterness—Amen, so let itbe.
CHAPTER 1.12.
1859-1860.
[The programme laid down in 1857 was steadily carried out through a
great part of 1859. Huxley published nine monographs, chiefly on fossil
Reptilia, in the proceedings of the Geological Society and of the
Geological Survey, one on the armour of crocodiles at the Linnean, and
"Observations on the Development of some Parts of the Skeleton of
Fishes," in the "Journal of Microscopical Science."
Among the former was a paper on Stagonolepis, a creature from the Elginbeds, which had previously been ranked among the fishes. From some newremains, which he worked out of the stone with his own hands, Huxleymade out that this was a reptile closely allied to the Crocodiles; andfrom this and the affinities of another fossil, Hyperodapedon, fromneighbouring beds, determined the geological age to which the Elgin bedsbelonged. A good deal turned upon the nature of the scales from the backand belly of this animal, and a careful comparison with the scales ofmodern crocodiles—a subject till then little investigated—led to thepaper at the Linnean already mentioned.
The paper on fish development was mainly based upon dissections of theyoung of the stickleback. Fishes had been divided into two classesaccording as their tails are developed evenly on either side of the lineof the spine, which was supposed to continue straight through the centreof the tail, or lopsided, with one tail fin larger than the other. Thisinvestigation showed that the apparently even development was only anextreme case of lopsidedness, the continuation of the "chorda," whichgives rise to the spine, being at the top of the upper fin, and bothfins being developed on the same side of it. Lopsidedness as such,therefore, was not to be regarded as an embryological character inancient fishes; what might be regarded as such was the absence of a bonysheath to the end of the "chorda" found in the more developed fishes.Further traces of this bony structure were shown to exist, among otherpiscine resemblances, in the Amphibia. Finally the embryological factsnow observed in the development of the bones of the skull were of greatimportance,] "as they enable us to understand, on the one hand, thedifferent modifications of the palato-suspensorial apparatus in fishes,and on the other hand the relations of the components of this apparatusto the corresponding parts in other Vertebrata," [fishes, reptiles, andmammals presenting a well-marked series of gradations in respect to thispoint.
This part of the paper had grown out of the investigations begun for theessay on the Vertebrate Skull, just as that on Jacare and Caiman frominquiry into the scales of Stagonolepis.
Thus he was still able to devote most of his time to original research.But though in his letter of March 27, 1855, below, he says,] "I neverwrite for the Reviews now, as original work is much more to my taste,"[it appears from jottings in his 1859 notebook, such as "Whewell's'History of Scientific Ideas,' as a Peg on which to hang Cuvierarticle," [that he again found it necessary to supplement his income bywriting. He was still examiner at London University, and delivered sixlectures on Animal Motion at the London Institution and another atWarwick. This lecture he had offered to give at the Warwick Museum assome recognition of the willing help he had received from the assistantswhen he came down to examine certain fossils there. On the way hevisited Rolleston at Oxford. The knowledge of Oxford life gained fromthis and a later visit led him to write:—]
The more I see of the place the more glad I am that I elected to stay inLondon. I see much to admire and like; but I am more and more convincedthat it would not suit me as a residence.
[Two more important points remain to be mentioned among the occupationsof the year. In January Huxley was elected Secretary of the GeologicalSociety, and with this office began a form of administrative work in thescientific world which ceased only with his resignation of thePresidency of the Royal Society in 1885.
Part of the summer Huxley spent in the North. On August 3 he went toLamlash Bay in Arran. Here Dr. Carpenter had, in 1855, discovered aconvenient cottage on Holy Island—the only one, indeed, on theisland—well suited for naturalists; the bay was calm and suitable bothfor the dredge and for keeping up a vivarium. He proposed that eitherthe Survey should rent the whole island at a cost of some 50 poundssterling, or, failing this, that he would take the cottage himself, ifHuxley would join him for two or three seasons and share the expense.Huxley laid the plan before Sir R. Murchison, the head of the Survey,who consented to try the plan for a course of years, during three monthsin each year. "But," [he added,] "keep it experimental; for there are noUSEFUL fisheries such as delight Lord Stanley." [Here, then, with anascent of Goatfell for variety on the 21st, a month was passed intrawling, and experiments on the spawning of the herring appear to havebeen continued for him during the winter in Bute.
On the 29th Huxley left Lamlash for a trip through central and southernScotland, continuing his geological work for the Survey; and wound up byattending the meeting of the British Association at Aberdeen, leavinghis wife and the three children at Aberdour, on the Fifeshire coast.
From Aberdeen, where Prince Albert was President of the Association,
Huxley writes on September 15:—]
Owen's brief address on giving up the presidential chair was exceedinglygood…I shall be worked like a horse here. There are all sorts of newmaterials from Elgin, besides other things, and I daresay I shall haveto speak frequently. In point of attendance and money this is the bestmeeting the Association ever had. In point of science, we shallsee…Tyndall has accepted the Physical chair with us, at which I amgreatly delighted.
[In this connection the following letter to Tyndall is interesting:—]
Aberdour, Fife, N. B., September 5, 1859.
My dear Tyndall,
I met Faraday on Loch Lomond yesterday, and learned from him that youhad returned, whereby you are a great sinner for not having written tome. Faraday told me you were all sound, wind and limb, and had carriedout your object, which was good to hear.
Have you had any letter from Sir Roderick? If not, pray call in JermynStreet and see Reeks as soon as possible. [Mr. Trenham Reeks, who diedin 1879, was Registrar of the School of Mines, and Curator and Librarianof the Museum of Practical Geology.]
The thing I have been hoping for for years past has come about,—Stokeshaving resigned the Physical Chair in our place, in consequence of hisappointment to the Cambridge University Commission. This unfortunatelyoccurred only after our last meeting for the session, and after I hadleft town, but Reeks wrote to me about it at once. I replied as soon asI received his letter, and told him that I would take upon myself theresponsibility of saying that you would accept the chair if it wereoffered you. I thought I was justified in this by various conversationswe have had; and, at any rate, I felt sure that it was better that Ishould get into a mess than that you should lose the chance.
I know that Sir Roderick has written to you, but I imagine the letterhas gone to Chamounix, so pray put yourself into communication withReeks at once.
You know very well that the having you with us at Jermyn Street is aproject that has long been dear to my heart, partly on your own account,but largely for the interest of the school. I earnestly hope that thereis no impediment in the way of your coming to us. How I am mindedtowards you, you ought to know by this time; but I can assure you thatall the rest of us will receive you with open arms. Of that I am quitesure.
Let me have a line to know your determination. I am on tenterhooks tillthe thing is settled.
Can't you come up this way as you go to Aberdeen?
Ever yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
P.S.—I thought I might mention the Jermyn Street matter to Faradayprivately, and did so. He seemed pleased that the offer had been made.
[The acceptance of the lectureship at the School of Mines broughtTyndall into the closest contact with Huxley for the next nine years,until he resigned his lectureship in 1868 on succeeding Faraday assuperintendent of the Royal Institution.
On September 17 he writes:—]
Yesterday Owen and I foregathered in Section D. He read a very good andimportant paper, and I got up afterwards and spoke exactly as I thoughtabout it, and praising many parts of it strongly. In his reply he wasunco civil and complimentary, so that the people who had come in hopesof a row were (as I intended they should be) disappointed.
[A number of miscellaneous letters of this period are here groupedtogether.]
14 Waverley Place, January 30, 1858.
My dear Hooker,
…I wish you wouldn't be apologetic about criticism from people whohave a right to criticise. I always look upon any criticism as acompliment, not but what the old Adam in T.H.H. WILL arise and fightvigorously against all impugnment, and irrespective of all odds in theway of authority, but that is the way of the beast.
Why I value your and Tyndall's and Darwin's friendship so much is, amongother things, that you all pitch into me when necessary. You may dependupon it, however blue I may look when in the wrong, it's wrath withmyself and nobody else.
[To his sister.]
The Government School of Mines, Jermyn Street, March 27, 1858.
My dearest Lizzie,
It is a month since your very welcome letter reached me. I had everyinclination and every intention to answer it at once, but the wear andtear of incessant occupation (for your letter arrived in the midst of mybusiest time) has, I will not say deprived me of the leisure, but ofthat tone of mind which one wants for writing a long letter. I fullyunderstand—no one should be better able to comprehend—how the samecauses may operate on you, but do not be silent so long again; it is badfor both of us. I have loved but few people in my life, and am notlikely to care for any more unless it be my children. I desire thereforerather to knit more firmly than to loosen the old ties, and of thesewhich is older or stronger than ours? Don't let us drift asunder again.
Your letter came just after the birth of my second child, a little girl.I registered her to-day in the style and title of Jessie Oriana Huxley.The second name is a family name of my wife's and not, as you mightsuppose, taken from Tennyson. You will know why my wife and I chose thefirst. We could not make you a godmother, as my wife's mother is one,and a friend of ours had long since applied for the other vacancy, butperhaps this is a better tie than that meaningless formality. My littleson is fifteen months old; a fair-haired, blue-eyed, stout littleTrojan, very like his mother. He looks out on the world with boldconfident eyes and open brow, as if he were its master. We shall try tomake him a better man than his father. As for the little one, I am toldshe is pretty, and slavishly admit the fact in the presence of motherand nurse, but between ourselves I don't see it. To my carnal eyes hernose is the image of mine, and you know what that means. For thoughwandering up and down the world and work have begun to sow a littlesilver in my hair, they have by no means softened the outlines of thatremarkable feature.
You want to know what I am and where I am—well, here's a list oftitles. T.H.H., Professor of Natural History, Government School ofMines, Jermyn Street; Naturalist to the Geological Survey; Curator ofthe Paleontological collections (NON-OFFICIAL maid-of-all-work inNatural Science to the Government); Examiner in Physiology andComparative Anatomy to the University of London; Fullerian Professor ofPhysiology to the Royal Institution (but that's just over); F.R.S.,F.G.S., etc. Member of a lot of Societies and Clubs, all of which costhim a mint of money. Considered a rising man and not a bad fellow by hisfriends—per contra greatly over-estimated and a bitter savage critic byhis enemies. Perhaps they are both right. I have a high standard ofexcellence and am no respecter of persons, and I am afraid I show thelatter peculiarity rather too much. An internecine feud rages betweenOwen and myself (more's the pity) partly on this account, partly fromother causes.
This is the account any third person would give you of what I am and ofwhat I am doing. He would probably add that I was very ambitious anddesirous of occupying a high place in the world's estimation. Therein,however, he would be mistaken. An income sufficient to place me abovecare and anxiety, and free scope to work, are the only things I haveever wished for or striven for. But one is obliged to toil long and hardfor these, and it is only now that they are coming within my grasp. Igave up the idea of going to Edinburgh because I doubted whether leavingLondon was wise. Recently I have been tempted to put up for a goodphysiological chair which is to be established at Oxford; but theGovernment propose to improve my position at the School of Mines, andthere is every probability that I shall now permanently remain inLondon. Indeed, it is high time that I should settle down to one line ofwork. Hitherto, as you see by the somewhat varied list of my duties,etc., above, I have been ranging over different parts of a very widefield. But this apparent desultoriness has been necessary, for I knewnot for what branch of science I should eventually have to declaremyself. There are very few appointments open to men of science in thiscountry, and one must take what one can get and be thankful.
My health was very bad some years ago, and I had great fear of becominga confirmed dyspeptic, but thanks to the pedestrian tours in the Alps Ihave taken for the past two years, I am wonderfully better this session,and feel capable of any amount of work. It was in the course of one ofthese trips that I went, as you have rightly heard, half way up MontBlanc. But I was not in training and stuck at the Grands Mulets, whilemy three companions went on. I spent seventeen hours alone on that grandpinnacle, the latter part of the time in great anxiety, for I feared myfriends were lost; and as I had no guide my own neck would have been inconsiderable jeopardy in endeavouring to return amidst the maze ofcrevasses of the Glacier des Bois. But it was glorious weather and thegrandest scenery in the world. In the previous year I saw much of theBernese and Monte Rosa country, journeying with a great friend of minewell known as a natural philosopher, Tyndall, and partly seeking healthand partly exploring the glaciers. You will find an article of mine onthat subject in the "Westminster Review" for 1857.
I used at one time to write a good deal for that Review, principally theQuarterly notice of scientific books. But I never write for the Reviewsnow, as original work is much more to my taste. The articles you referto are not mine, as, indeed, you rightly divined. The only considerablebook I have translated is Kolliker's Histology—in conjunction with Mr.Busk, an old friend of mine. All translation and article writing isweary work, and I never do it except for filthy lucre. Lecturing I donot like much better; though one way or another I have to give aboutsixty or seventy a year.
Now then, I think that is enough about my "Ich." You shall have aphotographic image of him and my wife and child as soon as I can findtime to have them done…
1 Eldon Place, Broadstairs, September 5, 1858.
My dear Hooker,
I am glad Mrs. Hooker has found rest for the sole of her foot. Ireturned her Tyndall's letter yesterday.
Wallace's impetus seems to have set Darwin going in earnest, and I amrejoiced to hear we shall learn his views in full, at last. I lookforward to a great revolution being effected. Depend upon it, in naturalhistory, as in everything else, when the English mind fully determinesto work a thing out, it will do it better than any other.
I firmly believe in the advent of an English epoch in science and art,which will lick the Augustan (which, by the bye, had neither science norart in our sense, but you know what I mean) into fits. So hooray, in thefirst place, for the Genera plantarum. I can quite understand the needof a new one, and I am right glad you have undertaken it. It seems to meto be in all respects the sort of work for you, and exactly adapted toyour environment at Kew. I remember you mentioned to me some time agothat you were thinking of it.
I wish I could even hope that such a thing would be even attempted inthe course of this generation for animals.
But with animal morphology in the state in which it is now, we have noterminology that will stand, and consequently concise and comparabledefinitions are in many cases impossible.
If old Dom. Gray [John Edward Gray (1800-1875) appointed Keeper of theZoological Collections in the British Museum in 1840.) were but anintelligent activity instead of being a sort of zoological whirlwind,what a deal he might do. And I am hopeless of Owen's comprehending whatclassification means since the publication of the wonderful scheme whichadorns the last edition of his lectures.
As you say, I have found this a great place for "work of price." I havefinished the "Oceanic Hydrozoa" all but the bookwork, for which I musthave access to the B. M. Library—but another week will do him. My notesare from eight to twelve years old, and really I often have felt likethe editor of somebody else's posthumous work.
Just now I am busy over the "Croonian," which must be done before Ireturn. I have been pulling at all the arguments as a spider does at histhreads, and I think they are all strong. If so the thing will do somegood.
I am perplexed about the N. H. Collections. The best thing, I firmlybelieve, would be for the Economic Zoology and a set of well selectedtypes to go to Kensington, but I should be sorry to see the scientificcollection placed under any such auspices as those which govern the"Bilers." I don't believe the clay soil of the Regent's Park wouldmatter a fraction—and to have a grand scientific zoological andpaleontological collection for working purposes close to the Gardenswhere the living beasts are, would be a grand thing. I should not wonderif the affair is greatly discussed at the B. A. at Leeds, and then,perhaps, light will arise.
Have you seen that madcap Tyndall's letter in the "Times?" He'll breakhis blessed neck some day, and that will be a great hole in theefficiency of my scientific young England. We mean to return nextSaturday, and somewhere about the 16th of 17th I shall go down to York,where I want to study Plesiosaurs. I shall return after the BritishAssociation. The interesting question arises, Shall I have a row withthe Great O. there? What a capital title that is they give him of theBRITISH Cuvier. He stands in exactly the same relation to the French asBritish brandy to cognac.
Ever yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
Am I to send the "Gardener's Chronicle" on, and where? please. I havemislaid the address.
Jermyn Street, October 25, 1858.
My dear Spencer,
I read your article on the "Archetype" the other day with great delight,particularly the phrase which puts the Owenian and Cummingianinterpolations on the same footing. It is rayther strong, but quitejust.
I do not remember a word to object to, but I think I could havestrengthened your argument in one or two places. Having eaten the food,will you let me have back the dish? I am winding up the "Croonian," andwant "L'Archetype" to refer to. So if you can let me have it I shall beobliged. When do you return?
Ever yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
14 Waverley Place, January 1, 1859.
My dearest Lizzie,
If intentions were only acts, the quantity of letter paper covered withmy scrawl which you should have had by this time should have beensomething wonderful. But I live at high pressure, with always a numberof things crying out to be done, and those that are nearest and callloudest get done, while the others, too often, don't. However, this dayshall not go by without my wishing you all happiness in the new year,and that wish you know necessarily includes all belonging to you, and mylove to them.
I have been long wanting to send you the photographs of myself, wife,and boy, but one reason or other (Nettie's incessant ill-health being, Iam sorry to say, the chief) has incessantly delayed the procuring of thelast. However, at length, we have obtained a tolerably successful one,though you must not suppose that Noel has the rather washed out look ofhis portrait. That comes of his fair hair and blue gray eyes—for themonkey is like his mother and has not an atom of resemblance to me.
He was two years old yesterday, and is the apple of his father's eye andchief deity of his mother's pantheon, which at present contains only agod and goddess. Another is expected shortly, however, so that there isno fear of Olympus looking empty.
…Here is the 26th of January and no letter gone yet…Since I beganthis letter I have been very busy with lectures and other sorts of work,and besides, my whole household almost has been ill—chicks withwhooping cough, mother with influenza, a servant ditto. I don't knowwhether you have such things in Tennessee.
Let me see what has happened to me that will interest you since I lastwrote. Did I tell you that I have finally made up my mind to stop inLondon—the Government having made it worth my while to continue inJermyn Street? They give me 600 pounds sterling a year now, with agradual rise up to 800 pounds sterling, which I reckon as just enough tolive on if one keeps very quiet. However, it is the greatest possibleblessing to be paid at last, and to be free from all the abominableanxieties which attend a fluctuating income. I can tell you I have had asufficiently hard fight of it.
When Nettie and I were young fools we agreed we would marry whenever wehad 200 pounds sterling a year. Well, we have had more than twice thatto begin upon, and how it is we have kept out of the Bench is a mysteryto me. But we HAVE, and I am inclined to think that the Missus has got aprivate hoard (out of the puddings) for Noel.
I shall leave Nettie to finish this rambling letter. In the meanwhile,my best love to you and yours, and mind you are a better correspondentthan your affectionate brother,
Tom.
[To Professor Leuckart.]
The Government School of Mines, Jermyn Street, London, January 30, 1859.
My dear Sir,
Our mutual friend, Dr. Harley, informs me that you have expressed a wishto become possessed of a separate copy of my lectures, published in the"Medical Times." I greatly regret that I have not one to send you. Thepublisher only gave me half a dozen separate copies of the numbers ofthe journal in which the Lectures appeared. Of these I sent one toJohannes Muller and one to Professor Victor Carus, and the rest went toother friends.
I am sorry to say that a mere fragment of what I originally intended tohave published has appeared, the series having been concluded when Ireached the end of the Crustacea. To say truth, the Lectures were notfitted for the journal in which they appeared.
I did not know that anyone in Germany had noticed them until I receivedthe copy of your "Bericht" for 1856, which you were kind enough to sendme. I owe you many thanks for the manner in which you speak of them, andI assure you it was a source of great pleasure and encouragement to meto find so competent a judge as yourself appreciating and sympathisingwith my objects.
Particular branches of zoology have been cultivated in this country withgreat success, as you are well aware, but ten years ago I do not believethat there were half a dozen of my countrymen who had the slightestcomprehension of morphology, and of what you and I should call"Wissenschaftliche Zoologie."
Those who thought about the matter at all took Owen's osteologicalextravaganzas for the ne plus ultra of morphological speculation.
I learned the meaning of Morphology and the value of development as thecriterion of morphological views—first, from the study of the Hydrozoaduring a long voyage, and secondly, from the writings of Von Baer. Ihave done my best, both by precept and practice, to inaugurate bettermethods and a better spirit than had long prevailed. Others have takenthe same views, and I confidently hope that a new epoch for zoology isdawning among us. I do not claim for myself any great share in the goodwork, but I have not flinched when there was anything to be done.
Under these circumstances you will imagine that it was very pleasant tofind on your side a recognition of what I was about.
I sent you, through the booksellers, some time ago a copy of my memoiron Aphis. I find from Moleschott's "Untersuchungen" that you must havebeen working at this subject contemporaneously with myself, and it wasvery satisfactory to find so close a concordance in essentials betweenour results. Your memoirs are extremely interesting, and to some extentanticipated results at which my friend, Mr. Lubbock [The present SirJohn Lubbock, M.P.] (a very competent worker, with whose paper onDaphnia you are doubtless acquainted), had arrived.
I should be very glad to know what you think of my views of thecomposition of the articulate head.
I have been greatly interested also in your Memoir on Pentastomum. Therecan be no difficulty about getting a notice of it in our journals, and,indeed, I will see to it myself. Pray do me the favour to let me knowwhenever I can serve you in this or other ways.
I shall do myself the pleasure of forwarding to you immediately, throughthe booksellers, a lecture of mine on the Theory of the VertebrateSkull, which is just published, and also a little paper on thedevelopment of the tail in fishes.
I am sorry to say that I have but little time for working at thesematters now, as my position at the School of Mines obliges me to confinemyself more and more to Paleontology.
However, I keep to the anatomical side of that sort of work, and so, nowand then, I hope to emerge from amidst the fossils with a bit of recentanatomy.
Just at present, by the way, I am giving my disposable hours to thecompletion of a monograph on the Calycophoridae and Physophoridaeobserved during my voyage. The book ought to have been published eightyears ago. But for three years I could get no money from the Government,and in the meanwhile you and Kolliker, Gegenbaur and Vogt, went to theshores of the Mediterranean and made sad havoc with my novelties. Thencame occupations consequent on my appointment to the chair I now hold;and it was only last autumn that I had leisure to take up the subjectagain.
However, the plates, which I hope you will see in a few months have,with two exceptions, been engraved five years.
Pray make my remembrances to Dr. Eckhard. I was sorry not to have seenhim again in London.
Ever, my dear Sir, very faithfully yours,
T.H. Huxley.
Professor Leuckart.
[At this time Sir J. Hooker was writing, as an introduction to his"Flora of Tasmania," his essay on the "Flora of Australia," published in1859—a book which owed its form to the influence of Darwin, and inreturn lent weighty support to evolutionary theory from the botanicalside. He sent his proofs for Huxley to read.
14 Waverley Place, N.W., April 22, 1859.
My dear Hooker,
I have read your proofs with a great deal of attention and interest. Iwas greatly struck with the suggestions in the first page, and theexposure of the fallacy "that cultivated forms recur to wild types ifleft alone" is new to me and seems of vast importance.
The argument brought forward in the note is very striking and as simpleas the egg of Columbus, when one sees it. I have marked one or twopassages which are not quite clear to me…
I have been accused of writing papers composed of nothing but heads ofchapters, and I think you tend the same way. Please take the trouble tomake the two lines I have scored into a paragraph, so that poor devilswho are not quite so well up in the subject as yourself may not have torack their brains for an hour to supply all the links of your chain ofargument…
You see that I am in a carping humour, but the matter of the essaysseems to me to be so very valuable that I am jealous of the manner ofit.
I had a long visit from Greene of Cork yesterday. He is very Irish, butvery intelligent and well-informed, and I am in hopes he will do goodservice. He is writing a little book on the Protozoa, which (so far as Ihave glanced over the proof sheets as yet) seems to show a veryphilosophical turn of mind. It is very satisfactory to find the ideasone has been fighting for beginning to take root.
I do not suppose my own personal contributions to science will ever beanything very grand, but I shall be well content if I have reason tobelieve that I have done something to stir up others.
Ever yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
[To the same:—]
April, 1859.
My dear Hooker,
…I pity you—as for the MSS. it is one of those cases for whichpenances were originally devised. What do you say to standing on yourhead in the garden for one hour per diem for the next week? It would bea relief…
I suppose you will be at the Phil. Club next Monday. In the meanwhiledon't let all the flesh be worried off your bones (there isn't much asit is).
Ever yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
14 Waverley Place, July 29, 1859.
My dear Hooker,
I meant to have written to you yesterday, but things put it out of myhead. If there is to be any fund raised at all, I am quite of your mindthat it should be a scientific fund and not a mere naturalists' fund.Sectarianism in such matters is ridiculous, and besides that, in thisparticular case it is bad policy. For the word "Naturalist"unfortunately includes a far lower order of men than chemist, physicist,or mathematician. You don't call a man a mathematician because he hasspent his life in getting as far as quadratics; but every fool who canmake bad species and worse genera is a "Naturalist"!—save the mark!Imagine the chemists petitioning the Crown for a Pension for P— if hewanted one! and yet he really is a philosopher compared to poor dearA—.
"Naturalists" therefore are far more likely to want help than any otherclass of scientific men, and they would be greatly damaging their owninterests if they formed an exclusive fund for themselves.
Ever yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
CHAPTER 1.13.
1859.
[In November 1859 the "Origin of Species" was published, and a newdirection was given to Huxley's activities. Ever since Darwin andWallace had made their joint communication to the Linnean Society in thepreceding July, expectation had been rife as to the forthcoming book.Huxley was one of the few privileged to learn Darwin's argument beforeit was given to the world; but the greatness of the book, mereinstalment as it was of the long accumulated mass of notes, almost tookhim by surprise. Before this time, he had taken up a thoroughly agnosticattitude with regard to the species question, for he could not acceptthe creational theory, yet sought in vain among the transmutationistsfor any cause adequate to produce transmutation. He had had many talkswith Darwin, and though ready enough to accept the main point,maintained such a critical attitude on many others, that Darwin was notby any means certain of the effect the published book would produce uponhim. Indeed, in his 1857 notebook, I find jotted down under the head ofhis paper on Pygocephalus (read at the Geological Society),]"anti-progressive confession of faith." [Darwin was the more anxious,as, when he first put pen to paper, he had fixed in his mind threejudges, by whose decision he determined mentally to abide. These threewere Lyell, Hooker, and Huxley. If these three came round, partlythrough the book, partly through their own reflections, he could feelthat the subject was safe. "No one," writes Darwin on November 13, "hasread it, except Lyell, with whom I have had much correspondence. Hookerthinks him a complete convert, but he does not seem so in his letters tome; but is evidently deeply interested in the subject." And again: "Ithink I told you before that Hooker is a complete convert. If I canconvert Huxley I shall be content." ("Life" volume 2 page 221.)
On all three, the effect of the book itself, with its detailed argumentsand overwhelming array of evidence, was far greater than that ofprevious discussions. With one or two reservations as to the logicalcompleteness of the theory, Huxley accepted it as a well-founded workinghypothesis, calculated to explain problems otherwise inexplicable.
Two extracts from the chapter he contributed to the "Life of Darwin"show very clearly his attitude of mind when the "Origin of Species" wasfirst published:—]
Extract from "The Reception of the 'Origin of Species'" in "Life and
Letters of Charles Darwin" volume 2 pages 187-90 and 195-97.
I think I must have read the "Vestiges" before I left England in 1846;but, if I did, the book made very little impression upon me, and I wasnot brought into serious contact with the "Species" question until after1850. At that time, I had long done with the Pentateuchal cosmogony,which had been impressed upon my childish understanding as Divine truth,with all the authority of parents and instructors, and from which it hadcost me many a struggle to get free. But my mind was unbiassed inrespect of any doctrine which presented itself, if it professed to bebased on purely philosophical and scientific reasoning. It seemed to methen (as it does now) that "creation," in the ordinary sense of theword, is perfectly conceivable. I find no difficulty in conceiving that,at some former period, this universe was not in existence; and that itmade its appearance in six days (or instantaneously, if that ispreferred), in consequence of the volition of some pre-existing Being.Then, as now, the so-called a priori arguments against Theism; and,given a Deity, against the possibility of creative acts, appeared to meto be devoid of reasonable foundation. I had not then, and I have notnow, the smallest a priori objection to raise to the account of thecreation of animals and plants given in "Paradise Lost," in which Miltonso vividly embodies the natural sense of Genesis. Far be it from me tosay that it is untrue because it is impossible. I confine myself to whatmust be regarded as a modest and reasonable request for some particle ofevidence that the existing species of animals and plants did originatein that way, as a condition of my belief in a statement which appears tome to be highly improbable.
And, by way of being perfectly fair, I had exactly the same answer togive to the evolutionists of 1851-8. Within the ranks of the biologists,at that time, I met with nobody, except Dr. Grant of University College,who had a word to say for Evolution—and his advocacy was not calculatedto advance the cause. Outside these ranks, the only person known to mewhose knowledge and capacity compelled respect, and who was, at the sametime, a thorough-going evolutionist, was Mr. Herbert Spencer, whoseacquaintance I made, I think, in 1852, and then entered into the bondsof a friendship which, I am happy to think, has known no interruption.Many and prolonged were the battles we fought on this topic. But even myfriend's rare dialectic skill and copiousness of apt illustration couldnot drive me from my agnostic position. I took my stand upon twogrounds:—Firstly, that up to that time, the evidence in favour oftransmutation was wholly insufficient; and secondly, that no suggestionrespecting the causes of transmutation assumed, which had been made, wasin any way adequate to explain the phenomena. Looking back at the stateof knowledge at that time, I really do not see that any other conclusionwas justifiable.
In those days I had never even heard of Treviranus' "Biologie." However,I had studied Lamarck attentively and I had read the "Vestiges" with duecare; but neither of them afforded me any good ground for changing mynegative and critical attitude. As for the "Vestiges," I confess thatthe book simply irritated me by the prodigious ignorance and thoroughlyunscientific habit of mind manifested by the writer. If it had anyinfluence on me at all, it set me against Evolution; and the only reviewI ever have qualms of conscience about, on the ground of needlesssavagery, is one I wrote on the "Vestiges" while under that influence…
But, by a curious irony of fate, the same influence which led me to putas little faith in modern speculations on this subject as in thevenerable traditions recorded in the first two chapters of Genesis, wasperhaps more potent than any other in keeping alive a sort of piousconviction that Evolution, after all, would turn out true. I haverecently read afresh the first edition of the "Principles of Geology";and when I consider that this remarkable book had been nearly thirtyyears in everybody's hands, and that it brings home to any reader ofordinary intelligence a great principle and a great fact,—the principlethat the past must be explained by the present, unless good cause beshown to the contrary; and the fact that so far as our knowledge of thepast history of life on our globe goes, no such cause can be shown—Icannot but believe that Lyell, for others, as for myself, was the chiefagent in smoothing the road for Darwin. For consistent uniformitarianismpostulates Evolution as much in the organic as in the inorganic world.The origin of a new species by other than ordinary agencies would be avastly greater "catastrophe" than any of those which Lyell successfullyeliminated from sober geological speculation.
Thus, looking back into the past, it seems to me that my own position ofcritical expectancy was just and reasonable, and must have been takenup, on the same grounds, by many other persons. If Agassiz told me thatthe forms of life which have successively tenanted the globe were theincarnations of successive thoughts of the Deity; and that he had wipedout one set of these embodiments by an appalling geological catastropheas soon as His ideas took a more advanced shape, I found myself not onlyunable to admit the accuracy of the deductions from the facts ofpaleontology, upon which this astounding hypothesis was founded, but Ihad to confess my want of any means of testing the correctness of hisexplanation of them. And besides that, I could by no means see what theexplanation explained. Neither did it help me to be told by an eminentanatomist that species had succeeded one another in time, in virtue of"a continuously operative creational law." That seemed to me to be nomore than saying that species had succeeded one another in the form of avote-catching resolution, with "law" to catch the man of science, and"creational" to draw the orthodox. So I took refuge in that "thatigeSkepsis" which Goethe has so well defined; and, reversing the apostolicprecept to be all things to all men, I usually defended the tenabilityof the received doctrines when I had to do with the transmutationist;and stood up for the possibility of transmutation among theorthodox—thereby, no doubt, increasing an already current, but quiteundeserved, reputation for needless combativeness.
I remember, in the course of my first interview with Mr. Darwin,expressing my belief in the sharpness of the lines of demarcationbetween natural groups and in the absence of transitional forms, withall the confidence of youth and imperfect knowledge. I was not aware, atthat time, that he had then been many years brooding over thespecies-question; and the humorous smile which accompanied his gentleanswer, that such was not altogether his view, long haunted and puzzledme. But it would seem that four or five years' hard work had enabled meto understand what it meant; for Lyell, writing to Sir Charles Bunbury(under date of April 30, 1856), says:—
"When Huxley, Hooker, and Wollaston were at Darwin's last week they (allfour of them) ran a tilt against species—further, I believe, than theyare prepared to go."
I recollect nothing of this beyond the fact of meeting Mr. Wollaston;and except for Sir Charles's distinct assurance as to "all four," Ishould have thought my outrecuidance was probably a counterblast toWollaston's conservatism. With regard to Hooker, he was already, likeVoltaire's Habbakuk, capable du tout in the way of advocating Evolution.
As I have already said, I imagine that most of those of mycontemporaries who thought seriously about the matter, were very much inmy own state of mind—inclined to say to both Mosaists andEvolutionists, "a plague on both your houses!" and disposed to turnaside from an interminable and apparently fruitless discussion, tolabour in the fertile fields of ascertainable fact. And I may thereforesuppose that the publication of the Darwin and Wallace paper in 1858,and still more that of the "Origin" in 1859, had the effect upon them ofthe flash of light which, to a man who has lost himself on a dark night,suddenly reveals a road which, whether it takes him straight home ornot, certainly goes his way. That which we were looking for, and couldnot find, was a hypothesis respecting the origin of known organic formswhich assumed the operation of no causes but such as could be proved tobe actually at work. We wanted, not to pin our faith to that or anyother speculation, but to get hold of clear and definite conceptionswhich could be brought face to face with facts and have their validitytested. The "Origin" provided us with the working hypothesis we sought.Moreover, it did the immense service of freeing us for ever from thedilemma—Refuse to accept the creation hypothesis, and what have you topropose that can be accepted by any cautious reasoner? In 1857 I had noanswer ready, and I do not think that anyone else had. A year later wereproached ourselves with dulness for being perplexed with such aninquiry. My reflection, when I first made myself master of the centralidea of the "Origin" was, "How extremely stupid not to have thought ofthat!" I suppose that Columbus' companions said much the same when hemade the egg stand on end. The facts of variability, of the struggle forexistence, of adaptation to conditions, were notorious enough; but noneof us had suspected that the road to the heart of the species problemlay through them, until Darwin and Wallace dispelled the darkness, andthe beacon-fire of the "Origin" guided the benighted.
Whether the particular shape which the doctrine of Evolution, as appliedto the organic world, took in Darwin's hands, would prove to be final ornot, was to me a matter of indifference. In my earliest criticisms ofthe "Origin" I ventured to point out that its logical foundation wasinsecure so long as experiments in selective breeding had not producedvarieties which were more or less infertile; and that insecurity remainsup to the present time. But, with any and every critical doubt which mysceptical ingenuity could suggest, the Darwinian hypothesis remainedincomparably more probable than the creation hypothesis. And if we hadnone of us been able to discern the paramount significance of some ofthe most patent and notorious of natural facts, until they were, so tospeak, thrust under our noses, what force remained in thedilemma—creation or nothing? It was obvious that hereafter theprobability would be immensely greater, that the links of naturalcausation were hidden from our purblind eyes, than that naturalcausation should be incompetent to produce all the phenomena of nature.The only rational course for those who had no other object than theattainment of truth was to accept "Darwinism" as a working hypothesisand see what could be made of it. Either it would prove its capacity toelucidate the facts of organic life, or it would break down under thestrain. This was surely the dictate of common sense; and, for once,common sense carried the day.
[Even before the "Origin" actually came out, Huxley had begun to act aswhat Darwin afterwards called his "general agent." He began to preparethe way for the acceptance of the theory of evolution by discussing, forinstance, one of the most obvious difficulties, namely, How is it thatif evolution is ever progressive, progress is not universal? It was apoint with respect to which Darwin himself wrote soon after thepublication of the "Origin":—"Judging from letters…and from remarks,the most serious omission in my book was not explaining how it is, as Ibelieve, that all forms do not necessarily advance, how there can now beSIMPLE organisms existing." (May 22, 1860.)
Huxley's idea, then, was to call attention to the persistence of manytypes without appreciable progression during geological time; to showthat this fact was not explicable on any other hypothesis than that putforward by Darwin; and by paleontological arguments, to pave the way forconsideration of the imperfection of the geological record.
Such were the lines on which he delivered his Friday evening lecture on
"Persistent Types" at the Royal Institution on June 3,1859.
However, the chief part which he took at this time in extending thedoctrines of evolution was in applying them to his own subjects,Development and Vertebrate Anatomy, and more particularly to thequestion of the origin of mankind.
Of all the burning questions connected with the Origin of Species, thiswas the most heated—the most surrounded by prejudice and passion. Totouch it was to court attack; to be exposed to endless scorn, ridicule,misrepresentation, abuse—almost to social ostracism. But the facts werethere; the structural likenesses between the apes and man had alreadybeen shown; and as Huxley warned Darwin,] "I will stop at no point solong as clear reasoning will carry me further."
[Now two years before the "Origin" appeared, the denial of these factsby a leading anatomist led Huxley, as was his wont, to re-investigatethe question for himself and satisfy himself one way or the other. Hefound that the previous investigators were not mistaken. Without goingout of his way to refute the mis-statement as publicly as it was made,he simply embodied his results in his regular teaching. But theopportunity came unsought. Fortified by his own researches, he openlychallenged these assertions when repeated at the Oxford meeting of theBritish Association in 1860, and promised to made good his challenge inthe proper place.
We also find him combating some of the difficulties in the way ofaccepting the theory laid before him by Sir Charles Lyell. The veterangeologist had been Darwin's confidant from almost the beginning of hisspeculations; he had really paved the way for the evolutionary doctrineby his own proof of geological uniformity, but he shrank from acceptingit, for its inevitable extension to the descent of man was repugnant tohis feelings. Nevertheless, he would not allow sentiment to stand in theway of truth, and after the publication of the "Origin" it could be saidof him:—]
Lyell, up to that time a pillar of the anti-transmutationists (whoregarded him, ever afterwards, as Pallas Athene may have looked at Dian,after the Endymion affair), declared himself a Darwinian, though notwithout putting in a serious caveat. Nevertheless, he was a tower ofstrength, and his courageous stand for truth as against consistency didhim infinite honour. (T.H. Huxley in "Life of Darwin" volume 2 page231.)
[To Sir Charles Lyell.]
June 25, 1859.
My dear Sir Charles,
I have endeavoured to meet your objections in the enclosed.
Ever yours, very truly,
T.H. Huxley.
The fixity and definite limitation of species, genera, and larger groupsappear to me to be perfectly consistent with the theory oftransmutation. In other words, I think TRANSMUTATION may take placewithout transition.
Suppose that external conditions acting on species A give rise to a newspecies, B; the difference between the two species is a certaindefinable amount which may be called A-B. Now I know of no evidence toshow that the interval between the two species must NECESSARILY bebridged over by a series of forms, each of which shall occupy, as itoccurs, a fraction of the distance between A and B. On the contrary, inthe history of the Ancon sheep, and of the six-fingered Maltese family,given by Reaumur, it appears that the new form appeared at once in fullperfection.
I may illustrate what I mean by a chemical example. In an organiccompound, having a precise and definite composition, you may effect allsorts of transmutations by substituting an atom of one element for anatom of another element. You may in this way produce a vast series ofmodifications—but each modification is definite in its composition, andthere are no transitional or intermediate steps between one definitecompound and another. I have a sort of notion that similar laws ofdefinite combination rule over the modifications of organic bodies, andthat in passing from species to species "Natura fecit saltum."
All my studies lead me to believe more and more in the absence of anyreal transitions between natural groups, great and small—but with whatwe know of the physiology of conditions [?] this opinion seems to me tobe quite consistent with transmutation.
When I say that no evidence, or hardly any, would justify one inbelieving in the view of a new species of Elephant, e.g. out of theearth, I mean that such an occurrence would be so diametrically contraryto all experience, so opposed to those beliefs which are the mostconstantly verified by experience, that one would be justified inbelieving either that one's senses were deluded, or that one had notreally got to the bottom of the phenomenon. Of course, if one could varythe conditions, if one could take a little silex, and by a littlehocus-pocus a la crosse, galvanise a baby out of it as often as onepleased, all the philosopher could do would be to hold up his hands andcry, "God is great." But short of evidence of this kind, I don't mean tobelieve anything of the kind.
How much evidence would you require to believe that there was a timewhen stones fell upwards, or granite made itself by a spontaneousrearrangement of the elementary particles of clay and sand? And yet thedifficulties in the way of these beliefs are as nothing compared tothose which you would have to overcome in believing that complex organicbeings made themselves (for that is what creation comes to in scientificlanguage) out of inorganic matter.
I know it will be said that even on the transmutation theory, the firstorganic being must have made itself. But there is as much differencebetween supposing the passage of inorganic matter into an AMOEBA, e.g.,and into an ELEPHANT, as there is between supposing that Portland stonemight have built itself up into St. Paul's, and believing that theGiant's Causeway may have come about by natural causes.
True, one must believe in a beginning somewhere, but science consists innot believing the having reached that beginning before one is forced todo so.
It is wholly impossible to prove that any phenomenon whatsoever is notproduced by the interposition of some unknown cause. But philosophy hasprospered exactly as it has disregarded such possibilities, and hasendeavoured to resolve every event by ordinary reasoning.
I do not exactly see the force of your argument that we are bound tofind fossil forms intermediate between men and monkeys in the Rocks.Crocodiles are the highest reptiles as men are the highest mammals, butwe find nothing intermediate between CROCODILIA and LACERTILIA in thewhole range of the Mesozoic rocks. How do we know that Man is not apersistent type? And as for implements, at this day, and as, I suppose,for the last two or three thousand years at least, the savages ofAustralia have made their weapons of nothing but bone and wood. Whyshould HOMO EOCENUS or OOLITICUS, the fellows who waddied theAMPHITHERIUM and speared the PHASCOLOTHERIUM as the Australian niggerstreat their congeners, have been more advanced?
I by no means suppose that the transmutation hypothesis is proven oranything like it. But I view it as a powerful instrument of research.Follow it out, and it will lead us somewhere; while the other notion islike all the modifications of "final causation," a barren virgin.
And I would very strongly urge upon you that it is the logicaldevelopment of Uniformitarianism, and that its adoption would harmonisethe spirit of Paleontology with that of Physical Geology.
CHAPTER 1.14.
1859-1860.
[The "Origin" appeared in November. As soon as he had read it, Huxleywrote the following letter to Darwin (already published in "Life ofDarwin" volume 2 page 231):—
Jermyn Street W., November 23, 1859.
My dear Darwin,
I finished your book yesterday, a lucky examination having furnished mewith a few hours of continuous leisure.
Since I read Von Baer's essays, nine years ago, no work on NaturalHistory Science I have met with has made so great an impression upon me,and I do most heartily thank you for the great store of new views youhave given me. Nothing, I think, can be better than the tone of thebook—it impresses those who know about the subject. As for yourdoctrine, I am prepared to go to the stake, if requisite, in support ofChapter 9 [The Imperfection of the Geological Record], and most parts ofChapters 10 [The Geological Succession of Organic Beings], 11, 12[Geographical Distribution], and Chapter 13 [Classification, Morphology,Embryology, and Rudimentary Organs] contains much that is mostadmirable, but on one or two points I enter a caveat until I can seefurther into all sides of the question.
As to the first four chapters [Chapter 1, Variation under Domestication;2, Variation under Nature; 3, The Struggle for Existence; 4, Operationof Natural Selection; 5, Laws of Variation], I agree thoroughly andfully with all the principles laid down in them. I think you havedemonstrated a true cause for the production of species, and have thrownthe onus probandi, that species did not arise in the way you suppose, onyour adversaries.
But I feel that I have not yet by any means fully realised the bearingsof those most remarkable and original Chapters—III, IV, and V, and Iwill write no more about them just now.
The only objections that have occurred to me are—1st, That you haveloaded yourself with an unnecessary difficulty in adopting Natura nonfacit saltum so unreservedly; and 2nd, It is not clear to me why, ifcontinual physical conditions are of so little moment as you suppose,variation should occur at all.
However, I must read the book two or three times more before I presumeto begin picking holes.
I trust you will not allow yourself to be in any way disgusted orannoyed by the considerable abuse and misrepresentation which, unless Igreatly mistake, is in store for you. Depend upon it, you have earnedthe lasting gratitude of all thoughtful men. And as to the curs whichwill bark and yelp, you must recollect that some of your friends, at anyrate, are endowed with an amount of combativeness which (though you haveoften and justly rebuked it) may stand you in good stead.
I am sharpening up my claws and beak in readiness.
Looking back over my letter, it really expresses so feebly all I thinkabout you and your noble book, that I am half-ashamed of it; but youwill understand that, like the parrot in the story, "I think the more."
Ever yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
[A month later, fortune put into his hands the opportunity of striking avigorous and telling blow for the newly-published book. Never waswindfall more eagerly accepted. A short account of this lucky chance waswritten by him for the Darwin "Life" (volume 1 page 255).]
The "Origin" was sent to Mr. Lucas, one of the staff of the "Times"writers at that day, in what was I suppose the ordinary course ofbusiness. Mr. Lucas, though an excellent journalist, and at a laterperiod, editor of "Once a Week," was as innocent of any knowledge ofscience as a babe, and be wailed himself to an acquaintance on having todeal with such a book. Whereupon, he was recommended to ask me to gethim out of his difficulty, and he applied to me accordingly, explaining,however, that it would be necessary for him formally to adopt anything Imight be disposed to write, by prefacing it with two or three paragraphsof his own.
I was too anxious to seize upon the opportunity thus offered of givingthe book a fair chance with the multitudinous readers of the "Times," tomake any difficulty about conditions; and being then very full of thesubject, I wrote the article faster, I think, than I ever wrote anythingin my life, and sent it to Mr. Lucas, who duly prefixed his openingsentences.
When the article appeared, there was much speculation as to itsauthorship. The secret leaked out in time, as all secrets will, but notby my aid; and then I used to derive a good deal of innocent amusementfrom the vehement assertions of some of my more acute friends, that theyknew it was mine from the first paragraph!
As the "Times" some years since, referred to my connection with thereview, I suppose there will be no breach of confidence in thepublication of this little history, if you think it worth the space itwill occupy.
[The article appeared on December 26. Only Hooker was admitted into thesecret. In an undated note Huxley writes to him:—]
I have written the other review you wot of, and have handed it over tomy friend to deal as he likes with it…Darwin will laugh over a letterthat I sent him this morning with a vignette of the Jermyn Street "pet"ready to fight his battle, and the "judicious Hooker" holding thebottle.
[And on December 31 he writes again:—]
Jermyn Street, December 31, 1859.
My dear Hooker,
I have not the least objection to my share in the "Times" article beingknown, only I should not like to have anything stated on my authority.The fact is, that the first quarter of the first column (down to "whatis a species," etc.) is not mine, but belongs to the man who is theofficial reviewer for the "Times" (my "Temporal" godfather I might callhim).
The rest is my ipsissima verba, and I only wonder that it turns out aswell as it does—for I wrote it faster than ever I wrote anything in mylife. The last column nearly as fast as my wife could read the sheets.But I was thoroughly in the humour and full of the subject. Of course asa scientific review the thing is worth nothing, but I earnestly hope itmay have made some of the educated mob, who derive their ideas from the"Times," reflect. And whatever they do, they SHALL respect Darwin.
Pray give my kindest regards and best wishes for the New Year to Mrs.Hooker, and tell her that if she, of her own natural sagacity andknowledge of the naughtiness of my heart, affirms that I wrote thearticle, I shall not contradict her—but that for reasons of state—Imust not be supposed to say anything. I am pretty certain the Saturdayarticle was not written by Owen. On internal grounds, because no word init exceeds an inch in length; on external, from what Cook said to me.The article is weak enough and one-sided enough, but looking at thevarious forces in action, I think Cook has fully redeemed his promise tome.
I went down to Sir P. Egerton on Tuesday—was ill when I started, gotworse and had to come back on Thursday. I am all adrift now, but Icouldn't stand being in the house any longer. I wish I had been born anan-hepatous foetus.
All sorts of good wishes to you, and may you and I and Tyndalides, andone or two more bricks, be in as good fighting order in 1861 as in 1860.
Ever yours,
T.H. Huxley.
[Speaking of this period and the half-dozen preceding years, in his 1894preface to "Man's Place in Nature" he says:—]
Among the many problems which came under my consideration, the positionof the human species in zoological classification was one of the mostserious. Indeed, at that time it was a burning question in the sensethat those who touched it were almost certain to burn their fingersseverely. It was not so very long since my kind friend, Sir WilliamLawrence, one of the ablest men whom I have known, had been well-nighostracised for his book "On Man," which now might be read in a Sundayschool without surprising anybody; it was only a few years since theelectors to the chair of Natural History in a famous northern universityhad refused to invite a very distinguished man to occupy it because headvocated the doctrine of the diversity of species of mankind, or whatwas called "polygeny." Even among those who considered man from thepoint of view, not of vulgar prejudice, but of science, opinions laypoles asunder. Linnaeus had taken one view, Cuvier another; and among mysenior contemporaries, men like Lyell, regarded by many asrevolutionaries of the deepest dye, were strongly opposed to anythingwhich tended to break down the barrier between man and the rest of theanimal world.
My own mind was by no means definitely made up about this matter when,in the year 1857, a paper was read before the Linnean Society "On theCharacters, Principles of Division and Primary Groups of the ClassMammalia," in which certain anatomical features of the brain were saidto be "peculiar to the genus 'Homo,'" and were made the chief ground forseparating that genus from all other mammals and placing him in adivision, "Archencephala," apart from, and superior to, all the rest. Asthese statements did not agree with the opinions I had formed, I set towork to reinvestigate the subject; and soon satisfied myself that thestructures in question were not peculiar to Man, but were shared by himwith all the higher and many of the lower apes. I embarked in no publicdiscussion of these matters, but my attention being thus drawn to them,I studied the whole question of the structural relations of Man to thenext lower existing forms, with much care. And, of course, I embodied myconclusions in my teaching.
Matters were at this point when the "Origin of Species" appeared. Theweighty sentence, "Light will be thrown on the origin of man and hishistory" (1st edition page 488), was not only in full harmony with theconclusions at which I had arrived respecting the structural relationsof apes and men, but was strongly supported by them. And inasmuch asDevelopment and Vertebrate Anatomy were not among Mr. Darwin's manyspecialities, it appeared to me that I should not be intruding on theground he had made his own, if I discussed this part of the generalquestion. In fact, I thought that I might probably serve the cause ofEvolution by doing so.
Some experience of popular lecturing had convinced me that the necessityof making things clear to uninstructed people was one of the very bestmeans of clearing up the obscure corners in one's own mind. So, in 1860,I took the Relation of Man to the lower Animals for the subject of thesix lectures to working men which it was my duty to deliver. It was alsoin 1860 that this topic was discussed before a jury of experts at themeeting of the British Association at Oxford, and from that time a sortof running fight on the same subject was carried on, until it culminatedat the Cambridge Meeting of the Association in 1862, by my friend Sir W.Flower's public demonstration of the existence in the apes of thosecerebral characters which had been said to be peculiar to man.
[The famous Oxford Meeting of 1860 was of no small importance inHuxley's career. It was not merely that he helped to save a great causefrom being stifled under misrepresentation and ridicule—that he helpedto extort for it a fair hearing; it was now that he first made himselfknown in popular estimation as a dangerous adversary in debate—apersonal force in the world of science which could not be neglected.From this moment he entered the front fighting line in the most exposedquarter of the field.
Most unluckily, no contemporary account of his own exists of theencounter. Indeed, the same cause which prevented his writing home thestory of the day's work nearly led to his absence from the scene. It wasknown that Bishop Wilberforce, whose first class in mathematics gavehim, in popular estimation, a right to treat on scientific matters,intended to "smash Darwin"; and, Huxley, expecting that the promiseddebate would be merely an appeal to prejudice in a mixed audience,before which the scientific arguments of the Bishop's opponents would beat the utmost disadvantage, intended to leave Oxford that very morningand join his wife at Hardwicke, near Reading, where she was staying withher sister. But in a letter, quoted below, he tells how, on the Fridayafternoon, he chanced to meet Robert chambers, the reputed author of the"Vestiges of Creation," who begged him "not to desert them." Accordinglyhe postponed his departure; but seeing his wife next morning, had nooccasion to write a letter.
Several accounts of the scene are already in existence: one in the "Lifeof Darwin" (volume 2 page 320), another in the 1892 "Life," page 236sq.; a third that of "Lyell" (volume 2 page 335), the slight differencesbetween them representing the difference between individualrecollections of eye-witnesses. In addition to these I have beenfortunate enough to secure further reminiscences from several othereye-witnesses.
Two papers in Section D, of no great importance in themselves, becamehistorical as affording the opponents of Darwin their opportunity ofmaking an attack upon his theory which should tell with the public. Thefirst was on Thursday, June 28. Dr. Daubeny of Oxford made acommunication to the Section, "On the final causes of the sexuality ofplants, with particular reference to Mr. Darwin's work on the "Origin ofSpecies." (My best thanks are due to Mr. F. Darwin for permission toquote his accounts of the meeting; other citations are from the"Athenaeum" reports of July 14, 1860.) Huxley was called upon to speakby the President, but tried to avoid a discussion, on the ground "that ageneral audience, in which sentiment would unduly interfere withintellect, was not the public before which such a discussion should becarried on."
This consideration, however, did not stop the discussion; it wascontinued by Owen. He said he "wished to approach the subject in thespirit of the philosopher," and declared his "conviction that there werefacts by which the public could come to some conclusion with regard tothe probabilities of the truth of Mr. Darwin's theory." As one of thesefacts, he stated that the brain of the gorilla "presented moredifferences, as compared with the brain of man, than it did whencompared with the brains of the very lowest and most problematical ofthe Quadrumana."
Now this was the very point, as said above, upon which Huxley had madespecial investigations during the last two years, with preciselyopposite results, such as, indeed, had been arrived at by previousinvestigators. Hereupon he replied, giving these assertions a "directand unqualified contradiction," and pledging himself to "justify thatunusual procedure elsewhere,"—a pledge which was amply fulfilled in thepages of the "Natural History Review" for 1861.
Accordingly it was to him, thus marked out as the champion of the mostdebatable theory of evolution, that, two days later, the Bishopaddressed his sarcasms, only to meet with a withering retort. For on theFriday there was peace; but on the Saturday came a yet fiercer battleover the "Origin," which loomed all the larger in the public eye,because it was not merely the contradiction of one anatomist by another,but the open clash between Science and the Church. It was, moreover, nota contest of bare fact or abstract assertion, but a combat of witbetween two individuals, spiced with the personal element which appealsto one of the strongest instincts of every large audience.
It was the merest chance, as I have already said, that Huxley attendedthe meeting of the section that morning. Dr. Draper of New York was toread a paper on the "Intellectual Development of Europe considered withreference to the views of Mr. Darwin." "I can still hear," writes onewho was present, "the American accents of Dr. Draper's opening addresswhen he asked 'Air we a fortuitous concourse of atoms?'" However, it wasnot to hear him, but the eloquence of the Bishop, that the members ofthe Association crowded in such numbers into the Lecture Room of theMuseum, that this, the appointed meeting-place of the section, had to beabandoned for the long west room, since cut in two by a partition forthe purposes of the library. It was not term time, nor were the generalpublic admitted; nevertheless the room was crowded to suffocation longbefore the protagonists appeared on the scene, 700 persons or moremanaging to find places. The very windows by which the room was lighteddown the length of its west side were packed with ladies, whose whitehandkerchiefs, waving and fluttering in the air at the end of theBishop's speech, were an unforgettable factor in the acclamation of thecrowd.
On the east side between the two doors was the platform. ProfessorHenslow, the President of the section, took his seat in the centre; uponhis right was the Bishop, and beyond him again Dr. Draper; on hisextreme left was Mr. Dingle, a clergyman from Lanchester, near Durham,with Sir J. Hooker and Sir J. Lubbock in front of him, and nearer thecentre, Professor Beale of King's College, London, and Huxley.
The clergy, who shouted lustily for the Bishop, were massed in themiddle of the room; behind them in the north-west corner a knot ofundergraduates (one of these was T.H. Green, who listened but took nopart in the cheering) had gathered together beside Professor Brodie,ready to lift their voices, poor minority though they were, for theopposite party. Close to them stood one of the few men among theaudience already in Holy orders, who joined in—and indeed led—thecheers for the Darwinians.
So "Dr. Draper droned out his paper, turning first to the right hand andthen to the left, of course bringing in a reference to the Origin ofSpecies which set the ball rolling."
An hour or more that paper lasted, and then discussion began. ThePresident "wisely announced in limine that none who had not validarguments to bring forward on one side or the other would be allowed toaddress the meeting; a caution that proved necessary, for no fewer thanfour combatants had their utterances burked by him, because of theirindulgence in vague declamation." ("Life of Darwin" l.c.)
First spoke (writes Professor Farrar (Canon of Durham.)) a layman fromBrompton, who gave his name as being one of the Committee of the (newlyformed) Economic section of the Association. He, in a stentorian voice,let off his theological venom. Then jumped up Richard Greswell with athin voice, saying much the same, but speaking as a scholar (TheReverend Richard Greswell, B.D., Tutor of Worcester College.); but wedid not merely want any theological discussion, so we shouted them down.Then a Mr. Dingle got up and tried to show that Darwin would have donemuch better if he had taken him into consultation. He used theblackboard and began a mathematical demonstration on the question—"Letthis point A be man, and let that point B be the mawnkey." He got nofurther; he was shouted down with cries of "mawnkey." None of these hadspoken more than three minutes. It was when these were shouted down thatHenslow said he must demand that the discussion should rest onSCIENTIFIC grounds only.
Then there were calls for the Bishop, but he rose and said he understoodhis friend Professor Beale had something to say first. Beale, who was anexcellent histologist, spoke to the effect that the new theory ought tomeet with fair discussion, but added, with great modesty, that hehimself had not sufficient knowledge to discuss the subject adequately.Then the Bishop spoke the speech that you know, and the question abouthis mother being an ape, or his grandmother.
From the scientific point of view, the speech was of small value. It wasevident from his mode of handling the subject that he had been "crammedup to the throat," and knew nothing at first hand; he used no argumentbeyond those to be found in his "Quarterly" article, which appeared afew days later, and is now admitted to have been inspired by Owen. "Heridiculed Darwin badly and Huxley savagely; but," confesses one of hisstrongest opponents, "all in such dulcet tones, so persuasive a manner,and in such well turned periods, that I who had been inclined to blamethe President for allowing a discussion that could serve no scientificpurpose, now forgave him from the bottom of my heart." ("Life of Darwin"l.c.)
The Bishop spoke thus "for full half an hour with inimitable spirit,emptiness and unfairness." "In a light, scoffing tone, florid andfluent, he assured us there was nothing in the idea of evolution;rock-pigeons were what rock-pigeons had always been. Then, turning tohis antagonist with a smiling insolence, he begged to know, was itthrough his grandfather or his grandmother that he claimed his descentfrom a monkey?" ("Reminiscences of a Grandmother," "Macmillan'sMagazine," October 1898. Professor Farrar thinks this version of whatthe Bishop said is slightly inaccurate. His impression is that the wordsactually used seemed at the moment flippant and unscientific rather thaninsolent, vulgar, or personal. The Bishop, he writes, "had been talkingof the perpetuity of species of Birds; and then, denying a fortiori thederivation of the species Man from Ape, he rhetorically invoked the aidof FEELING, and said, 'If any one were to be willing to trace hisdescent through an ape as his GRANDFATHER, would he be willing to tracehis descent similarly on the side of his GRANDMOTHER?' His false humourwas an attempt to arouse the antipathy about degrading WOMAN to thequadrumana. Your father's reply showed there was vulgarity as well asfolly in the Bishop's words; and the impression distinctly was, that theBishop's party, as they left the room, felt abashed, and recognised theBishop had forgotten to behave like a perfect gentleman.")
This was the fatal mistake of his speech. Huxley instantly grasped thetactical advantage which the descent to personalities gave him. Heturned to Sir Benjamin Brodie, who was sitting beside him, andemphatically striking his hand upon his knee, exclaimed,] "The Lord hathdelivered him into mine hands." [The bearing of the exclamation did notdawn upon Sir Benjamin until after Huxley had completed his "forcibleand eloquent" answer to the scientific part of the Bishop's argument,and proceeded to make his famous retort. (The "Athenaeum" reports him assaying that Darwin's theory was an explanation of phenomena in NaturalHistory, as the undulatory theory was of the phenomena of light. No oneobjected to that theory because an undulation of light had never beenarrested and measured. Darwin's theory was an explanation of facts, andhis book was full of new facts, all bearing on his theory. Withoutasserting that every part of that theory had been confirmed, hemaintained that it was the best explanation of the origin of specieswhich had yet been offered. With regard to the psychological distinctionbetween men and animals, man himself was once a monad—a mere atom, andnobody could say at what moment in the history of his development hebecame consciously intelligent. The question was not so much one of atransmutation or transition of species, as of the production of formswhich became permanent.
Thus the short-legged sheep of America was not produced gradually, butoriginated in the birth of an original parent of the whole stock, whichhad been kept up by a rigid system of artificial selection.)
On this (continues the writer in "Macmillan's Magazine") Mr. Huxleyslowly and deliberately arose. A slight tall figure, stern and pale,very quiet and very grave ("Young, cool, quiet, scientific—scientificin fact and in treatment."—J.R. Green. A certain piquancy must havebeen added to the situation by the superficial resemblance in featurebetween the two men, so different in temperament and expression. Indeednext day at Hardwicke, a friend came up to Mr. Fanning and asked who hisguest was, saying, "Surely it is the son of the Bishop of Oxford."), hestood before us and spoke those tremendous words—words which no oneseems sure of now, nor, I think, could remember just after they werespoken, for their meaning took away our breath, though it left us in nodoubt as to what it was. He was not ashamed to have a monkey for hisancestor; but he would be ashamed to be connected with a man who usedgreat gifts to obscure the truth. No one doubted his meaning, and theeffect was tremendous. One lady fainted and had to be carried out; I,for one, jumped out of my seat.
The fullest and probably most accurate account of these concluding wordsis the following, from a letter of the late John Richard Green, then anundergraduate, to his friend, afterwards Professor Boyd Dawkins (Thewriter in "Macmillan's" tells me: "I cannot quite accept Mr. J.R.Green's sentences as your father's; though I didn't doubt that theyconvey the sense; but then I think that only a shorthand writer couldreproduce Mr. Huxley's singularly beautiful style—so simple and soincisive. The sentence given is much too 'Green.'")]
I asserted—and I repeat—that a man has no reason to be ashamed ofhaving an ape for his grandfather. If there were an ancestor whom Ishould feel shame in recalling it would rather be a man—a man ofrestless and versatile intellect—who, not content with an equivocalsuccess in his own sphere of activity, plunges into scientific questionswith which he has no real acquaintance, only to obscure them by anaimless rhetoric, and distract the attention of his hearers from thereal point at issue by eloquent digressions and skilled appeals toreligious prejudice. (My father once told me that he did not rememberusing the word "equivocal" in this speech. (See his letter below.) Thelate Professor Victor Carus had the same impression, which iscorroborated by Professor Farrar.) (As the late Henry Fawcett wrote in"Macmillan's Magazine," 1860:—"The retort was so justly deserved, andso inimitable in its manner, that no one who was present can ever forgetthe impression that it made.")
Further, Mr. A.G. Vernon-Harcourt, F.R.S., Reader in Chemistry at the
University of Oxford, writes to me:—
The Bishop had rallied your father as to the descent from a monkey,asking as a sort of joke how recent this had been, whether it was hisgrandfather or further back. Your father, in replying on this point,first explained that the suggestion was of descent through thousands ofgenerations from a common ancestor, and then went on to thiseffect—"But if this question is treated, not as a matter for the calminvestigation of science, but as a matter of sentiment, and if I amasked whether I would choose to be descended from the poor animal of lowintelligence and stooping gait, who grins and chatters as we pass, orfrom a man, endowed with great ability and a splendid position, whoshould use these gifts" (here, as the point became clear, there was agreat outburst of applause, which mostly drowned the end of thesentence) "to discredit and crush humble seekers after truth, I hesitatewhat answer to make."
No doubt your father's words were better than these, and they gainedeffect from his clear, deliberate utterance, but in outline and in SCALEthis represents truly what was said.
After the commotion was over, "some voices called for Hooker, and hisname having been handed up, the President invited him to give his viewof the theory from the Botanical side. This he did, demonstrating thatthe Bishop, by his own showing, had never grasped the principles of the'Origin,' and that he was absolutely ignorant of the elements ofbotanical science. The Bishop made no reply, and the meeting broke up."("Life of Darwin," l.c.)
ACCOUNT OF THE OXFORD MEETING BY THE REVEREND W.H. FREEMANTLE (in
"Charles Darwin, his Life Told" etc. 1892 page 238.)
The Bishop of Oxford attacked Darwin, at first playfully, but at last ingrim earnest. It was known that the Bishop had written an articleagainst Darwin in the last "Quarterly Review" (It appeared in theensuing number for July.); it was also rumoured that Professor Owen hadbeen staying in Cuddesdon and had primed the Bishop, who was to act asmouthpiece to the great Paleontologist, who did not himself dare toenter the lists. The Bishop, however, did not show himself master of thefacts, and made one serious blunder. A fact which had been much dwelt onas confirmatory of Darwin's idea of variation, was that a sheep had beenborn shortly before in a flock in the North of England, having anaddition of one to the vertebrae of the spine. The Bishop was declaringwith rhetorical exaggeration that there was hardly any evidence onDarwin's side. "What have they to bring forward?" he exclaimed. "Somerumoured statement about a long-legged sheep." But he passed on tobanter: "I should like to ask Professor Huxley, who is sitting by me,and is about to tear me to pieces when I have sat down, as to his beliefin being descended from an ape. Is it on his grandfather's or hisgrandmother's side that the ape ancestry comes in?" And then taking agraver tone, he asserted, in a solemn peroration, that Darwin's viewswere contrary to the revelation of God in the Scriptures. ProfessorHuxley was unwilling to respond: but he was called for, and spoke withhis usual incisiveness and with some scorn:] "I am here only in theinterests of science," [he said,] "and I have not heard anything whichcan prejudice the case of my august client." [Then after showing howlittle competent the Bishop was to enter upon the discussion, he touchedon the question of Creation.] "You say that development drives out theCreator; but you assert that God made you: and yet you know that youyourself were originally a little piece of matter, no bigger than theend of this gold pencil-case." [Lastly as to the descent from a monkey,he said:] "I should feel it no shame to have risen from such an origin;but I should feel it a shame to have sprung from one who prostituted thegifts of culture and eloquence to the service of prejudice and offalsehood."
[Many others spoke. Mr. Gresley, an old Oxford don, pointed out that inhuman nature at least orderly development was not the necessary rule:Homer was the greatest of poets, but he lived 3000 years ago, and hasnot produced his like.
Admiral FitzRoy was present, and said he had often expostulated with hisold comrade of the "Beagle" for entertaining views which werecontradictory to the First Chapter of Genesis.
Sir John Lubbock declared that many of the arguments by which thepermanence of species was supported came to nothing, and instanced somewheat which was said to have come off an Egyptian mummy, and was sent tohim to prove that wheat had not changed since the time of the Pharaohs;but which proved to be made of French chocolate. Sir Joseph (then Dr.)Hooker spoke shortly, saying that he had found the hypothesis of NaturalSelection so helpful in explaining the phenomena of his own subject ofBotany, that he had been constrained to accept it. After a few wordsfrom Darwin's old friend, Professor Henslow, who occupied the chair, themeeting broke up, leaving the impression that those most capable ofestimating the arguments of Darwin in detail saw their way to accept hisconclusions.
Note.—Sir John Lubbock also insisted on the embryological evidence forevolution. F.D.]
[T.H. Huxley To Francis Darwin (ibid.).]
June 27, 1891.
I should say that Freemantle's account is substantially correct, butthat Green has the substance of my speech more accurately. However, I amcertain I did not use the word, "equivocal."
The odd part of the business is, that I should not have been presentexcept for Robert Chambers. I had heard of the Bishop's intention toutilise the occasion. I knew he had the reputation of being afirst-class controversialist, and I was quite aware that if he playedhis cards properly, we should have little chance, with such an audience,of making an efficient defence. Moreover, I was very tired, and wantedto join my wife at her brother-in-law's country house near Reading, onthe Saturday. On the Friday I met Chambers in the street, and in replyto some remark of his, about his going to the meeting, I said that I didnot mean to attend it—did not see the good of giving up peace andquietness to be episcopally pounded. Chambers broke out into vehementremonstrances, and talked about my deserting them. So I said, "Oh! ifyou are going to take it that way, I'll come and have my share of whatis going on."
So I came, and chanced to sit near old Sir Benjamin Brodie. The Bishopbegan his speech, and to my astonishment very soon showed that he was soignorant that he did not know how to manage his own case. My spiritsrose proportionately, and when he turned to me with his insolentquestion, I said to Sir Benjamin, in an undertone, "The Lord hathdelivered him into mine hands."
That sagacious old gentleman stared at me as if I had lost my senses.But, in fact, the Bishop had justified the severest retort I coulddevise, and I made up my mind to let him have it. I was careful,however, not to rise to reply, until the meeting called for me—then Ilet myself go.
In justice to the Bishop, I am bound to say he bore no malice, but wasalways courtesy itself when we occasionally met in after years. Hookerand I walked away from the meeting together, and I remember saying tohim that this experience had changed my opinion as to the practicalvalue of the art of public speaking, and that from that time forth Ishould carefully cultivate it, and try to leave off hating it. I did theformer, but never quite succeeded in the latter effort.
I did not mean to trouble you with such a long scrawl when I began aboutthis piece of ancient history.
Ever yours very faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
[In the evening there was a crowded conversazione in Dr. Daubney'srooms, and here, continues the writer in "Macmillan's," "everyone waseager to congratulate the hero of the day. I remember that some naiveperson wished 'it could come over again'; Mr. Huxley, with the look onhis face of the victor who feels the cost of victory, put us asidesaying,] 'Once in a lifetime is enough, if not too much.'"
[In a letter to me the same writer remarks—
I gathered from Mr. Huxley's look when I spoke to him at Dr. Daubeny'sthat he was not quite satisfied to have been forced to take so personala tone—it a little jarred upon his fine taste. But it was the Bishopwho first struck the insolent note of personal attack.
Again, with reference to the state of feeling at the meeting:—
I never saw such a display of fierce party spirit, the looks of bitterhatred which the audience bestowed—(I mean the majority) on us who wereon your father's side—as we passed through the crowd we felt that wewere expected to say "how abominably the Bishop was treated"—or to beconsidered outcasts and detestable.
It was very different, however, at Dr. Daubeny's, "where," says thewriter of the account in "Darwin's Life," "the almost sole topic was thebattle of the 'Origin,' and I was much struck with the fair andunprejudiced way in which the black coats and white cravats of Oxforddiscussed the question, and the frankness with which they offered theircongratulations to the winners in the combat."
The result of this encounter, though a check to the other side, cannot,of course, be represented as an immediate and complete triumph forevolutionary doctrine. This was precluded by the character and temper ofthe audience, most of whom were less capable of being convinced by thearguments than shocked by the boldness of the retort, although, beinggentlefolk, as Professor Farrar remarks, they were disposed to admit onreflection that the Bishop had erred on the score of taste and goodmanners. Nevertheless, it was a noticeable feature of the occasion, SirM. Foster tells me, that when Huxley rose he was received coldly, just acheer of encouragement from his friends, the audience as a whole notjoining in it. But as he made his points the applause grew and widened,until, when he sat down, the cheering was not very much less than thatgiven to the Bishop. To that extent he carried an unwilling audiencewith him by the force of his speech. The debate on the ape question,however, was continued elsewhere during the next two years, and theevidence was completed by the unanswerable demonstrations of Sir W.H.Flower at the Cambridge meeting of the Association in 1862.
The importance of the Oxford meeting lay in the open resistance that wasmade to authority, at a moment when even a drawn battle was hardly lesseffectual than acknowledged victory. Instead of being crushed underridicule, the new theories secured a hearing, all the wider, indeed, forthe startling nature of their defence.]
CHAPTER 1.15.
1860-1863.
[In the autumn he set to work to make good his promise of demonstratingthe existence in the simian brain of the structures alleged to beexclusively human. The result was seen in his papers "On the ZoologicalRelations of Man with the Lower Animals" ("Natural History Review" 1861pages 67-68); "On the Brain of Ateles Paniscus," which appeared in the"Proceedings of the Zoological Society" for 1861, and on "Nyctipithecus"in 1862, while similar work was undertaken by his friends Rolleston andFlower. But the brain was only one point among many, as, for example,the hand and the foot in man and the apes; and he already had in mindthe discussion of the whole question comprehensively. On January 6 hewrites to Sir J. Hooker:—]
Some of these days I shall look up the ape question again and go overthe rest of the organisation in the same way. But in order to get athorough grip of the question I must examine into a good many points formyself. The results, when they do come out, will, I foresee, astonishthe natives.
[Full of interest in this theme, he made it the subject of his popularlectures in the spring of 1861.
Thus from February to May he lectured weekly to working men on "TheRelation of Man to the rest of the Animal Kingdom," and on March 22writes to his wife:—]
My working men stick by me wonderfully, the house being fuller than everlast night. By next Friday evening they will all be convinced that theyare monkeys…Said lecture, let me inform you, was very good. Lyell cameand was rather astonished at the magnitude and attentiveness of theaudience.
[These lectures to working men were published in the "Natural History
Review," as was a Friday evening discourse at the Royal Institution
(February 8) on "The Nature of the Earliest Stages of Development of
Animals."
Meanwhile the publication of these researches led to another pitchedbattle, in which public interest was profoundly engaged. The controversywhich raged had some resemblance to a duel over a point of honour andcredit. Scientific technicalities became the catchwords of society, andthe echoes of the great Hippocampus question linger in the delightfulpages of the "Water-Babies." Of this fight Huxley writes to Sir J.Hooker on April 18, 1861:—]
A controversy between Owen and myself, which I can only call absurd (asthere is no doubt whatever about the facts), has been going on in the"Athenaeum," and I wound it up in disgust last week.
[And again on April 27:—]
Owen occupied an entirely untenable position—but I am neverthelesssurprised he did not try "abusing plaintiff's attorney." The fact is hemade a prodigious blunder in commencing the attack, and now his onlychance is to be silent and let people forget the exposure. I do notbelieve that in the whole history of science there is a case of any manof reputation getting himself into such a contemptible position. He willbe the laughing-stock of all the continental anatomists.
Rolleston has a great deal of Oxford slough to shed, but on that veryground his testimony has been of most especial service. Fancy that man— telling Maskelyne that Rolleston's observations were entirelyconfirmatory of Owen.
[About the same time he writes to his wife:—]
April 16.
People are talking a good deal about the "Man and the Apes" question,and I hear that somebody, I suspect Monckton-Milnes, has set afloat apoetical squib on the subject…
[The squib in question, dated "the Zoological Gardens," and signed"Gorilla," appeared in "Punch" for May 15, 1861, under a picture of thatanimal, bearing the sign, "Am I a Man and a Brother?"
The concluding verses run as follows:
Next HUXLEY replies
That OWEN he lies
And garbles his Latin quotation;
That his facts are not new,
His mistakes not a few,
Detrimental to his reputation.
"To twice slay the slain"
By dint of the Brain
(Thus Huxley concludes his review),
Is but labour in vain,
Unproductive of gain,
And so I shall bid you "Adieu!"]
Some think my winding-up too strong, but I trust the day will never comewhen I shall abstain from expressing my contempt for those whoprostitute Science to the Service of Error. At any rate I am not oldenough for that yet. Darwin came in just now. I get no scoldings forpitching into the common enemy now!!
I would give you fifty guesses [he writes to Hooker on April 30], andyou should not find out the author of the "Punch" poem. I saw it in MS.three weeks ago, and was told the author was a friend of mine. But Iremained hopelessly in the dark till yesterday. What do you say to SirPhilip Egerton coming out in that line? I am told he is the author, andthe fact speaks volumes for Owen's perfect success in damning himself.
[In the midst of the fight came a surprising invitation. On April 10 hewrites to his wife:—]
They have written to me from the Philosophical Institute of Edinburgh toask me to give two lectures on the "Relation of Man to the LowerAnimals" next session. I have replied that if they can give me January 3and 7 for lecture days I will do it—if not, not. Fancy unco guidEdinburgh requiring illumination on the subject! They know my views, soif they did not like what I have to tell them, it is their own fault.
[These lectures were eventually delivered on January 4 and 7, 1862, andwere well reported in the Edinburgh papers. The substance of themappears as Part 2 in "Man's Place in Nature," the first lecturedescribing the general nature of the process of development amongvertebrate animals, and the modifications of the skeleton in themammalia; the second dealing with the crucial points of comparisonbetween the higher apes and man, namely the hand, foot, and brain. Heshowed that the differences between man and the higher apes were nogreater than those between the higher and lower apes. If the Darwinianhypothesis explained the common ancestry of the latter, the anatomistwould have no difficulty with the origin of man, so far as regards thegap between him and the higher apes.
Yet, though convinced that] "that hypothesis is as near an approximationto the truth as, for example, the Copernican hypothesis was to the truetheory of the planetary motions," [he steadfastly refused to be anadvocate of the theory,] "if by an advocate is meant one whose businessit is to smooth over real difficulties, and to persuade when he cannotconvince."
[In common fairness he warned his audience of the one missing link inthe chain of evidence—the fact that selective breeding has not yetproduced species sterile to one another. But it is to be adopted as aworking hypothesis like other scientific generalisations,] "subject tothe production of proof that physiological species may be produced byselective breeding; just as a physical philosopher may accept theundulatory theory of light, subject to the proof of the existence of thehypothetical ether; or as the chemist adopts the atomic theory, subjectto the proof of the existence of atoms; and for exactly the samereasons, namely, that it has an immense amount of prima facieprobability; that it is the only means at present within reach ofreducing the chaos of observed facts to order; and lastly, that it isthe most powerful instrument of investigation which has been presentedto naturalists since the invention of the natural system ofclassification, and the commencement of the systematic study ofembryology."
[As for the repugnance of most men to admitting kinship with the apes,]"thoughtful men," [he says,] once escaped from the blinding influencesof traditional prejudices, will find in the lowly stock whence man hassprung the best evidence of the splendour of his capacities; and willdiscern, in his long progress through the past, a reasonable ground offaith in his attainment of a nobler future."
[A simile, with which he enforced this elevating point of view, whichhas since eased the passage of many minds to the acceptance ofevolution, seems to have been much appreciated by his audience. It was acomparison of man to the Alps, which turn out to be] "of one substancewith the dullest clay, but raised by inward forces to that place ofproud and seemingly inaccessible glory."
[The lectures were met at first with astonishing quiet, but it was notlong before the stones began to fly. The "Witness" of January 11 lasheditself into a fury over the fact that the audience applauded this"anti-scriptural and most debasing theory…standing in blasphemouscontradiction to biblical narrative and doctrine," instead of expressingtheir resentment at this "foul outrage committed upon them individually,and upon the whole species as 'made in the likeness of God,'" bydeserting the hall in a body, or using some more emphatic form ofprotest against the corruption of youth by "the vilest and beastliestparadox ever vented in ancient or modern times amongst Pagans orChristians." In his finest vein of sarcasm, the writer expresses hissurprise that the meeting did not instantly resolve itself into a"Gorilla Emancipation Society," or propose to hear a lecture from anapostle of Mormonism; "even this would be a less offensive, mischievous,and inexcusable exhibition than was made in the recent two lectures byProfessor Huxley," etc.]
Jermyn Street, January 13, 1862.
My dear Darwin,
In the first place a new year's greeting to you and yours. In the next,I enclose this slip (please return it when you have read it) to show youwhat I have been doing in the north.
Everybody prophesied I should be stoned and cast out of the city gate,but, on the contrary, I met with unmitigated applause!! Three cheers forthe progress of liberal opinion!!
The report is as good as any, but they have not put quite rightly what Isaid about your views, respecting which I took my old line about theinfertility difficulty.
Furthermore, they have not reported my statement that whether you wereright or wrong, some form of the progressive development theory iscertainly true. Nor have they reported here my distinct statement that Ibelieve man and the apes to have come from one stock.
Having got thus far, I find the lecture better reported in the
"Courant," so I send you that instead.
I mean to publish the lecture in full by and by (about the time theorchids come out).
Ever yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
I deserved the greatest credit for not having made an onslaught onBrewster for his foolish impertinence about your views in "Good Words,"but declined to stir nationality, which you know (in him) is rather morethan his Bible.
Jermyn Street, January 16, 1862.
My dear Hooker,
I wonder if we are ever to meet again in this world! At any rate I sendto the remote province of Kew, Greeting, and my best wishes for the newyear to you and yours. I also inclose a slip from an Edinburgh papercontaining a report of my lecture on the "Relation of Man," etc. As youwill see, I went in for the entire animal more strongly, in fact, thanthey have reported me. I told them in so many words that I entertainedno doubt of the origin of man from the same stock as the apes.
And to my great delight, in saintly Edinburgh itself the announcementmet with nothing but applause. For myself I can't say that the praise orblame of my audience was much matter, but it is a grand indication ofthe general disintegration of old prejudices which is going on.
I shall see if I cannot make something more of the lectures bydelivering them again in London, and then I shall publish them.
The report does not put nearly strongly enough what I said in favour ofDarwin's views. I affirmed it to be the only scientific hypothesis ofthe origin of species in existence, and expressed my belief that one gapin the evidence would be filled up, as I always do.
Ever yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
Jermyn Street, January 20, 1862.
My dear Darwin,
The inclosed article, which has been followed up by another moreviolent, more scurrilously personal, and more foolish, will prove to youthat my labour has not been in vain, and that your views and mine arelikely to be better ventilated in Scotland than they have been.
I was quite uneasy at getting no attack from the "Witness," thinking Imust have overestimated the impression that I had made, and thefavourableness of the reception of what I said. But the raving of the"Witness" is clear testimony that my notion was correct.
I shall send a short reply to the "Scotsman" for the purpose of furtheradvertising the question.
With regard to what are especially your doctrines, I spoke much morefavourably than I am reported to have done. I expressed no doubt as totheir ultimate establishment, but as I particularly wished not to bemisrepresented as an advocate trying to soften or explain away realdifficulties, I did not in speaking enter into the details of what is tobe said in diminishing the weight of the hybrid difficulty. All thiswill be put fully when I print the Lecture.
The arguments put in your letter are those which I have urged to otherpeople—of the opposite side—over and over again. I have told mystudents that I entertain no doubt that twenty years' experiments onpigeons conducted by a skilled physiologist, instead of by a merebreeder, would give us physiological species sterile inter se, from acommon stock (and in this, if I mistake not, I go further than you doyourself), and I have told them that when these experiments have beenperformed I shall consider your views to have a complete physical basis,and to stand on as firm ground as any physiological theory whatever.
It was impossible for me, in the time I had, to lay all this down to myEdinburgh audience, and in default of full explanation it was far betterto seem to do scanty justice to you. I am constitutionally slow ofadopting any theory that I must needs stick by when I have gone in forit; but for these two years I have been gravitating towards yourdoctrines, and since the publication of your primula paper withaccelerated velocity. By about this time next year I expect to have shotpast you, and to find you pitching into me for being more Darwinian thanyourself. However, you have set me going, and must just take theconsequences, for I warn you I will stop at no point so long as clearreasoning will carry me further.
My wife and I were very grieved to hear you had had such a sick house,but I hope the change in the weather has done you all good. Anything isbetter than the damp warmth we had.
I will take great care of the three "Barriers." [A pamphlet called "TheThree Barriers" by G.R., being notes on Mr. Darwin's "Origin of Species"1861, 8vo." Habitat, structure, and procreative power are given as thesethree barriers to Darwinism, against which natural theology takes itsstand on Final Causes.] I wanted to cut it up in the "Saturday," but howI am to fulfil my benevolent intentions—with five lectures a week—alecture at the Royal Institution and heaps of other things on my hands,I don't know.
Ever yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
I am very glad to hear about Brown Sequard; he is a thoroughly good man,and told me it was worth while to come all the way to Oxford to hear theBishop pummelled.
[In the above-mentioned letter to the "Scotsman" of January 24 heexpresses his unfeigned satisfaction at the fulfilment of the threeobjects of his address, namely, to state fully and fairly hisconclusions, to avoid giving unnecessary offence, and thirdly,] "whilefeeling assured of the just and reasonable dealing of the respectablepart of the Scottish press, I naturally hoped for noisy injustice andunreason from the rest, seeing, as I did, the best security for thedissemination of my views through regions which they might not otherwisereach, in the certainty of a violent attack by [the 'Witness'."
The applause of the audience, he says, afforded him genuinesatisfaction,] "because it bids me continue in the faith on which Iacted, that a man who speaks out honestly and fearlessly that which heknows, and that which he believes, will always enlist the good-will andthe respect, however much he may fail in winning the assent, of hisfellow-men."
[About this time a new field of interest was opened out to him, closelyconnected with, indeed, and completing, the ape question. Sir CharlesLyell was engaged in writing his "Antiquity of Man," and asked Huxley tosupply him with various anatomical data touching the ape question, andlater to draw him a diagram illustrating the peculiarities of the newlydiscovered Neanderthal skull as compared with other skulls. He pointsout in his letters to Lyell that the range of cranial capacity betweenthe highest and the lowest German—"one of the mediatised princes, Isuppose" [The minor princes of Germany, whose territories were annexedto larger states, and who thus exchanged a direct for a mediate share inthe imperial government.—or the Himalayan or Peruvian, is almost 100per cent; in absolute amount twice as much as the difference betweenthat of the largest simian and the smallest human capacity, so that inseeking an ordinal difference between man and the apes, "it wouldcertainly be well to let go the head, though I am afraid it does notmend matters much to lay hold of the foot."
And on January 25, 1862:—]
I have been skull-measuring all day at the College of Surgeons. TheNEANDERTHAL SKULL may be described as a slightly exaggeratedmodification of one of the two types (and the lower) of Australianskulls.
After the fashion of accounting for the elephant of old, I suppose itwill be said that it was imported. But luckily the differences, thoughonly of degree, are rather too marked for this hypothesis.
I only wish I had a clear six months to work at the subject. Little didI dream what the undertaking to arrange your three woodcuts would leadto. It will come in the long-run, I believe, to a new ethnologicalmethod, new modes of measurement, a new datum line, and new methods ofregistration.
If one had but two heads and neither required sleep!
[One immediate result of his investigations, which appeared in a lectureat the Royal Institution (February 7, 1862), "On the Fossil Remains ofMan," was incorporated in "Man's Place in Nature." But a more importantconsequence of this impulse was that he went seriously into the study ofEthnology. Of his work in this branch of natural science, ProfessorVirchow, speaking at the dinner given him by the English medicalprofession on October 5, 1898, declared that in the eyes of Germansavants it alone would suffice to secure immortal reverence for hisname.
The concluding stage in the long controversy raised first at Oxford, wasthe British Association meeting at Cambridge in 1862. It was here thatProfessor (afterwards Sir W.H.) Flower made his public demonstration ofthe existence in apes of the cerebral characters said to be peculiar toman.
From the 1st to the 9th of October Huxley stayed at Cambridge as theguest of Professor Fawcett at Trinity Hall, running over to Felixstow onthe 5th to see his wife, whose health did not allow her to accompanyhim.
As President of Section D he had a good deal to do, and he describes thecourse of events in a letter to Darwin:—]
26 Abbey Place, October 9, 1862.
My dear Darwin,
It is a source of sincere pleasure to me to learn that anything I cansay or do is a pleasure to you, and I was therefore very glad to getyour letter at that whirligig of an association meeting the other day.We all missed you, but I think it was as well you did not come, forthough I am pretty tough, as you know, I found the pace rather killing.Nothing could exceed the hospitality and kindness of the Universitypeople—and that, together with a great deal of speaking on the top of avery bad cold, which I contrived to catch just before going down, hassomewhat used me up.
Owen came down with the obvious intention of attacking me on all points.Each of his papers was an attack, and he went so far as to offer stupidand unnecessary opposition to proposals of mine in my own committee.However, he got himself sold at all points…The Polypterus paper andthe Aye-Aye paper fell flat. The latter was meant to raise a discussionon your views, but it was all a stale hash, and I only made some halfsarcastic remarks which stopped any further attempts at discussion…
I took my book to Scotland but did nothing. I shall ask leave to sendyou a bit or two as I get on.
Ever yours,
T.H. Huxley.
A "Society for the propagation of common honesty in all parts of theworld" was established at Cambridge. I want you to belong to it, but Iwill say more about it by and by.
[This admirable society, which was also to "search for scientific truth,especially in biology," seems to have been but short lived. At allevents, I can find only two references to subsequent meetings, onOctober 7 and December 19 in this year.
A few days later a final blow was struck in the battle over the apequestion. He writes on October 15 how he has written a letter to the"Medical Times"—his last word on the subject, summing up in mostemphatic terms:—]
I have written the letter with the greatest care, and there is nothingcoarse or violent in it. But it shall put an end to all the humbug thathas been going on…Rolleston will come out with his letter in the samenumber, and the smash will be awful, but most thoroughly merited.
[These several pieces of work, struck out at different times in responseto various impulses, were now combined and re-shaped into "Man's Placein Nature," the first book which was published by him. Thus he writes toSir Charles Lyell on May 5, 1862:—]
Of course I shall be delighted to discuss anything with you [Referringto the address on "Geological Contemporaneity" delivered in 1862 at theGeological Society.], and the more so as I mean to put the wholequestion before the world in another shape in my little book, whosetitle is announced as "Evidences as to Man's Place in Nature." I havewritten the first two essays, the second containing the substance of myEdinburgh Lecture. I recollect you once asked me for something to quoteon the Man question, so if you want anything in that way the MS. is atyour service.
[Lyell looked over the proofs, and the following letters are in reply tohis criticisms:—]
Ardrishaig, Loch Fyne, August 17, 1862.
My dear Sir Charles,
I take advantage of my first quiet day to reply to your letter of the9th; and in the first place let me thank you very much for your criticalremarks, as I shall find them of great service.
With regard to such matters as verbal mistakes, you must recollect thatthe greater part of the proof was wholly uncorrected. But the readermight certainly do his work better. I do not think you will find room tocomplain of any want of distinctness in my definition of Owen's positiontouching the Hippocampus question. I mean to give the whole history ofthe business in a note, so that the paraphrase of Sir Philip Egerton'sline "To which Huxley replies that Owen he lies," shall be unmistakable.
I will take care about the Cheiroptera, and I will look at Lamarckagain. But I doubt if I shall improve my estimate of the latter. Thenotion of common descent was not his—still less that of modification byvariation—and he was as far as De Maillet from seeing his way to anyvera causa by which varieties might be intensified into species.
If Darwin is right about natural selection—the discovery of this veracausa sets him to my mind in a different region altogether from all hispredecessors—and I should no more call his doctrine a modification ofLamarck's than I should call the Newtonian theory of the celestialmotions a modification of the Ptolemaic system. Ptolemy imagined a modeof explaining those motions. Newton proved their necessity from the lawsand a force demonstrably in operation. If he is only right Darwin will,I think, take his place with such men as Harvey, and even if he is wronghis sobriety and accuracy of thought will put him on a far differentlevel from Lamarck. I want to make this clear to people.
I am disposed to agree with you about the "emasculate" and"uncircumcised"-partly for your reasons, partly because I believe it isan excellent rule always to erase anything that strikes one asparticularly smart when writing it. But it is a great piece ofself-denial to abstain from expressing my peculiar antipathy to thepeople indicated, and I hope I shall be rewarded for the virtue.
As to the secondary causes I only wished to guard myself from beingunderstood to imply that I had any comprehension of the meaning of theterm. If my phrase looks naughty I will alter it. What I want is to beread, and therefore to give no unnecessary handle to the enemy. Therewill be row enough whatever I do.
Our Commission here [The Fishery Commission] implicates us in an inquiryof some difficulty, and which involves the interests of a great manypoor people. I am afraid it will not leave me very much leisure. But weare in the midst of a charming country, and the work is not unpleasantor uninteresting. If the sun would only shine more than once a week itwould be perfect.
With kind remembrances to Lady Lyell, believe me, faithfully yours,
T.H. Huxley.
We shall be here for the next ten days at least. But my wife will alwaysknow my whereabouts.
Jermyn Street, March 23, 1863.
My dear Sir Charles,
I suspect that the passage to which you refer must have been taken frommy unrevised proofs, for it corresponds very nearly with what is writtenat page 97 of my book.
Flower has recently discovered that the Siamang's brain affords an evenmore curious exception to the general rule than that of Mycetes, as thecerebral hemispheres leave part not only of the sides but of the hinderend of the cerebellum uncovered.
As it is one of the Anthropoid apes and yet differs in this respect farmore widely from the gorilla than the gorilla differs from man, itoffers a charming example of the value of cerebral characters.
Flower publishes a paper on the subject in the forthcoming number of the
"N. H. Review."
Might it not be well to allude to the fact that the existence of theposterior lobe, posterior cornu, and hippocampus in the Orang has beenpublicly demonstrated to an audience of experts at the College ofSurgeons?
Ever yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
[The success of "Man's Place" was immediate, despite such criticisms asthat of the "Athenaeum" that "Lyell's object is to make man old,Huxley's to degrade him." By the middle of February it reached itssecond thousand; in July it is heard of as republished in America; atthe same time L. Buchner writes that he wished to translate it intoGerman, but finds himself forestalled by Victor Carus. From anotheraspect, Lord Enniskillen, thanking him for the book, says (March 3), "Ibelieve you are already excommunicated by book, bell, and candle," whilein an undated note, Bollaert writes, "The Bishop of Oxford the other dayspoke about 'the church having been in danger of late, by such books asColenso's, but that it (the church) was now restored.' And this at atime, he might have added, when the works of Darwin, Lyell, and Huxleyare torn from the hands of Mudie's shopmen, as if they were novels—(see"Daily Telegraph," April 10)."
At the same time, the impression left by his work upon the minds of theleading men of science may be judged from a few words of Sir CharlesLyell, who writes to a friend on March 15, 1863 ("Life and Letters" 2366):—
Huxley's second thousand is going off well. If he had leisure like youand me, and the vigour and logic of the lectures, and his address to theGeological Society, and half a dozen other recent works (letters to the"Times" on Darwin, etc.), had been all in one book, what a position hewould occupy! I entreated him not to undertake the "Natural HistoryReview" before it began. The responsibility all falls on the man ofchief energy and talent; it is a quarterly mischief, and will end inknocking him up.
A similar estimate appears from an earlier letter of March 11, 1859
("Life and Letters" 2 321), when he quotes Huxley's opinion of Mansel's
Bampton Lectures on the "Limits of Religious Thought":—
A friend of mine, Huxley, who will soon take rank as one of the firstnaturalists we have ever produced, begged me to read these sermons asfirst rate,] "although, regarding the author as a churchman, you willprobably compare him, as I did, to the drunken fellow in Hogarth'scontested election, who is sawing through the signpost at the otherparty's public-house, forgetting he is sitting at the other end of it.But read them as a piece of clear and unanswerable reasoning."
[In the 1894 preface to the re-issue of "Man's Place" in the CollectedEssays, Huxley speaks as follows of the warnings he received againstpublishing on so dangerous a topic, of the storm which broke upon hishead, and the small result which, in the long run, it produced (InSeptember 1887 he wrote to Mr. Edward Clodd—]"All the propositions laiddown in the wicked book, which was so well anathematised a quarter of acentury ago, are now taught in the text-books. What a droll world itis!"):—
Magna est veritas et praevalebit! Truth is great, certainly, butconsidering her greatness, it is curious what a long time she is apt totake about prevailing. When, towards the end of 1862, I had finishedwriting "Man's Place in Nature," I could say with a good conscience thatmy conclusions "had not been formed hastily or enunciated crudely." Ithought I had earned the right to publish them, and even fancied I mightbe thanked rather than reproved for doing so. However, in my anxiety topublish nothing erroneous, I asked a highly competent anatomist and verygood friend of mine to look through my proofs, and, if he could, pointout any errors of fact. I was well pleased when he returned them withoutcriticism on that score; but my satisfaction was speedily dashed by thevery earnest warning as to the consequences of publication, which myfriend's interest in my welfare led him to give. But, as I haveconfessed elsewhere, when I was a young man, there was just a little—amere soupcon—in my composition of that tenacity of purpose which hasanother name; and I felt sure that all the evil things prophesied wouldnot be so painful to me as the giving up that which I had resolved todo, upon grounds which I conceived to be right. [(As to this advice notto publish "Man's Place" for fear of misrepresentation on the score ofmorals, he said, in criticising an attack of this sort made upon Darwinin the "Quarterly" for July 1876:—] "It seemed to me, however, that aman of science has no raison d'etre at all, unless he is willing to facemuch greater risks than these for the sake of that which he believes tobe true; and further, that to a man of science such risks do not countfor much—that they are by no means so serious as they are to a man ofletters, for example.") So the book came out; and I must do my friendthe justice to say that his forecast was completely justified. TheBoreas of criticism blew his hardest blasts of misrepresentation andridicule for some years, and I was even as one of the wicked. Indeed, itsurprises me at times to think how anyone who had sunk so low couldsince have emerged into, at any rate, relative respectability.Personally, like the non-corvine personages in the Ingoldsby legend, Idid not feel "one penny the worse." Translated into several languages,the book reached a wider public than I had ever hoped for; being largelyhelped, I imagine, by the Ernulphine advertisements to which I referred.It has had the honour of being freely utilised without acknowledgment bywriters of repute; and finally it achieved the fate, which is theeuthanasia of a scientific work, of being inclosed among the rubble ofthe foundations of later knowledge, and forgotten.
To my observation, human nature has not sensibly changed during the lastthirty years. I doubt not that there are truths as plainly obvious andas generally denied as those contained in "Man's Place in Nature," nowawaiting enunciation. If there is a young man of the present generationwho has taken as much trouble as I did to assure himself that they aretruths, let him come out with them, without troubling his head about thebarking of the dogs of St. Ernulphus. Veritas praevalebit—some day; andeven if she does not prevail in his time, he himself will be all thebetter and wiser for having tried to help her. And let him recollectthat such great reward is full payment for all his labour and pains.
[The following letter refers to the newly published "Man's Place in
Nature." Miss H. Darwin had suggested a couple of corrections:—]
Jermyn Street, February 25, 1863.
My dear Darwin,
Please to say to Miss Henrietta Minos Rhadamanthus Darwin that I pleadguilty to the justice of both criticisms, and throw myself on the mercyof the court.
As extenuating circumstances with respect to indictment Number 1, seeprefatory notice. Extenuating circumstance Number 2—that I picked up"Atavism" in Pritchard years ago, and as it is a much more convenientword than "Hereditary transmission of variations," it slipped intoequivalence in my mind, and I forgot all about the original limitation.
But if these excuses should in your judgment tend to aggravate myoffences, suppress 'em like a friend. One may always hope more from alady's tender-heartedness than from her sense of justice.
Publisher has just sent to say that I must give him any corrections forsecond thousand of my booklet immediately.
Why did not Miss Etty send any critical remarks on that subject by thesame post? I should be most immensely obliged for them.
Ever yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
[During this period of special work at the anthropological side of theEvolution theory, Huxley made two important contributions to the generalquestion.
As secretary of the Geological Society, the duty of delivering theanniversary address in 1862 fell to him in the absence of the president,Leonard Horner, who had been driven by ill-health to winter in Italy.
The object at which he aimed appears from the postscript of a brief noteof February 19, 1862, to Hooker:—]
I am writing the body of the address, and I am going to criticisePaleontological doctrines in general in a way that will flutter theirnerves considerable.
Darwin is met everywhere with—Oh this is opposed to paleontology, orthat is opposed to paleontology—and I mean to turn round and ask, "Now,messieurs les Paleontologues, what the devil DO you really know?"
I have not changed sex, although the postscript is longer than theletter.
[The delivery of the address itself on February 21 (On "Geological
Contemporaneity" ("Collected Essays" 8 292).) is thus described by Sir
Charles Lyell (To a note of whose, proposing a talk over the subject,
Huxley replies on May 5], "I am very glad you find something to think
about in my address. That is the best of all praise.") [("Life and
Letters" 2 356):—
Huxley delivered a brilliant critical discourse on what paleontology hasand has not done, and proved the value of negative evidence, how muchthe progressive development system has been pushed too far, how littlecan be said in favour of Owen's more generalised types when we go backto the vertebrata and in vertebrata of remote ages, the persistency ofmany forms high and low throughout time, how little we know of thebeginning of life upon the earth, how often events calledcontemporaneous in Geology are applied to things which, instead ofcoinciding in time, may have happened ten millions of years apart, etc.;and a masterly sketch comparing the past and present in almost everyclass in zoology, and sometimes of botany cited from Hooker, which hesaid he had done because it was useful to look into the cellars and seehow much gold there was there, and whether the quantity of bullionjustified such an enormous circulation of paper. I never remember anaddress listened to with such applause, though there were many privateprotests against some of his bold opinions.
The dinner at Willis's was well attended; I should think eighty or morepresent…and late in the evening Huxley made them merry by a sort ofmock-modest speech.]
Jermyn Street, May 6, 1862.
My dear Darwin,
I was very glad to get your note about my address. I profess to be agreat stoic, you know, but there are some people from whom I am glad toget a pat on the back. Still I am not quite content with that, and Iwant to know what you think of the argument—whether you agree with whatI say about contemporaneity or not, and whether you are prepared toadmit—as I think your views compel you to do—that the whole GeologicalRecord is only the skimmings of the pot of life.
Furthermore, I want you to chuckle with me over the notion I find agreat many people entertain—that the address is dead against yourviews. The fact being, as they will by and by wake up [to] see thatyours is the only hypothesis which is not negatived by the facts,—oneof its great merits being that it allows not only of indefinite standingstill, but of indefinite retrogression.
I am going to try to work the whole argument into an intelligible formfor the general public as a chapter in my forthcoming "Evidence" (onehalf of which I am happy to say is now written) ["Evidence as to Man'sPlace in Nature."], so I shall be very glad of any criticisms or hints.
Since I saw you—indeed, from the following Tuesday onwards—I haveamused myself by spending ten days or so in bed. I had an unaccountableprostration of strength which they called influenza, but which, Ibelieve, was nothing but some obstruction in the liver.
Of course I can't persuade people of this, and they will have it that itis overwork. I have come to the conviction, however, that steady workhurts nobody, the real destroyer of hardworking men being not theirwork, but dinners, late hours, and the universal humbug and excitementof society.
I mean to get out of all that and keep out of it.
Ever yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
[The other contribution to the general question was his Working Men'sLectures for 1862. As he writes to Darwin on October 10—] "I can't findanything to talk to the working men about this year but your book. Imean to give them a commentary a la Coke upon Lyttleton."
[The lectures to working men here referred to, six in number, were dulydelivered once a week from November 10 onwards, and published in theform of as many little pamphlets. Appearing under the general title, "Onour Knowledge of the Causes of the Phenomena of Organic Nature," theywound up with a critical examination of the portion of Mr. Darwin's work"On the Origin of Species," in relation to the complete theory of thecauses of organic nature.
Jermyn Street, December 2, 1862.
My dear Darwin,
I send you by this post three of my working men's lectures now in courseof delivery. As you will see by the prefatory notice, I was asked toallow them to be taken down in shorthand for the use of the audience,but I have no interest in them, and do not desire or intend that theyshould be widely circulated.
Sometime hence, may be, I may revise and illustrate them, and make theminto a book as a sort of popular exposition of your views, or at anyrate of my version of your views.
There really is nothing new in them nor anything worth your attention,but if in glancing over them at any time you should see anything toobject to, I should like to know.
I am very hard worked just now—six lectures a week, and no end of otherthings—but as vigorous as a three-year old. Somebody told me you hadbeen ill, but I hope it was fiction, and that you and Mrs. Darwin andall your belongings are flourishing.
Ever yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
[In reply, Darwin writes on December 10:—
I agree entirely with all your reservations about accepting thedoctrine, and you might have gone further with perfect safety andtruth…
Touching the "Natural History Review," "Do inaugurate a greatimprovement, and have pages cut, like the Yankees do; I will heapblessings on your head."
And again, December 18:—
I have read Numbers 4 and 5. They are simply perfect. They ought to belargely advertised; but it is very good in me to say so, for I threwdown Number 4 with this reflection, "What is the good of my writing athundering big book, when everything is in this green little book sodespicable for its size?" In the name of all that is good and bad I mayas well shut up shop altogether.
These lectures met with an annoying amount of success. They were notcast into permanent form, for he grudged the time necessary to preparethem for the press. However, he gave a Mr. Hardwicke permission to takethem down in shorthand as delivered for the use of the audience. But nosooner were they printed, than they had a large sale. Writing to SirJ.D. Hooker early in the following month, he says:]
I fully meant to have sent you all the successive lectures as they cameout, and I forward a set with all manner of apologies for mydelinquency. I am such a 'umble-minded party that I never imagined thelectures as delivered would be worth bringing out at all, and I knew Ihad no time to work them out. Now, I lament I did not publish themmyself and turn an honest penny by them as I suspect Hardwicke is doing.He is advertising them everywhere, confound him.
I wish when you have read them you would tell me whether you think itwould be worthwhile for me to re-edit, enlarge, and illustrate them byand by.
[And on January 28 Sir Charles Lyell writes to him:—
I do grudge Hardwicke very much having not only the publisher's but theauthor's profits. It so often happens that popular lectures designed fora class and inspired by an attentive audience's sympathy are better thanany writing in the closet for the purpose of educating the many asreaders, and of remunerating the publisher and author. I would lose notime in considering well what steps to take to rescue the copyright ofthe third thousand.
As for the value of the work thus done in support of Darwin's theory, itis worth while quoting the words of Lord Kelvin, when, as President ofthe Royal Society in 1894, it fell to him to award Huxley the DarwinMedal:—
To the world at large, perhaps, Mr. Huxley's share in moulding thethesis of NATURAL SELECTION is less well-known than is his boldunwearied exposition and defence of it after it had been made public.And, indeed, a speculative trifler, revelling in the problems of the"might have been," would find a congenial theme in the inquiry how soonwhat we now call "Darwinism" would have met with the acceptance withwhich it has met, and gained the power which it has gained, had it notbeen for the brilliant advocacy with which in its early days it wasexpounded to all classes of men.
That advocacy had one striking mark: while it made or strove to makeclear how deep the new view went down, and how far it reached, it nevershrank from trying to make equally clear the limit beyond which it couldnot go.]
CHAPTER 1.16.
1860-1861.
[The letters given in the following chapters illustrate the occupationsand interests of the years 1860 to 1863, apart from the struggle overthe species question.
One of the most important and most engrossing was the launching of ascientific quarterly to do more systematically and thoroughly what hadbeen done since 1858 in the fortnightly scientific column of the"Saturday Review." Its genesis is explained in the following letter:—]
July 17, 1860.
My dear Hooker,
Some time ago Dr. Wright of Dublin talked to me about the "NaturalHistory Review," which I believe to a great extent belongs to him, andwanted me to join in the editorship, provided certain alterations weremade. I promised to consider the matter, and yesterday he and Greenedined with me, and I learned that Haughton and Galbraith were out of thereview—that Harvey was likely to go—that a new series was to begin inJanuary, with Williams and Norgate for publishers over here—that it wasto become an English and not a Hibernian concern in fact—and finally,that if I chose to join as one of the editors, the effectual controlwould be pretty much in my own hands. Now, considering the state of thetimes, and the low condition of natural history journalisation (alwaysexcepting quarterly "Mic. Journal") in this country this seems to me tobe a fine opening for a plastically minded young man, and I am decidedlyinclined to close with the offer, though I shall get nothing but extrawork by it.
To limit the amount of this extra work, however, I must get co-editors,and I have written to Lubbock and to Rolleston (also plastically mindedyoung men) to see if they will join. Now up to this point you have beenin a horrid state of disgust, because you thought I was going to ask younext. But I am not, for rejoiced as I should be to have you, I know youhave heaps of better work to do, and hate journalism.
But can you tell me of any plastic young botanist who would come in allthere glory and no pay, though I think pay may be got if the concern isproperly worked. How about Oliver?
And though you can't and won't be an editor yourself, won't you help usand pat us on the back?
The tone of the "Review" will be mildly episcopophagous, and you andDarwin and Lyell will have a fine opportunity if you wish it of slayingyour adversaries.
Ever yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
[Several of his elder friends tried to dissuade him from an undertakingwhich would inevitably distract him from his proper work. Sir CharlesLyell prophesied that all the work would drift to the most energeticmember of the staff, and Huxley writes to Hooker, August 2, 1860:—]
Darwin wrote me a very kind expostulation about it, telling me I oughtnot to waste myself on other than original work. In reply, however, Iassured him that I MUST waste myself willy-nilly, and that the "Review"was only a save-all.
The more I think of it the more it seems to me it ought to answer ifproperly conducted, and it ought to be of great use.
[The first number appeared in January 1861. Writing on the 6th, Huxleysays:—]
It is pleasant to get such expressions of opinion as I have had fromLyell and Darwin about the Review. They make me quite hopeful about itsprosperity, as I am sure we shall be able to do better than our firstnumber.
[It was not long, however, before Lyell's prophecy began to come true.
In June Huxley writes:—]
It is no use letting other people look after the journal. I find unless
I revise every page of it, it goes wrong.
[But in July 1863 he definitely ceased to contribute:—]
I did not foresee all this crush of work [he writes], when the "Review"was first started, or I should not have pledged myself to any share insupplying it. [Moreover, with the appointment of paid editors that year,it seemed to him] that the working editors with the credit and pay musttake the responsibility of all the commissariat of the "Review" upontheir shoulders.
Two years later, in 1865, the "Review" came to an end. As Mr. Murray,the publisher, remarked, quarterlies did not pay; and this quarterlybecame still more financially unsound after the over-worked volunteers,who both edited and contributed, gave place to paid editors.
But Huxley was not satisfied with one defeat. The quarterly scheme hadfailed; he now tried if he could not serve science better by returningto a more frequent and more popular form of periodical. From 1863 to1866 he was concerned with the "Reader," a weekly issue (The committeealso included Professor Cairns, F. Galton, W.F. Pollock, and J.Tyndall.); but this also was too heavy a burden to be borne in additionto his other work. However, the labour expended in these ventures wasnot wholly thrown away. The experience thus gained at last enabled thepresent Sir Norman Lockyer, who acted as science editor for the"Reader," to realise what had so long been aimed at by the establishmentof "Nature" in 1869.
Apart from his contributions to the species question and the foundationof a scientific review, Huxley published in 1860 only two specialmonographs ("On Jacare and Caiman," and "On the Mouth and Pharynx of theScorpion," already mentioned as read in the previous year), but he read"Further Observations on Pyrosoma" at the Linnean Society, and was busywith paleontological work, the results of which appeared in three papersthe following year, the most important of which was the Memoir called a"Preliminary Essay on the Arrangement of the Devonian Fishes," in thereport of the Geological Survey, "which," says Sir M. Foster, "thoughentitled a Preliminary Essay, threw an entirely new light on theaffinities of these creatures, and, with the continuation publishedlater, in 1866, still remains a standard work."
The question of the admission of ladies to the learned societies wasalready being mooted, and a letter to Sir Charles Lyell gives his ideasthus early not only on this point, but on the general question ofwomen's education.]
March 17, 1860.
My dear Sir Charles,
To use the only forcible expression, I "twig" your meaning perfectly,but I venture to think the parable does not apply. For the GeologicalSociety is not, to my mind, a place of education for students, but aplace of discussion for adepts; and the more it is applied to the formerpurpose the less competent it must become to fulfil the latter—itsprimary and most important object.
I am far from wishing to place any obstacle in the way of theintellectual advancement and development of women. On the contrary, Idon't see how we are to make any permanent advancement while one-half ofthe race is sunk, as nine-tenths of women are, in mere ignorantparsonese superstitions; and to show you that my ideas are practical Ihave fully made up my mind, if I can carry out my own plans, to give mydaughters the same training in physical science as their brother willget, so long as he is a boy. They, at any rate, shall not be got up asman-traps for the matrimonial market. If other people would do the likethe next generation would see women fit to be the companions of men inall their pursuits—though I don't think that men have anything to fearfrom their competition. But you know as well as I do that other peoplewon't do the like, and five-sixths of women will stop in the doll stageof evolution to be the stronghold of parsondom, the drag oncivilisation, the degradation of every important pursuit with which theymix themselves—"intrigues" in politics, and "friponnes" in science.
If my claws and beak are good for anything they shall be kept fromhindering the progress of any science I have to do with.
Ever yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
[Three letters to Mr. Spencer show that he had been reading andcriticising the proofs of the "First Principles." With regard to thesecond letter, which gives reasons for rejecting Mr. Spencer's remarksabout the power of inflation in birds during flight, it is curious tonote Mr. Spencer's reply:—
How oddly the antagonism comes out even when you are not conscious ofit! My authority was Owen! I heard him assign this cause for the fallingof wounded birds in one of his lectures at the College of Surgeons.]
14 Waverley Place, September 3, 1860.
My dear Spencer,
I return your proofs by this post. To my mind nothing can be better thantheir contents, whether in matter or in manner, and as my wife arrived,independently, at the same opinion, I think my judgment is notone-sided.
There is something calm and dignified about the tone of the whole—whicheminently befits a philosophical work which means to live—and nothingcan be more clear and forcible than the argument.
I rejoice that you have made a beginning, and such a beginning—for themore I think about it the more important it seems to me that somebodyshould think out into a connected system the loose notions that arefloating about more or less distinctly in all the best minds.
It seems as if all the thoughts in what you have written were my own,and yet I am conscious of the enormous difference your presentation ofthem makes in my intellectual state. One is thought in the state of hempyarn, and the other in the state of rope. Work away, then, excellentrope-maker, and make us more ropes to hold on against the devil and theparsons.
For myself I am absorbed in dogs—gone to the dogs in fact—having beenoccupied in dissecting them for the last fortnight. You do not say howyour health is.
Ever yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
September 19, 1860.
My dear Spencer,
You will forgive the delay which has occurred in forwarding your proofwhen I tell you that we have lost our poor little son, our pet and hope.You who knew him well, and know how his mother's heart and mine werewrapped up in him, will understand how great is our affliction. He wasattacked with a bad form of scarlet fever on Thursday night, and onSaturday night effusion on the brain set in suddenly and carried him offin a couple of hours. Jessie was taken ill on Friday, but has had thedisease quite lightly, and is doing well. The baby has escaped. So endmany hopes and plans—sadly enough, and yet not altogether bitterly. Foras the little fellow was our greatest joy so is the recollection of himan enduring consolation. It is a heavy payment, but I would buy the fouryears of him again at the same price. My wife bears up bravely.
I have read your proofs at intervals, and you must not suppose they havetroubled me. On the contrary they were at times the only things I couldattend to. I agree in the spirit of the whole perfectly. On some mattersof detail I had doubts which I am not at present clear-headed enough tothink out.
The only thing I object to in toto is the illustration which I havemarked at page 24. It is physically impossible that a bird's air-cellsshould be DISTENDED with air during flight, unless the structure of theparts is in reality different from anything which anatomists at presentknow. Blowing into the trachea is not to the point. A bird cannot blowinto its own trachea, and it has no mechanism for performing acorresponding action.
A bird's chest is essentially a pair of bellows in which the sternumduring rest and the back during flight act as movable wall. The aircells may all be represented as soft-walled bags opening freely into thebellows—there being, so far as anatomists yet know, no valves orcorresponding contrivances anywhere except at the glottis, whichcorresponds with the nozzle and air valve both, of our bellows. But theglottis is always opened when the chest is dilated at each inspiration.How then can the air in any air-cell be kept at a higher tension thanthe surrounding atmosphere?
Hunter experimented on the uses of the air sacs, I know, but I have nothis work at hand. It may be that opening one of the air-cells interfereswith flight, but I hold it very difficult to conceive that theinterference can take place in the way you suppose. How on earth is alark to sing for ten minutes together if the air-cells are to be keptdistended all the while he is up in the air?
At any rate twenty other illustrations will answer your purpose as well,so I would not select one which may be assailed by a carping fellow like
Yours very faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
October 10, 1860.
My dear Spencer [This was written at the time when Mr. Spencer hadissued a notice of discontinuance, and when measures were being taken toprevent it.],
"A wilful man must have his way," and if you won't let me contributetowards the material guarantees for the success of your book, I must becontent to add twelve shillings' worth of moral influence to that Ialready meant to exert per annum in its favour.
I shall be most glad henceforth, as ever, to help your great undertakingin any way I can. The more I contemplate its issues the more importantdoes it seem to me to be, and I assure you that I look upon its successas the business of all of us. So that if it were not a pleasure I shouldfeel it a duty to "push behind" as hard as I can.
Have you seen this quarter's "Westminster?" The opening article on"Neo-Christianity" is one of the most remarkable essays in its way Ihave ever read. I suppose it must be Newman's. The "Review" is terriblyunequal, some of the other articles being absolutely ungrammaticallywritten. What a pity it is it cannot be thoroughly organised.
My wife is a little better, but she is terribly shattered. By the timeyou come back we shall, I hope, have reverted from our present hospitalcondition to our normal arrangements, but in any case we shall be gladto see you.
Ever yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
[The following is, I think, the first reference to his fastidiousness inthe literary expression and artistic completeness of his work. As hesaid in an after-dinner speech at a meeting in aid of the Literary Fund,"Science and literature are not two things, but two sides of one thing."Anything that was to be published he subjected to repeated revision. Andthus, apologising to Hooker for his absence, he writes (August 2,1860):—]
I was sorry to have to send an excuse by Tyndall the other day, but Ifound I must finish the Pyrosoma paper, and all last Tuesday was devotedto it, and I fear the next after will have the like fate.
It constantly becomes more and more difficult to me to FINISH thingssatisfactorily.
[To Hooker also he writes a few days later:—]
I hope your ear is better; take care of yourself, there's a good fellow.I can't do without you these twenty years. We have a devil of a lot todo in the way of smiting the Amalekites.
[Between two men who seldom spoke of their feelings, but let constantintercourse attest them, these words show more than the practical sideof their friendship, their community of aims and interests. Quick,strong-willed, and determined as they both were, the fact that theycould work together for over forty years without the shadow of amisunderstanding, presupposes an unusually strong friendship firmlybased upon mutual trust and respect as well as liking, the beginning ofwhich Sir J. Hooker thus describes:—
My first meeting your father was in 1851, shortly after his return fromthe "Rattlesnake" voyage with Captain Stanley. Hearing that I had paidsome attention to marine zoology during the voyage of the AntarcticExpedition, he was desirous of showing me the results of his studies ofthe Oceanic Hydrozoa, and he sought me out in consequence. This and thefact that we had both embarked in the Naval service in the same capacityas medical officers and with the same object of scientific research,naturally led to an intimacy which was undisturbed by a shadow of amisunderstanding for nearly forty-five following years. Curiouslyenough, our intercourse might have dated from an earlier period bynearly six years had I accepted an appointment to the "Rattlesnake"offered me by Captain Stanley, which, but for my having arranged for ajourney to India, might have been accepted.
Returning to the purpose of our interview, the researches Mr. Huxleylaid before me were chiefly those on the Salpae, a much misunderstoodgroup of marine Hydrozoa. Of these I had amused myself with makingdrawings during the long and often weary months passed at sea on boardthe "Erebus," but having other subjects to attend to, I had made nofurther study of them than as consumers of the vegetable life (Diatoms)of the Antarctic Ocean. Hence his observations on their life-history,habits, and affinities were on almost all points a revelation to me, andI could not fail to recognise in their author all the qualitiespossessed by a naturalist of commanding ability, industry, and power ofexposition. Our interviews, thus commenced, soon ripened into afriendship, which led to an arrangement for a monthly meeting, and inthe informal establishment of a club of nine, the other members of whichwere, Mr. Busk, Dr. Frankland, Mr. Hirst, Sir J. Lubbock, Mr. HerbertSpencer, Dr. Tyndall, and Mr. Spottiswoode.
Just a month after this letter to his friend, the same year which hadfirst brought Huxley public recognition outside his special spherebrought him also the greatest sorrow perhaps of his whole life. I havealready spoken of the sudden death of the little son in whom so much ofhis own and his wife's happiness was centred. The suddenness of the blowmade it all the more crushing, and the mental strain, intensified by thesight of his wife's inconsolable grief, brought him perilously near acomplete breakdown. But the birth of another son, on December 11, gavethe mother some comfort; and as the result of a friendly conspiracybetween her and Dr. Tyndall, Huxley himself was carried off for a week'sclimbing in Wales between Christmas and the New Year.
His reply to a long letter of sympathy in which Charles Kingsley setforth the grounds of his own philosophy as to the ends of life and thehope of immortality, affords insight into the very depths of his nature.It is a rare outburst at a moment of intense feeling, in which, morecompletely than in almost any other writing of his, intellectualclearness and moral fire are to be seen uniting in a veritable passionfor truth:—]
14, Waverley Place, September 23, 1860.
My dear Kingsley,
I cannot sufficiently thank you, both on my wife's account and my own,for your long and frank letter, and for all the hearty sympathy which itexhibits—and Mrs. Kingsley will, I hope, believe that we are no lesssensible of her kind thought of us. To myself your letter was especiallyvaluable, as it touched upon what I thought even more than upon what Isaid in my letter to you. My convictions, positive and negative, on allthe matters of which you speak, are of long and slow growth and arefirmly rooted. But the great blow which fell upon me seemed to stir themto their foundation, and had I lived a couple of centuries earlier Icould have fancied a devil scoffing at me and them—and asking me whatprofit it was to have stripped myself of the hopes and consolations ofthe mass of mankind? To which my only reply was and is—Oh devil! truthis better than much profit. I have searched over the grounds of mybelief, and if wife and child and name and fame were all to be lost tome one after the other as the penalty, still I will not lie.
And now I feel that it is due to you to speak as frankly as you havedone to me. An old and worthy friend of mine tried some three or fouryears ago to bring us together—because, as he said, you were the onlyman who would do me any good. Your letter leads me to think he wasright, though not perhaps in the sense he attached to his own words.
To begin with the great doctrine you discuss. I neither deny nor affirmthe immortality of man. I see no reason for believing in it, but, on theother hand, I have no means of disproving it.
Pray understand that I have no a priori objections to the doctrine. Noman who has to deal daily and hourly with nature can trouble himselfabout a priori difficulties. Give me such evidence as would justify mein believing anything else, and I will believe that. Why should I not?It is not half so wonderful as the conservation of force, or theindestructibility of matter. Whoso clearly appreciates all that isimplied in the falling of a stone can have no difficulty about anydoctrine simply on account of its marvellousness. But the longer I live,the more obvious it is to me that the most sacred act of a man's life isto say and to feel, "I believe such and such to be true." All thegreatest rewards and all the heaviest penalties of existence cling aboutthat act. The universe is one and the same throughout; and if thecondition of my success in unravelling some little difficulty of anatomyor physiology is that I shall rigorously refuse to put faith in thatwhich does not rest on sufficient evidence, I cannot believe that thegreat mysteries of existence will be laid open to me on other terms. Itis no use to talk to me of analogies and probabilities. I know what Imean when I say I believe in the law of the inverse squares, and I willnot rest my life and my hopes upon weaker convictions. I dare not if Iwould.
Measured by this standard, what becomes of the doctrine of immortality?
You rest in your strong conviction of your personal existence, and inthe instinct of the persistence of that existence which is so strong inyou as in most men.
To me this is as nothing. That my personality is the surest thing Iknow—may be true. But the attempt to conceive what it is leads me intomere verbal subtleties. I have champed up all that chaff about the egoand the non-ego, about noumena and phenomena, and all the rest of it,too often not to know that in attempting even to think of thesequestions, the human intellect flounders at once out of its depth.
It must be twenty years since, a boy, I read Hamilton's essay on theunconditioned, and from that time to this, ontological speculation hasbeen a folly to me. When Mansel took up Hamilton's argument on the sideof orthodoxy (!) I said he reminded me of nothing so much as the man whois sawing off the sign on which he is sitting, in Hogarth's picture. Butthis by the way.
I cannot conceive of my personality as a thing apart from the phenomenaof my life. When I try to form such a conception I discover that, asColeridge would have said, I only hypostatise a word, and it altersnothing if, with Fichte, I suppose the universe to be nothing but amanifestation of my personality. I am neither more nor less eternal thanI was before.
Nor does the infinite difference between myself and the animals alterthe case. I do not know whether the animals persist after they disappearor not. I do not even know whether the infinite difference between usand them may not be compensated by THEIR persistence and MY cessationafter apparent death, just as the humble bulb of an annual lives, whilethe glorious flowers it has put forth die away.
Surely it must be plain that an ingenious man could speculate withoutend on both sides, and find analogies for all his dreams. Nor does ithelp me to tell me that the aspirations of mankind—that my own highestaspirations even—lead me towards the doctrine of immortality. I doubtthe fact, to begin with, but if it be so even, what is this but in grandwords asking me to believe a thing because I like it.
Science has taught to me the opposite lesson. She warns me to be carefulhow I adopt a view which jumps with my preconceptions, and to requirestronger evidence for such belief than for one to which I was previouslyhostile.
My business is to teach my aspirations to conform themselves to fact,not to try and make facts harmonise with my aspirations.
Science seems to me to teach in the highest and strongest manner thegreat truth which is embodied in the Christian conception of entiresurrender to the will of God. Sit down before fact as a little child, beprepared to give up every preconceived notion, follow humbly whereverand to whatever abysses nature leads, or you shall learn nothing. I haveonly begun to learn content and peace of mind since I have resolved atall risks to do this.
There are, however, other arguments commonly brought forward in favourof the immortality of man, which are to my mind not only delusive butmischievous. The one is the notion that the moral government of theworld is imperfect without a system of future rewards and punishments.The other is: that such a system is indispensable to practical morality.I believe that both these dogmas are very mischievous lies.
With respect to the first, I am no optimist, but I have the firmestbelief that the Divine Government (if we may use such a phrase toexpress the sum of the "customs of matter") is wholly just. The more Iknow intimately of the lives of other men (to say nothing of my own),the more obvious it is to me that the wicked does NOT flourish nor isthe righteous punished. But for this to be clear we must bear in mindwhat almost all forget, that the rewards of life are contingent uponobedience to the WHOLE law—physical as well as moral—and that moralobedience will not atone for physical sin, or vice versa.
The ledger of the Almighty is strictly kept, and every one of us has thebalance of his operations paid over to him at the end of every minute ofhis existence.
Life cannot exist without a certain conformity to the surroundinguniverse—that conformity involves a certain amount of happiness inexcess of pain. In short, as we live we are paid for living.
And it is to be recollected in view of the apparent discrepancy betweenmen's acts and their rewards that Nature is juster than we. She takesinto account what a man brings with him into the world, which humanjustice cannot do. If I, born a bloodthirsty and savage brute,inheriting these qualities from others, kill you, my fellow-men willvery justly hang me, but I shall not be visited with the horribleremorse which would be my real punishment if, my nature being higher, Ihad done the same thing.
The absolute justice of the system of things is as clear to me as anyscientific fact. The gravitation of sin to sorrow is as certain as thatof the earth to the sun, and more so—for experimental proof of the factis within reach of us all—nay, is before us all in our own lives, if wehad but the eyes to see it.
Not only, then, do I disbelieve in the need for compensation, but Ibelieve that the seeking for rewards and punishments out of this lifeleads men to a ruinous ignorance of the fact that their inevitablerewards and punishments are here.
If the expectation of hell hereafter can keep me from evil-doing, surelya fortiori the certainty of hell now will do so? If a man could befirmly impressed with the belief that stealing damaged him as much asswallowing arsenic would do (and it does), would not the dissuasiveforce of that belief be greater than that of any based on mere futureexpectations?
And this leads me to my other point.
As I stood behind the coffin of my little son the other day, with mymind bent on anything but disputation, the officiating minister read, asa part of his duty, the words, "If the dead rise not again, let us eatand drink, for to-morrow we die." I cannot tell you how inexpressiblythey shocked me. Paul had neither wife nor child, or he must have knownthat his alternative involved a blasphemy against all that was best andnoblest in human nature. I could have laughed with scorn. What! becauseI am face to face with irreparable loss, because I have given back tothe source from whence it came, the cause of a great happiness, stillretaining through all my life the blessings which have sprung and willspring from that cause, I am to renounce my manhood, and, howling,grovel in bestiality? Why, the very apes know better, and if you shoottheir young, the poor brutes grieve their grief out and do notimmediately seek distraction in a gorge.
Kicked into the world a boy without guide or training, or with worsethan none, I confess to my shame that few men have drunk deeper of allkinds of sin than I. Happily, my course was arrested in time—before Ihad earned absolute destruction—and for long years I have been slowlyand painfully climbing, with many a fall, towards better things. Andwhen I look back, what do I find to have been the agents of myredemption? The hope of immortality or of future reward? I can honestlysay that for these fourteen years such a consideration has not enteredmy head. No, I can tell you exactly what has been at work. "SartorResartus" led me to know that a deep sense of religion was compatiblewith the entire absence of theology. Secondly, science and her methodsgave me a resting-place independent of authority and tradition. Thirdly,love opened up to me a view of the sanctity of human nature, andimpressed me with a deep sense of responsibility.
If at this moment I am not a worn-out, debauched, useless carcass of aman, if it has been or will be my fate to advance the cause of science,if I feel that I have a shadow of a claim on the love of those about me,if in the supreme moment when I looked down into my boy's grave mysorrow was full of submission and without bitterness, it is becausethese agencies have worked upon me, and not because I have ever caredwhether my poor personality shall remain distinct for ever from the Allfrom whence it came and whither it goes.
And thus, my dear Kingsley, you will understand what my position is. Imay be quite wrong, and in that case I know I shall have to pay thepenalty for being wrong. But I can only say with Luther, "Gott helfemir, Ich kann nichts anders."
I know right well that 99 out of 100 of my fellows would call meatheist, infidel, and all the other usual hard names. As our laws stand,if the lowest thief steals my coat, my evidence (my opinions beingknown) would not be received against him. [The law with respect to oathswas reformed in 1869.]
But I cannot help it. One thing people shall not call me with justiceand that is—a liar. As you say of yourself, I too feel that I lackcourage; but if ever the occasion arises when I am bound to speak, Iwill not shame my boy.
I have spoken more openly and distinctly to you than I ever have to anyhuman being except my wife.
If you can show me that I err in premises or conclusion, I am ready togive up these as I would any other theories. But at any rate you will dome the justice to believe that I have not reached my conclusions withoutthe care befitting the momentous nature of the problems involved.
And I write this the more readily to you, because it is clear to me thatif that great and powerful instrument for good or evil, the Church ofEngland, is to be saved from being shivered into fragments by theadvancing tide of science—an event I should be very sorry to witness,but which will infallibly occur if men like Samuel of Oxford are to havethe guidance of her destinies—it must be by the efforts of men who,like yourself, see your way to the combination of the practice of theChurch with the spirit of science. Understand that all the younger menof science whom I know intimately are ESSENTIALLY of my way of thinking.(I know not a scoffer or an irreligious or an immoral man among them,but they all regard orthodoxy as you do Brahmanism.) Understand thatthis new school of the prophets is the only one that can work miracles,the only one that can constantly appeal to nature for evidence that itis right, and you will comprehend that it is of no use to try tobarricade us with shovel hats and aprons, or to talk about our doctrinesbeing "shocking."
I don't profess to understand the logic of yourself, Maurice, and therest of your school, but I have always said I would swear by yourtruthfulness and sincerity, and that good must come of your efforts. Themore plain this was to me, however, the more obvious the necessity tolet you see where the men of science are driving, and it has often beenin my mind to write to you before.
If I have spoken too plainly anywhere, or too abruptly, pardon me, anddo the like to me.
My wife thanks you very much for your volume of sermons.
Ever yours very faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
[A letter written in reply to the suggestion that he should carry outHooker's own good resolutions of keeping out of the turmoil of life, anddevoting himself to pure science, seems to indicate in its tonesomething of the stress of the time when it was written:—]
Jermyn Street, December 19, 1860.
My dear Hooker,
What with one thing and another, I have almost forgotten to answer yournote—and first, as to the business matter…Next as to my own privateaffairs, the youngster is "a swelling wisibly," and my wife is gettingon better than I hoped, though not quite so well as I could have wished.The boy's advent is a great blessing to her in all ways. For myself Ihardly know yet whether it is pleasure or pain. The ground has gone fromunder my feet once, and I hardly know how to rest on anything again.Irrational, you will say, but nevertheless natural. And finally as toyour resolutions, my holy pilgrim, they will be kept about as long asthe resolutions of other anchorites who are thrown into the busy world,or I won't say that, for assuredly you will take the world "as coolly asyou can," and so shall I. But that coolness amounts to the red heat ofproperly constructed mortals.
It is no use having any false modesty about the matter. You and I, if welast ten years longer, and you by a long while first, will be therepresentatives of our respective lines in this country. In thatcapacity we shall have certain duties to perform to ourselves, to theoutside world, and to science. We shall have to swallow praise which isno great pleasure, and to stand multitudinous basting and irritations,which will involve a good deal of unquestionable pain. Don't flatteryourself that there is any moral chloroform by which either you or I canrender ourselves insensible or acquire the habit of doing things coolly.It is assuredly of no great use to tear one's self to pieces before oneis fifty. But the alternative, for men constructed on the high pressuretubular boiler principle, like ourselves, is to lie still and let thedevil have his own way. And I will be torn to pieces before I am fortysooner than see that.
I have been privately trading on my misfortunes in order to get a littlepeace and quietness for a few months. If I can help it I don't mean todo any dining out this winter, and I have cut down Societies to theminimum of the Geological, from which I cannot get away.
But it won't do to keep this up too long. By and by one must drift intothe stream again, and then there is nothing for it but to pull like madunless we want to be run down by every collier.
I am going to do one sensible thing, however, viz. to rush down toLlanberis with Busk between Christmas Day and New Year's Day and get mylungs full of hill-air for the coming session.
I was at Down on Saturday and saw Darwin. He seems fairly well, and hisdaughter was up and looks better than I expected to see her.
Ever yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
[Meanwhile, he took the opportunity to make the child's birth a new linkwith his old friend, and wrote as follows :—]
14 Waverley Place, January 3, 1861.
My dear Hooker,
If I had nothing else to write about I must wish you a Happy New Yearand many on 'em; but, in fact, my wife and I have a great favour to askof you, which is neither more nor less than to stand godfather for ourlittle son. You know my opinions on these matters, and I would not askyou to do anything I would not do myself, so if you consent, the clerkshall tell all the lies for you, and you shall be asked to do nothingelse than to help devour the christening feed, and be as good a friendto the boy as you have been to his father.
My wife will have the youngster christened, although I am always in abad temper from the time it is talked about until the ceremony is over.The only way of turning the farce into a reality is by making it anextra bond with one's friends. On the other hand, if you have anyobjection to say, "all this I steadfastly believe," even by deputy, Iknow you will have no hesitation in saying so, and in giving me as franka refusal as my request. [As against his dislike of consenting to arite, to him meaningless, he was moved by a feeling which in partcorresponded to Descartes' morale par provision,—in part was anacknowledgment of the possibilities of individual development, making itonly fair to a child to give it a connection with the official spiritualorganisation of its country, which it could either ignore or continue onreaching intellectual maturity.]
Let me know if you have any fault to find with the new "Review." I thinkyou will see it would have been a dreadful business to translate all theGerman titles in the bibliography. I returned from a ramble aboutSnowdon with Busk and Tyndall on the 31st, all the better. My wife isdecidedly improved, though she mends but slowly.
Our best wishes to you and all yours.
Ever yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
Any fragments from the rich man's table for the next Number of "N.H.R.?"
14 Waverley Place, January 6, 1861.
My dear Hooker,
My wife and I were very pleased to get your hearty and kind acceptanceof Godfathership. We shall not call upon you for some time, I fancy, asthe mistress doesn't get strong very fast. However, I am only glad sheis well as she is. She came down yesterday for the first time.
It is very pleasant to get such expressions of opinion as I have hadfrom you, Lyell, and Darwin about the "Review." They make me quitehopeful about its prosperity, as I am sure we shall be able to do betterthan our first number.
I am glad you liked what I said in the opening of my article. [(In the"Natural History Review" 1861 page 67—]"The proof of his claim toindependent parentage will not change the brutishness of man's lowernature; nor, except in those valet souls who cannot see greatness intheir fellow because his father was a cobbler, will the demonstration ofa pithecoid pedigree one whit diminish man's divine right of kingshipover nature; nor lower the great and princely dignity of perfectmanhood, which is an order of nobility not inherited, but to be won byeach of us, so far as he consciously seeks good and avoids evil, andputs the faculties with which he is endowed to their fittest use.") Iwish not to be in any way confounded with the cynics who delight indegrading man, or with the common run of materialists, who think mind isany the lower for being a function of matter. I dislike them even morethan I do the pietists.
Some of these days I shall look up the ape question again, and go overthe rest of the organisation in the same way. But in order to get athorough grip of the question, I must examine into a good many pointsfor myself. The results, when they do come out, will, I foresee,astonish the natives.
I am cold-proof, and all the better for the Welsh trip. To say truth, Iwas just on the edge of breaking down when I went. Did I ever send you aletter of mine on the teaching of Natural History? It was publishedwhile you were away, and I forget whether I sent it or not. However, acopy accompanies this note…
Of course there will be room for your review and welcome. I have put itdown and reckon on it.
Ever yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
[Huxley returned from the trip to Wales in time to be with his wife forthe New Year. The plot she had made with Dr. Tyndall had been entirelysuccessful. The threatened breakdown was averted. Wales in winter was asgood as Switzerland. Of the ascent of Snowdon he writes on December 28:]"Both Tyndall and I voted it under present circumstances as good as mostthings Alpine."
[His wife, however, continued in very weak health. She was prostrated bythe loss of her little boy. So in the middle of March he gladly acceptedMr. Darwin's invitation for her and the three children to spend afortnight in the quiet of his house at Down, where he himself managed torun down for a week end.] "It appears to me," [he writes to his wife,]"that you are subjecting poor Darwin to a savage Tennysonianpersecution. I shall see him looking like a martyr and across talkdouble science next Sunday."
[In April another good friend, Dr. Bence Jones, lent the invalid hishouse at Folkestone for three months. Unable even to walk when she wentthere, her recovery was a slow business. Huxley ran down every week; hisbrother George and his wife also were frequent visitors. Meanwhile heresolved to move into a new house, in order that she might not return toa place so full of sorrowful memories. On May 30 he effected the move toa larger house not half a mile away from Waverley Place—26 Abbey Place(now 23 Abercorn Place). Here also Mrs. Heathorn lived for the nextyear, my grandfather, over seventy as he was, being compelled to go outagain to Australia to look after a business venture of his which hadcome to grief.
Meantime the old house was still on his hands for another year. Tryingto find a tenant, he writes on May 21, 1861:—]
I met J. Tyndall at Ramsay's last night, and I think he is greatlyinclined to have the house. I gave him your message and found that asneaking kindness for the old house actuated him a good deal in wishingto take it. It is not a bad fellow, and we won't do him much on thefixtures.
[Eventually Tyndall and his friend Hirst established themselves there.
This spring Professor Henslow, Mrs. Hooker's father, a botanist of thefirst rank, and a man extraordinarily beloved by all who came in contactwith him, was seized with a mortal illness, and lingered on without hopeof recovery through almost the whole of April. Huxley writes:—]
Jermyn Street, April 4, 1861.
My dear Hooker,
I am very much grieved and shocked by your letter. The evening beforelast I heard from Busk that your father-in-law had been ill, and thatyou had been to see him, and I meant to have written to you yesterday toinquire, but it was driven out of my head by people coming here. Andthen I had a sort of unreasonable notion that I should see you at theLinnean Council to-day and hear that all was right again. God knows, Ifeel for you and your poor wife. Knowing what a great rift the loss of amere undeveloped child will leave in one's life, I can faintly pictureto myself the great and irreparable vacuity in a family circle caused bythe vanishing out of it of such a man as Henslow, with greatacquirements, and that great calm catholic judgment and sense whichalways seemed to me more prominent in him than in any man I ever knew.
He had intellect to comprehend his highest duty distinctly, and force ofcharacter to do it; which of us dare ask for a higher summary of hislife than that? For such a man there can be no fear in facing the greatunknown, his life has been one long experience of the substantialjustice of the laws by which this world is governed, and he will calmlytrust to them still as he lays his head down for his long sleep.
You know all these things as well as I do, and I know as well as you dothat such thoughts do not cure heartache or assuage grief. Suchmaladies, when men are as old as you and I are, are apt to hang aboutone a long time, but I find that if they are faced and accepted as partof our fair share of life, a great deal of good is to be got out ofthem. You will find that too, but in the meanwhile don't go and breakyourself down with over wear and tear. The heaviest pull comes after theexcitement of a catastrophe of this kind is over.
Believe in my affectionate sympathy with you, and that I am, my dear oldfellow, yours ever,
T.H. Huxley.
[And again on the 18th:—]
Many thanks for your two letters. It would be sad to hear of lifedragging itself out so painfully and slowly, if it were not for what youtell me of the calmness and wisdom with which the poor sufferer usessuch strength as is left him.
One can express neither wish nor hope in such a case. With such a manwhat is will be well. All I have to repeat is, don't knock yourself up.I wish to God I could help you in some way or other beyond repeating theparrot cry. If I can, of course you will let me know.
[In June 1861 a jotting in his notebook records that he is at work onthe chick's skull, part of the embryological work which he took upvigorously at this time, and at once the continuation of his researcheson the Vertebrate Skull, embodied in his Croonian lecture of 1858, andthe beginning of a long series of investigations into the structure ofbirds. There is a reference to this in a very interesting letter dealingchiefly with what he conceived to be the cardinal point of the Darwiniantheory:—]
26 Abbey Place, September 4, 1861.
My dear Hooker,
Yesterday being the first day I went to the Athenaeum after reading yournote, I had a look at, and a good laugh over, the "Quarterly" article.Who can be the writer?
I have been so busy studying chicken development, a difficult subject towhich I had long ago made up my mind to devote my first spare time, thatI have written you no word about your article in the "Gardener'sChronicle." I quite agree with the general tendency of your argument,though it seems to me that you put your view rather too strongly whenyou seem to question the position "that, as a rule, resemblances prevailover differences" between parent and offspring. Surely, as a rule,resemblances DO prevail over differences, though I quite agree with youthat the latter have been far too much overlooked. The great desideratumfor the species question at present seems to me to be the determinationof the law of variation. Because no law has yet been made out, Darwin isobliged to speak of variation as if it were spontaneous or a matter ofchance, so that the bishops and superior clergy generally (the only realatheists and believers in chance left in the world) gird at him as if hewere another Lucretius.
It is [in] the recognition of a tendency to variation apart from thevariation of what are ordinarily understood as external conditions thatDarwin's view is such an advance on Lamarck. Why does not somebody go towork experimentally, and get at the law of variation for some onespecies of plant?
What a capital article that was in the "Athenaeum" the other day apudthe Schlagintweits. [The brothers Schlagintweit (four of whom wereultimately employed), who had gained some reputation for their work onthe Physical Geography of the Alps, were, on Humboldt's recommendation,despatched by the East India Company in 1854-55-56 to the Deccan, andespecially to the Himalayan region (where they were the first Europeansto cross the Kuenlun Mountains), in order to correlate the instrumentsand observations of the several magnetic surveys of India. But theyenlarged the scope of their mission by professing to correct the greattrigonometrical survey, while the contract with them was so looselydrawn up that they had practically a roving commission in science, tomake researches and publish the results—up to nine volumes—in allmanner of subjects, which in fact ranged from the surveying work toethnology, and were crowned by an additional volume on Buddhism! Theoriginal cost to the Indian Government was estimated at 15 thousandpounds sterling; the allowances from the English Government during theinordinately prolonged period of arranging and publishing materials,including payment for sixty copies of each volume, atlas, and so forth,as well as personal payments, came to as much more.
Unfortunately the results were of less value than was expected. Theattempt to correct the work done with the large instruments of thetrigonometrical survey by means of far smaller instruments was absurd;away from the ground covered by the great survey the figures proved tobe very inaccurate. The most annoying part of the affair was that itabsorbed the State aid which might have been given to more valuableresearches.
The Council of the Royal Society had been consulted as to theadvisability of despatching this expedition and opposed it, for therewere in the service of the Company not a few men admirably qualified forthe duty, whose scientific services had received scant appreciation.Nevertheless, the expedition started after all, with the approval ofColonel Sabine, the president. In the last months of 1866, Huxley drewup for the Royal Society a report upon the scientific value of theresults of the expedition.] Don Roderigo is very wroth at being maderesponsible with Sabine, and indeed I think he had little enough to dowith it.
You will see a letter from him in this week's "Athenaeum."
Ever yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
CHAPTER 1.17.
1861-1863.
[It has been seen that the addition of journalistic work in science tothe mass of original research and teaching work upon which Huxley wasengaged, called forth a remonstrance from both Lyell and Darwin. ToHooker it seemed still more serious that he was dividing his allegiance,and going far afield in philosophy, instead of concentrating himselfupon natural science. He writes:—
I am sorry to hear that you are so poorly, and wish I could help you tosit down and work quietly at pure science. You have got into awhirlpool, and should stroke vigorously at the proper angle, not attemptto breast the whole force of the current, nor yet give in to it. Do takethe counsel of a quiet looker on and withdraw to your books and studiesin pure Natural History; let modes of thought alone. You may make a verygood naturalist, or a very good metaphysician (of that I know nothing,don't despise me), but you have neither time nor place for both.
However, it must be remarked that this love of philosophy, not recentlyacquired either, was only part of the passion for general principlesunderlying the facts of science which had always possessed him. And thetime expended upon it was not directly taken from the hours ofscientific work; he would read in bed through the small hours of thenight, when sleep was slow in coming to him. In this way he got throughan immense amount of philosophy in the course of several years. Not thathe could "state the views of so and so" upon any given question, ordesired such kind of knowledge; he wished to find out and compare withhis own the answers which other thinkers gave to the problems whichinterested himself.
A gentler reproof of this time touches his handwriting, which was neverof the most legible, so that his foreign correspondents in particularsometimes complained. Haeckel used to get his difficulties deciphered byhis colleague Gegenbaur. I cannot forbear quoting the delicateremonstrance of Professor Lacaze du Thiers, and the flattering remedy heproposed:—
March 14.
Je lis l'Anglais imprime, mais vos ecritures anglaises sont si rapides,qu'il m'est quelquefois difficile de m'en sortir. On me dit que vousecrivez si bien le francais que je crois que je vous lirais bien mieuxdans ma langue!
On his return from examining at Dublin, he again looked over proofs for
Mr. Spencer.]
Jermyn Street, August 3, 1861.
My dear Spencer,
I have been absent on a journey to Dublin and elsewhere [Visiting SirPhilip Egerton at Oulton Park.] nearly all this week, and hence yournote and proof did not reach me till yesterday. I have but just had timeto glance through the latter, and I need hardly say how heartily Iconcur in its general tenor. I have, however, marked one or two passageswhich I think require some qualification. Then, at page 272, the factthat the vital manifestations of plants depend as entirely as those ofanimals upon the fall towards stable equilibrium of the elements of acomplex protein compound is not sufficiently prominent. It is not somuch that plants are deoxidisers and animals oxidisers, as that plantsare manufacturers and animals consumers. It is true that plantsmanufacture a good deal of non-nitrogenous produce in proportion to thenitrogenous, but it is the latter which is chiefly useful to the animalconsumer and not the former. This point is a very important one, which Ihave never seen clearly and distinctly put—the prettiness of Dumas'circulation of the elements having seduced everybody.
Of course this in no way affects the principle of what you say. Thestatements which I have marked at page 276 and 278 should have theirauthorities given, I think. I should hardly like to commit myself tothem absolutely.
You will, if my memory does not mislead me, find authority for my noteat page 283 in Stephenson's life. I think old George Stephenson broughtout his views at breakfast at Sir R. Peel's when Buckland was there.
These are all the points that strike me, and I do not keep your proofany longer (I send it by the same post as this note), because I fear youmay be inconvenienced by the delay.
Tyndall is unfortunately gone to Switzerland, so that I cannot get youhis comments. Whether he might have picked holes in any detail or not Ido not know, but I know his opinions sufficiently well to make sure inhis agreement with the general argument. In fact a favourite problem ofhis is—Given the molecular forces in a mutton chop, deduce Hamlet orFaust therefrom. He is confident that the Physics of the Future willsolve this easily.
I am grieved to hear such a poor account of your health; I believe youwill have to come at last to the heroic remedy of matrimony, and if"gynopathy" were a mode of treatment that could be left off if it didnot suit the constitution, I should decidedly recommend it.
But it's worse than opium-eating—once begun and you must go on, and so,though I ascribe my own good condition mainly to the care my wife takesof me, I dare not recommend it to you, lest perchance you should gethold of the wrong medicine.
Beyond spending a night awake now and then I am in very good order, and
I am going to spend my vacation in a spasmodic effort to lick the
"Manual" into shape and work off some other arrears.
My wife is very fairly well, and, I trust, finally freed from all thesymptoms which alarmed me so much. I dread the coming round of Septemberfor her again, but it must be faced.
The babbies are flourishing; and beyond the facts that we have a lunaticneighbour on one side and an empty house on the other, that it has costme about twice as much to get into my house as I expected, that thecistern began to leak and spoil a ceiling, and such other smalldrawbacks, the new house is a decided success.
I forget whether I gave you the address, which is—
26 Abbey Place, St. John's Wood.
You had better direct to me there, as after the 10th of this month Ishall not be here for six weeks.
Ever yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
[October shows an unusual entry in his diary; the sacrifice of a workingevening to hear Jenny Lind sing. Fond though he was of music, as thosemay remember who ever watched his face at the Sunday evening gatheringsin Marlborough Place in the later seventies, when there was sure to beat least a little good music or singing either from his daughters orsome of the guests, he seldom could spare the time for concert-going ortheatre-going, and the occasional notes of his bachelor days, "to theopera with Spencer," had ceased as his necessary occupations grew moreengrossing.
This year his friend Hooker moved to Kew to act as second in command tohis father, Sir William Hooker, the director of the Botanical Gardens.This move made meetings between the two friends, except at clubs andsocieties, more difficult, and was one of the immediate causes of thefoundation of the x Club. It is this move which is referred to in thefollowing letters; the "poor client" being the wife of an old messmateof his on the "Rattlesnake":—]
Jermyn Street, November 17.
My dear Hooker,
My wife wrote to yours yesterday, the enclosed note explaining thekitchen-revolution which, it seems, must delay our meeting. When she haddone, however, she did not know where to direct it, and I am no wiser,so I send it to you.
It's a horrid nuisance and I have sworn a few, but that will not cookthe dinner, however much it may prepare me for being cooked elsewhere.To complete my disgust at things in general, my wife is regularlyknocked up with dining out twice this week, though it was only in thequietest way. I shall have to lock her up altogether.
X— has made a horrid mess of it, and I am sorry to say, from what Iknow of him, that I cannot doubt where the fault lies. The worst of itis that he has a wife and three children over here, left without a pennyor any means of support. The poor woman wrote to me the other day, andwhen I went to see her I found her at the last shilling andcontemplating the workhouse as her next step. She has brothers inAustralia, and it appeared to me that the only way to do her any goodwas to get her out. She cannot starve there, and there will be more hopefor her children than an English poor-house. I am going to see if theEmigration Commissioners will do anything for her, as of course it isdesirable to cut down the cost of exportation to the smallest amount.
It is most lamentable that a man of so much ability should have soutterly damned himself as X— has, but he is hopelessly Celtic.
I shall be at the Phil. Club next Thursday.
Ever yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
14 Waverley Place, Monday morning [November 1861].
My dear Hooker,
The obstinate manner in which Mrs. Hooker and you go on refusing to giveany address leads us to believe that you are dwelling peripatetically ina "Wan" with green door and brass knocker somewhere on Wormwood Scrubbs,and that "Kew" is only a blind. So you see I am obliged to inclose Mrs.Hooker's epistle to you.
You shall have your own way about the dinner, though we shall havetriumphed over all domestic difficulties by that time, and the firstlieutenant scorns the idea of being "worrited" about anything. I onlygrieve it is such a mortal long way for you to come.
I could find it in my heart to scold you well for your generous aid tomy poor client. I assure you I told you all about the case because itwas fresh in my mind, and without the least notion of going to you forthat kind of aid. May it come back to you in some good shape or other.
I find it is no use to look for help from the emigration people, but Ihave no fear of being able to get the 50 pounds sterling which will sendthem out by the "Walter Hood."
Would it be fair to apply to Bell in such a case? I will have a talk toyou about it at the Phil. Club.
Ever, my dear Hooker, yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
[In 1862, in addition to all the work connected with the speciesquestion already detailed, Huxley published three paleontological papers("On the new Labyrinthodonts from the coal-field of Edinburgh"; "On aStalk-eyed Crustacean from the coal-fields of Paisley"; and "On theTeeth of Diprotodon."), while the paper on the "Anatomy and Developmentof Pyrosoma," first read on December 1, 1859, was now published in the"Proceedings of the Linnean Society."
In the list of work in hand are four paleontological papers, besides theslowly progressing "Manual of Comparative Anatomy." ("On IndianFossils," on "Cephalaspis and Pteraspis," on "Stagonolepis," and a"Memoir descriptive of Labyrinthodont remains from the Trias and Coal ofBritain," which he first treated of in 1858, "clearly establishing forthe first time the vertebrate nature of these remains."—Sir M. Foster,Obituary Notice "Proceedings of the Royal Society" 59 55.)
When he went north to deliver his lectures at Edinburgh "On the relationof Man to the Lower Animals," he took the opportunity of examiningfossils at Forfar, and lectured also at Glasgow; while at Easter he wentto Ireland; on March 15 he was at Dublin, lecturing there on the 25th.
Reference has already been made (in the letter to C. Darwin of May 6,1862) to the unsatisfactory state of Huxley's health. He was furthercrippled by neuralgic rheumatism in his arm and shoulder, and to get ridof this, went on July 1 to Switzerland for a month's holiday. ReachingGrindelwald on the 4th, he was joined on the 6th by Dr. Tyndall, andwith him rambled on the glacier and made an expedition to the Faulhorn.On the 13th they went to the Rhone glacier, meeting Sir J. Lubbock ontheir way, at the other side of the Grimsel. Both here and at theEggischhorn, where they went a few days later, Huxley confined himselfto easy expeditions, or, as his notebook has it, stayed "quiet" or"idle," while the hale pair ascended the Galenstock and the Jungfrau.
By July 28 he was home again in time for an examiners' meeting at the
London University the next day, and a viva voce in physiology on the 4th
August, before going to Scotland to serve on the Fishery Commission.
This was the first of the numerous commissions on which he served. Withhis colleagues, Dr. Lyon Playfair (afterwards Lord Playfair) and ColonelMaxwell, he was busy from August 8 to September 16, chiefly on the westcoast, taking evidence from the trawlers and their opponents, and makingdirect investigations into the habits of the herring.
The following letter to Mr. (afterwards Sir W.H.) Flower, then Curatorof the Royal College of Surgeons' Museum, refers to this trip and to hisappointment to the examinership in physiology at the College ofSurgeons, for which he had applied in May and which he held until 1870.Mr. Flower, indeed, was deeply interested at this time in the sameproblems as Huxley, and helped his investigations for "Man's Place" bymaking a number of dissections to test the disputed relations betweenthe brain of man and of the apes.]
Hotel de la Jungfrau, Aeggischhorn, July 18, 1862.
My dear Flower,
Many thanks for your letter. I shall make my acknowledgments to thecouncil in due form when I have read the official announcement on myreturn to England. I trust they will not have occasion to repentdeclining Dr. —'s offer. At any rate I shall do my best.
I am particularly obliged to you for telling me about the Dijon bones.Dijon lies quite in my way in returning to England, and I shall stop aday there for the purpose of making the acquaintance of M. Nodet and hisSchizopleuron. I have a sort of dim recollection that there are someother remains of extinct South American mammals in the Dijon Museumwhich I ought to see.
Your news about the lower jaw made me burst out into such an exclamationthat all the salle-a-manger heard me! I saw the fitness of the thing atonce. The foramen and the shape of the condyle ought to have suggestedit at once.
I have had a very pleasant trip, passing through Grindelwald, the Aarvalley, and the Rhone valley, as far as here; but, up to the day beforeyesterday, my health remained very unsatisfactory, and I was terriblyteased by the neuralgia or rheumatism or whatever it is.
On that day, however, I had a very sharp climb involving a great deal ofexertion and a most prodigious sweating, and on the next morning Ireally woke up a new man. Yesterday I repeated the dose and I am inhopes now that I shall come back fit to grapple with all the work thatlies before me.
Ever, my dear Flower, yours very faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
[This autumn he gladly took on what appeared to be an additional pieceof work. On October 12 he writes from 26 Abbey Place:—]
I saw Flower yesterday, and I find that my present colleague in theHunterian Professorship wishes to get rid of his share in the lectures,having, I suppose, at the eleventh hour discovered his incompetency. Itlooks paradoxical to say so, but it will really be easier for me to giveeighteen or twenty-four lectures than twelve, so that I have professedmy readiness to take as much as he likes off his hands.
[This Professorship had been in existence for more than sixty years, forwhen the Museum of the famous anatomist John Hunter was entrusted to theCollege of Surgeons by the Government, the condition was made that "onecourse of lectures, not less than twenty-four in number, on comparativeanatomy and other subjects, illustrated by the preparations, shall begiven every year by some member of the company." Huxley arranged topublish from year to year the substance of his lectures on thevertebrates, "and by that process to bring out eventually acomprehensive, though condensed, systematic work on 'ComparativeAnatomy'." ("Comparative Anatomy" volume 1 Preface.)
Of the labour entailed in this course, the late Sir W.H. Flower wrote:—
When, in 1862, he was appointed to the Hunterian Professorship at theCollege of Surgeons, he took for the subject of several yearly coursesof lectures the anatomy of the vertebrata, beginning with the primates,and as the subject was then rather new to him, and as it was a rule withhim never to make a statement in a lecture which was not founded uponhis own actual observation, he set to work to make a series of originaldissections of all the forms he treated of. These were carried on in theworkroom at the top of the college, and mostly in the evenings, afterhis daily occupation at Jermyn Street (the School of Mines, as it wasthen called) was over, an arrangement which my residence in the collegebuildings enabled me to make for him. These rooms contained a largestore of material, entire or partially dissected animals preserved inspirit, which, unlike those mounted in the museum, were available forfurther investigation in any direction, and these, supplementedoccasionally by fresh subjects from the Zoological Gardens, formed thefoundation of the lectures…On these evenings it was always myprivilege to be with him, and to assist in the work in which he wasengaged. In dissecting, as in everything else, he was a very rapidworker, going straight to the point he wished to ascertain with a firmand steady hand, never diverted into side issues, nor wasting any timein unnecessary polishing up for the sake of appearances; the veryopposite, in fact, to what is commonly known as "finikin." His greatfacility for bold and dashing sketching came in most usefully in thiswork, the notes he made being largely helped out with illustrations.
The following is the letter in which he makes himself known to ProfessorHaeckel of Jena, who, in his thanks for the specimens, bewails the lotof "us poor inland Germans, who have to get help from England."]
The Royal School of Mines, Jermyn Street, October 28, 1862.
Sir,
A copy of your exceedingly valuable and beautiful monograph, "DieRadiolarien," came into my hands two or three days ago, and I have beendevoting the little leisure I possess just at present to a careful studyof its contents, which are to me profoundly interesting and instructive.
Permit me to say this much by way of introduction to a request which Ihave to prefer, which is, that you will be good enough to let me have acopy of your Habitationsschrift, "De Rhizopodum Finibus," if you haveone to spare. If it is sent through Frommans of Jena to the care ofMessrs. Williams and Norgate, London, it will reach me safely.
I observe that in your preface you state that you have no specimen ofthe famous Barbadoes deposit. As I happen to possess some fromSchomburgk's own collection, I should be ashamed to allow you any longerto suffer from that want, and I beg your acceptance of the inclosedlittle packet. If this is not sufficient, pray let me know and I willsend you as much more.
If you desire it, I can also send you some of the Oran earth, and asmuch as you like of the Atlantic deep-sea soundings, which are almostentirely made up of Globigerina and Polycistina.
I am, Sir, yours very faithfully,
Thomas H. Huxley.
[The next letter refers to the scientific examinations at the Universityof London.]
December 4, 1862.
My dear Hooker,
I look upon you as art and part of the "Natural History Review," thoughnot ostensibly one of the gang, so I bid you to a feast, partly ofreason and partly of mutton, at my house on December 11 (being this dayweek) at half-past six. Do come if you can, for we have not seen yourugly old phiz for ages, and should be comforted by an inspectionthereof, however brief.
I did my best yesterday to get separate exhibitions for Chemistry,Botany, and Zoological Biology, at the committee yesterday [At theLondon University.], and I suspect from your letter that if you had beenthere you would have backed me. However, it is clear that they only meanto give separate exhibits for Chemistry and Biology as a whole.
Because Botany and Zoology are, philosophically speaking, cognatesubjects, people are under the delusion that it is easier to work bothup at the same time, than it would be to work up, say, Chemistry andBotany. Just fancy asking a young man who has heaps of other things towork up for the B.Sc., to qualify himself for honours both in botany,histological, systematic, and physiological. That is to say, to get aPRACTICAL KNOWLEDGE of both these groups of subjects.
I really think the botanical and zoological examiners ought tomemorialise the senate jointly on the subject. The present system leadsto mere sham and cram.
Ever yours,
T.H. Huxley.
[The year 1863, notable for the publication of Huxley's first book,found him plunged deep in an immense quantity of work of all sorts. Hewas still examiner in Physiology and Comparative Anatomy at the LondonUniversity, a post he held from 1855 to 1863, and again from 1865 to1870, "making," as Sir Michael Foster says, "even an examination feelthe influence of the new spirit in biology; and among his examinees atthat time there was one at least who, knowing Huxley by his writings,but by his writings only, looked forward to the viva voce test, not as atrial, but as an occasion of delight."
In addition to the work mentioned in the following letters, I note threelectures at Hull on April 6, 8, and 10; a paper on "Craniology" (January17), and his "Letter on the Human Remains in the Shell Mounds," in the"Ethnological Society's Transactions," while the Fishery Commissionclaimed much of his time, either at the Board of Trade, or travellingover the north, east, and south coasts from the end of July to thebeginning of October, and again in November and December.]
Jermyn Street, April 30, 1863.
My dear Kingsley,
I am exceedingly pleased to have your good word about the lectures,—andI think I shall thereby be encouraged to do what a great many peoplehave wished—that is, to bring out an enlarged and revised edition ofthem.
The only difficulty is time—if one could but work five-and-twenty hoursa day!
With respect to the sterility question, I do not think there is muchdoubt as to the effect of breeding in and in in destroying fertility.But the sterility which must be obtained by the selective breeder inorder to convert his morphological species into physiologicalspecies—such as we have in nature—must be quite irrespective ofbreeding in and in.
There is no question of breeding in and in between a horse and an ass,and yet their produce is usually a sterile hybrid.
So if Carrier and Tumbler, e.g., were physiological species equivalentto Horse and Ass, their progeny ought to be sterile or semi-sterile. Sofar as experience has gone, on the contrary, it is perfectly fertile—asfertile as the progeny of Carrier and Carrier or Tumbler and Tumbler.
From the first time that I wrote about Darwin's book in the "Times" andin the "Westminster" until now, it has been obvious to me that this isthe weak point of Darwin's doctrine. He HAS shown that selectivebreeding is a vera causa for morphological species; he has not yet shownit a vera causa for physiological species.
But I entertain little doubt that a carefully devised system ofexperimentation would produce physiological species by selection—onlythe feat has not been performed yet.
I hope you received a copy of "Man's Place in Nature," which I desiredshould be sent to you long ago. Don't suppose I ever expect anacknowledgment of the book—it is one of the greatest nuisances in theworld to have that to do, and I never do it—but as you mentioned theLectures and not the other, I thought it might not have reached you. Ifit has not, pray let me know and a copy shall be forwarded, as I wantyou very much to read Essay Number 2.
I have a great respect for all the old bottles, and if the new wine canbe got to go into them and not burst them I shall be very glad—Iconfess I do not see my way to it; on the contrary, the longer I liveand the more I learn the more hopeless to my mind becomes thecontradiction between the theory of the universe as understood andexpounded by Jewish and Christian theologians, and the theory of theuniverse which is every day and every year growing out of theapplication of scientific methods to its phenomena.
Whether astronomy and geology can or cannot be made to agree with thestatements as to the matters of fact laid down in Genesis—whether theGospels are historically true or not—are matters of comparatively smallmoment in the face of the impassable gulf between the anthropomorphism(however refined) of theology and the passionless impersonality of theunknown and unknowable which science shows everywhere underlying thethin veil of phenomena.
Here seems to me to be the great gulf fixed between science andtheology—beside which all Colenso controversies, reconcilements ofScripture a la Pye Smith, etc., cut a very small figure.
You must have thought over all this long ago; but steeped as I am inscientific thought from morning till night, the contrast has perhaps agreater vividness to me. I go into society, and except among two orthree of my scientific colleagues I find myself alone on these subjects,and as hopelessly at variance with the majority of my fellow-men as theywould be with their neighbours if they were set down among theAshantees. I don't like this state of things for myself—least of all doI see how it will work out for my children. But as my mind isconstituted, there is no way out of it, and I can only envy you if youcan see things differently.
Ever yours very faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
Jermyn Street, May 5, 1863.
My dear Kingsley,
My wife and children are away at Felixstow on the Suffolk coast, and asI run down on Saturday and come back on Monday your MS. has been keptlonger than it should have been. I am quite agreed with the generaltenor of your argument; and indeed I have often argued against those whomaintain the intellectual gulf between man and the lower animals to bean impassable one, by pointing to the immense intellectual chasm ascompared to the structural differences between two species of bees orbetween sheep and goat or dog and wolf. So again your remarks upon theargument drawn from the apparent absence of progression in animals seemto me to be quite just. You might strengthen them much by reference tothe absence of progression in many races of men. The West Africansavage, as the old voyagers show, was in just the same condition twohundred years ago as now—and I suspect that the modern Patagonian is asnearly as possible the unimproved representative of the makers of theflint implements of Abbeville.
Lyell's phrase is very good, but it is a simple application of Darwin'sviews to human history. The advance of mankind has everywhere dependedon the production of men of genius; and that production is a case of"spontaneous variation" becoming hereditary, not by physicalpropagation, but by the help of language, letters and the printingpress. Newton was to all intents and purposes a "sport" of a dullagricultural stock, and his intellectual powers are to a certain extentpropagated by the grafting of the "Principia," his brain-shoot, on us.
Many thanks for your letter. It is a great pleasure to me to be able tospeak out to any one who, like yourself, is striving to get at truththrough a region of intellectual and moral influences so entirelydistinct from those to which I am exposed.
I am not much given to open my heart to anybody, and on looking back Iam often astonished at the way in which I threw myself and my troublesat your head, in those bitter days when my poor boy died. But the way inwhich you received my heathen letters set up a freemasonry between us,at any rate on my side; and if they make you a bishop I advise you notto let your private secretary open any letters with my name in thecorner, for they are as likely as not to contain matters which will makethe clerical hair stand on end.
I am too much a believer in Butler and in the great principle of the"Analogy" that "there is no absurdity in theology so great that youcannot parallel it by a greater absurdity of Nature" (it is not commonlystated in this way), to have any difficulties about miracles. I havenever had the least sympathy with the a priori reasons againstorthodoxy, and I have by nature and disposition the greatest possibleantipathy to all the atheistic and infidel school.
Nevertheless, I know that I am, in spite of myself, exactly what theChristian world call, and, so far as I can see, are justified incalling, atheist and infidel. I cannot see one shadow or tittle ofevidence that the great unknown underlying the phenomena of the universestands to us in the relation of a Father—loves us and cares for us asChristianity asserts. On the contrary, the whole teaching of experienceseems to me to show that while the governance (if I may use the term) ofthe universe is rigorously just and substantially kind and beneficent,there is no more relation of affection between governor and governedthan between me and the twelve judges. I know the administrators of thelaw desire to do their best for everybody, and that they would rathernot hurt me than otherwise, but I also know that under certaincircumstances they will most assuredly hang me; and that in any case itwould be absurd to suppose them guided by any particular affection forme.
This seems to me to be the relation which exists between the cause ofthe phenomena of this universe and myself. I submit to it with implicitobedience and perfect cheerfulness, and the more because my smallintelligence does not see how any other arrangement could possibly begot to work as the world is constituted.
But this is what the Christian world calls atheism, and because all mytoil and pains does not enable me to see my way to any other conclusionthan this, a Christian judge would (if he knew it) refuse to take myevidence in a court of justice against that of a Christianticket-of-leave man.
So with regard to the other great Christian dogmas, the immortality ofthe soul, and the future state of rewards and punishments, what possibleobjection a priori can I—who am compelled perforce to believe in theimmortality of what we call Matter and Force and in a very unmistakablePRESENT state of rewards and punishments for all our deeds—have tothese doctrines? Give me a scintilla of evidence, and I am ready to jumpat them.
But read Butler, and see to what drivel even his great mind descendswhen he has to talk about the immortality of the soul! I have never seenan argument on that subject which from a scientific point of view isworth the paper it is written upon. All resolve themselves into thisformula:—The doctrine of the immortality of the soul is very pleasantand very useful, therefore it is true.
All the grand language about "human aspiration," "consistency with thedivine justice," etc., etc., collapses into this at last—Better themisery of the "Vale! in aeternum vale!" ten times over than the opium ofsuch empty sophisms—I have drunk of that cup to the bottom.
I am called away and must close my letter. Don't trouble to answer itunless you are so minded.
Ever yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
Jermyn Street, May 22, 1863.
My dear Kingsley,
Pray excuse my delay in replying to your letter. I have been very muchpressed for time for these two or three days.
First touching the action of the spermatozoon. The best information youcan find on the subject is, I think, in Newport's papers in the"Philosophical Transactions" for 1851, 1853, and 1854, especially the1853 paper. Newport treats only of the Frog, but the information hegives is very full and definite. Allen Thomson's very accurate andlearned article "Ovum" in Todd's "Cyclopaedia" is also well worthlooking through, though unfortunately it is least full just where youwant most information. In French there is Coste's "Developpement desCorps organises" and the volume on "Development" by Bischoff in theFrench translation of the last edition of Soemmering's "Anatomy."
So much for your inquiries as to the matters of fact. Next, as toquestions of speculation. If any expression of ignorance on my part willbring us nearer we are likely to come into absolute contact, for thepossibilities of "may be" are, to me, infinite.
I know nothing of Necessity, abominate the word Law (except as meaningthat we know nothing to the contrary), and am quite ready to admit thatthere may be some place, "other side of nowhere," par exemple, where 2 +2 = 5, and all bodies naturally repel one another instead of gravitatingtogether.
I don't know whether Matter is anything distinct from Force. I don'tknow that atoms are anything but pure myths. Cogito, ergo sum is to mymind a ridiculous piece of bad logic, all I can say at any time being"Cogito." The Latin form I hold to be preferable to the English "Ithink," because the latter asserts the existence of an Ego—about whichthe bundle of phenomena at present addressing you knows nothing. Infact, if I am pushed, metaphysical speculation lands me exactly whereyour friend Raphael was when his bitch pupped. In other words, I believein Hamilton, Mansell and Herbert Spencer so long as they aredestructive, and I laugh at their beards as soon as they try to spintheir own cobwebs.
Is this basis of ignorance broad enough for you? If you, theologian, canfind as firm footing as I, man of science, do on this foundation ofminus nought—there will be nought to fear for our ever diverging.
For you see I am quite as ready to admit your doctrine that soulssecrete bodies as I am the opposite one that bodies secretesouls—simply because I deny the possibility of obtaining any evidenceas to the truth and falsehood of either hypothesis. My fundamental axiomof speculative philosophy is that MATERIALISM AND SPIRITUALISM AREOPPOSITE POLES OF THE SAME ABSURDITY—the absurdity of imagining that weknow anything about either spirit or matter.
Cabanis and Berkeley (I speak of them simply as types of schools) areboth asses, the only difference being that one is a black donkey and theother a white one.
This universe is, I conceive, like to a great game being played out, andwe poor mortals are allowed to take a hand. By great good fortune thewiser among us have made out some few of the rules of the game, as atpresent played. We call them "Laws of Nature," and honour them becausewe find that if we obey them we win something for our pains. The cardsare our theories and hypotheses, the tricks our experimentalverifications. But what sane man would endeavour to solve this problem:given the rules of a game and the winnings, to find whether the cardsare made of pasteboard or goldleaf? Yet the problem of themetaphysicians is to my mind no saner.
If you tell me that an Ape differs from a Man because the latter has asoul and the ape has not, I can only say it may be so; but I shoulduncommonly like to know how either that the ape has not one or that theman has.
And until you satisfy me as to the soundness of your method ofinvestigation, I must adhere to what seems to my mind a simpler form ofnotation—i.e. to suppose that all phenomena have the same substratum(if they have any), and that soul and body, or mental and physicalphenomena, are merely diverse manifestations of that hypotheticalsubstratum. In this way, it seems to me, I obey the rule which works sowell in practice, of always making the simplest possible suppositions.
On the other hand, if you are of a different opinion, and find it moreconvenient to call the x which underlies (hypothetically) mentalphenomena, Soul, and the x which underlies (hypothetically) physicalphenomena, Body, well and good. The two-fluid theory and the one-fluidtheory of electricity both accounted for the phenomena up to a certainextent, and both were probably wrong. So it may be with the theoriesthat there is only one x in nature or two x's or three x's.
For, if you will think upon it, there are only four possible ontologicalhypotheses now that Polytheism is dead.
1. There is no x = Atheism on Berkeleyan principles.
2. There is only one x = Materialism or Pantheism, according as you turnit heads or tails.
3. There are two x's: Spirit and Matter = Speculators incertae sedis.
4. There are three x's: God, Souls, Matter = Orthodox Theologians.
To say that I adopt any one of those hypotheses, as a representation offact, would to my mind be absurd; but Number 2 is the one I can workwith best. To return to my metaphor, it chimes in better with the rulesof the game of nature than any other of the four possibilities, to mymind.
But who knows when the great Banker may sweep away table and cards andall, and set us learning a new game? What will become of all my poorcounters then? It may turn out that I am quite wrong, and that there areno x's or 20 x's.
I am glad you appreciate the rich absurdities of the new doctrine ofspontogenesis [?]. Against the doctrine of spontaneous generation in theabstract I have nothing to say. Indeed it is a necessary corollary fromDarwin's views if legitimately carried out, and I think Owen smites him(Darwin) fairly for taking refuge in "Pentateuchal" phraseology when heought to have done one of two things—(a) give up the problem, (b) admitthe necessity of spontaneous generation. It is the very passage inDarwin's book to which, as he knows right well, I have always stronglyobjected. The x of science and the x of genesis are two different x's,and for any sake don't let us confuse them together. Maurice has sent mehis book. I have read it, but I find myself utterly at a loss tocomprehend his point of view.
Ever yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
[The following letter is interesting, as showing his continued interestin the question of skull structure, as well as his relation to hisfriend and fellow-worker, Dr. W.K. Parker.]
Jermyn Street, March 18, 1863.
My dear Parker,
Any conclusion that I have reached will seem to me all the better basedfor knowing that you have been near or at it, and I am therefore rightglad to have your letter. If I had only time, nothing would delight memore than to go over your preparations, but these Hunterian Lectures areabout the hardest bit of work I ever took in hand, and I am obliged togive every minute to them.
By and by I will gladly go with you over your vast material.
Did you not some time ago tell me that you considered the Y-shaped bone(so-called presphenoid) in the Pike to be the true basisphenoid? If so,let me know before lecture to-morrow, that I may not commit theftunawares.
I have arrived at that conclusion myself from the anatomical relationsof the bone in question to the brain and nerves.
I look upon the proposition opisthotis = turtle's "occipital externe" =Perch's Rocher (Cuvier) as the one thing needful to clear up the unityof structure of the bony cranium; and it shall be counted unto me as agreat sin if I have helped to keep you back from it. The thing has beendawning upon me ever since I read Kolliker's book two summers ago, but Ihave never had time to work it out.
Ever yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
[The following extracts from a letter to Hooker and a letter to Darwindescribe the pressure of his work at this time.]
1863.
My dear Hooker,
…I would willingly send a paper to the Linnean this year if I could,but I do not see how it is practicable. I lecture five times a week fromnow till the middle of February. I then have to give eighteen lecturesat the College of Surgeons—six on classification, and twelve on thevertebrate skeleton. I might write a paper on this new Glyptodon, withsome eighteen to twenty plates. A preliminary notice has already gone tothe Royal Society. I have a decade of fossil fish in progress; a fellowin the country WILL keep on sending me splendid new Labyrinthodonts fromthe coal, and that d—d manual must come out.
Ayez pitie de moi.
T.H. Huxley.
Jermyn Street, July 2, 1863.
My Dear Darwin,
I am horribly loth to say that I cannot do anything you want done; andpartly for that reason and partly because we have been very busy herewith some new arrangements during the last day or two, I did not at oncereply to your note.
I am afraid, however, I cannot undertake any sort of new work. In spiteof working like a horse (or if you prefer it, like an ass), I findmyself scandalously in arrear, and I shall get into terrible hot waterif I do not clear off some things that have been hanging about me formonths and years.
If you will send me up the specimens, however, I will ask Flower (whom Isee constantly) to examine them for you. The examination will be nogreat trouble, and I am ashamed to make a fuss about it, but I havesworn a big oath to take no fresh work, great or small, until certainthings are done.
I wake up in the morning with somebody saying in my ear, "A is not done,and B is not done, and C is not done, and D is not done," etc., and afeeling like a fellow whose duns are all in the street waiting for him.By the way, you ask me what I am doing now, so I will just enumeratesome of the A, B, and C's aforesaid.
A. Editing lectures on Vertebrate skull and bringing them out in the
"Medical Times."
B. Editing and re-writing lectures on Elementary Physiology, justdelivered here and reported as I went along. ([Delivered on Fridayevenings from April to June at Jermyn Street, and reported in the"Medical Times." They formed the basis of his well-known little book on"Elementary Physiology," published 1866. He writes on April 22:—]"Macmillan has just been with me, and I am let in for a school book onphysiology based on these lectures of mine. Money arrangements not quitefixed yet, but he is a good fellow, and will not do me unnecessarily.")
C. Thinking of my course of twenty-four lectures on the Mammalia at theCollege of Surgeons in next spring, and making investigations bearing onthe same.
D. Thinking of and working at a "Manual of Comparative Anatomy" (may itbe d—d); which I have had in hand these seven years.
E. Getting heaps of remains of new Labyrinthodonts from the Glasgowcoalfield, which have to be described.
F. Working at a memoir on Glyptodon based on a new and almost entirespecimen at the College of Surgeons.
G. Preparing a new decade upon Fossil fishes for this place.
H. Knowing that I ought to have written long ago a description of a mostinteresting lot of Indian fossils sent to me by Oldham.
I. Being blown up by Hooker for doing nothing for the "Natural History
Review."
K. Being bothered by sundry editors just to write articles "which youknow you can knock off in a moment."
L. Consciousness of having left unwritten letters which ought to havebeen written long ago, especially to C. Darwin.
M. General worry and botheration. Ten or twelve people taking up my timeall day about their own affairs.
N. O. P. Q. R. S. T. U. V. W. X. Y. Z.
Societies.
Clubs.
Dinners, evening parties, and all the apparatus for wasting time called
"Society." Colensoism and botheration about Moses…Finally pestered to
death in public and private because I am supposed to be what they call a
"Darwinian."
If that is not enough, I could exhaust the Greek alphabet for heads inaddition.
I am glad to hear that Wyman thinks well of my book, as he is verycompetent to judge. I hear it is republished in America, but I suppose Ishall get nothing out of it. [In this expectation, however, he wasagreeably disappointed by the action of D. Appleton and Company.
An undated letter to Kingsley, who had suggested that he should write anarticle on Prayer, belongs probably to the autumn of 1863:—]
I should like very much to write such an article as you suggest, but Iam very doubtful about undertaking it for "Fraser." Anything I could saywould go to the root of praying altogether, for inasmuch as the wholeuniverse is governed, so far as I can see, in the same way, and themoral world is as much governed by laws as the physical—whatevermilitates against asking for one sort of blessing seems to me to tellwith the same force against asking for any other.
Not that I mean for a moment to say that prayer is illogical, for if thewhole universe is ruled by fixed laws it is just as logically absurd forme to ask you to answer this letter as to ask the Almighty to alter theweather. The whole argument is an "old foe with a new face," the freedomand necessity question over again.
If I were to write about the question I should have to develop all thisside of the problem, and then having shown that logic, as always happenswhen it is carried to extremes, leaves us bombinantes in vacuo, I shouldappeal to experience to show that prayers of this sort are not answered,and to science to prove that if they were they would do a great deal ofharm.
But you know this would never do for the atmosphere of "Fraser." Itwould be much better suited for an article in my favourite organ, thewicked "Westminster."
However, to say truth, I do not see how I am to undertake anything freshjust at present. I have promised an article for "Macmillan" ages ago;and Masson scowls at me whenever we meet. I am afraid to go through theAlbany lest Cook should demand certain reviews of books which have beenlong in my hands. I am just completing a long memoir for the LinneanSociety; a monograph on certain fossil reptiles must be finished beforethe new year. My lectures have begun, and there is a certain "Manual"looming in the background. And to crown all, these late events [thedeath of his brother] have given me such a wrench that I feel I must beprudent.
[The following reference to Robert Lowe, afterwards Lord Sherbrooke, hasa quasi-prophetic interest:—]
May 7.
Dined at the Smiths' last night. [Dr. (afterwards Sir William) Smith, ofdictionary fame.] Lowe was to have been there, but had a dinner-party ofhis own…I have come to the conviction that our friend Bob is a mostadmirable, well-judging statesman, for he says I am the only man fit tobe at the head of the British Museum [i.e. of the Natural HistoryCollections.], and that if he had his way he would put me there.
[Years afterwards, on Sir R. Owen's retirement, he was offered the post,but declined it, as he greatly disliked the kind of work. At the sametime, he pointed out to the Minister who made the offer that the man ofall others for the post would be the late distinguished holder of it,Sir W.H. Flower, a suggestion happily acted on.
Early in August a severe loss befell him in the sudden death of hisbrother George, who had been his close friend ever since he had returnedfrom Australia, who had given him all the help and sympathy in hisstruggles that could be given by a man of the world without specialinterests in science or literature. With brilliancy enough to have wonsuccess if he had had patience to ensure it, he was not only a pleasantcompanion, a "clubbable man" in Johnson's phrase, but a friend to trust.The two households had seen much of one another; the childless coupleregarded their brother's children almost as their own. Thus a real gapwas made in the family circle, and the trouble was not lessened by thefact that George Huxley's affairs were left in great confusion, and hisbrother not only spent a great deal of time in looking after theinterests of the widow, but took upon himself certain obligations inorder to make things straight, with the result that he was evencompelled to part with his Royal Medal, the gold of which was worth 50pounds sterling.]
CHAPTER 1.18.
1864.
[The year 1864 was much like 1863. The Hunterian Lectures were stillpart of his regular work. The Fishery Commission claimed a large portionof his time. from March 28 to April 2 he was in Cornwall; on May 7 atShoreham; from July 24 to September 9 visiting the coasts of Scotlandand Ireland. The same pressure of work continued. He published fourpapers on paleontological or anatomical subjects in the "Natural HistoryReview" (On "Cetacean Fossils termed Ziphius by Cuvier," in the"Transactions of the Geological Society"; in those of the "Zoological,"papers on "Arctocebus Calabarensis" and "The Structure of the Stomach inDesmodus Rufus"; and on the "Osteology of the Genus Glyptodon," in the"Philosophical Transactions."), he wrote "Further Remarks upon the HumanRemains from the Neanderthal," and later, dealing with "Criticisms onthe 'Origin of Species'" ("Collected Essays" 2 page 80 "Darwiniana"), hegently but firmly dispersed several misconceptions of his old friendKolliker as to the plain meaning of the book; and ridiculed thepretentious ignorance of M. Flourens' dicta upon the same subject; whilein the winter he delivered a course of lectures to working men on "TheVarious Races of Mankind," a choice of subject which shows that hischief interest at that time lay in Ethnology.]
Jermyn Street, January 16, 1864.
My dear Darwin,
I have had no news of you for a long time, but I earnestly hope you arebetter.
Have you any objection to putting your name to Flower's certificate forthe Royal Society herewith inclosed? It will please him much if youwill; and I go bail for his being a thoroughly good man in all senses ofthe word—which, as you know, is more than I would say for everybody.
Don't write any reply; but Mrs. Darwin perhaps will do me the kindnessto send the thing on to Lyell as per enclosed envelope. I will write hima note about it.
We are all well, barring customary colds and various forms of infantilepip. As for myself, I am flourishing like a green bay tree (appropriatecomparison, Soapy Sam would observe), in consequence of having utterlyrenounced societies and society since October.
I have been working like a horse, however, and shall work "horser" as mycollege lectures begin in February.
Tout a vous,
T.H. Huxley.
Royal School of Mines, Jermyn Street, April 18, 1864.
My dear Darwin,
I was rejoiced to see your handwriting again, so much so that I shallnot scold you for undertaking the needless exertion (as it's my duty todo) of writing to thank me for my book. [Hunterian Lectures on Anatomy.]
I thought the last lecture would be nuts for you, but it is reallyshocking. There is not the smallest question that Owen wrote both thearticle "Oken" and the "Archetype Book," which appeared in its secondedition in French—why, I know not. I think that if you will look atwhat I say again, there will not be much doubt left in your mind as tothe identity of the writer of the two.
The news you give of yourself is most encouraging; but pray don't thinkof doing any work again yet. Careful as I have been during this lastwinter not to burn the candle at both ends, I have found myself, sincethe pressure of my lectures ceased, in considerable need of quiet, and Ihave been lazy accordingly.
I don't know that I fear, with you, caring too much for science—forthere are lots of other things I should like to go into as well, but Ido lament more and more as time goes on, the necessity of becoming moreand more absorbed in one kind of work, a necessity which is created forany one in my position, partly by one's reputation, and partly by one'schildren. For directly a man gets the smallest repute in any branch ofscience, the world immediately credits him with knowing about ten timesas much as he really does, and he becomes bound in common honesty to dohis best to climb up to his reputed place. And then the babies are adevouring fire, eating up the present and discounting the future; theyare sure to want all the money one can earn, and to be the better forall the credit one can win.
However, I should fare badly without the young monkeys. Your pet Marianis almost as shy as ever, though she has left off saying "can't," by theway.
My wife is wonderfully well. As I tell her, Providence has appointed herto take care of me when I am broken down and decrepit.
I hope you can say as much of Mrs. Darwin. Pray give her my kindregards.
And believe me, ever yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
[A letter to his sister gives a sketch of his position at this time,speaking of which he says to Dr. (afterwards Sir J.) Fayrer,] "You and Ihave travelled a long way, in all senses, since you settled my careerfor me on the steps of the Charing Cross Hospital." [It must beremembered that his sister was living in Tennessee, and that her son atfifteen was serving in the Confederate army.]
Jermyn Street, May 4, 1864.
You will want to know something about my progress in the world. Well, atthis moment I am Professor of Natural History here, and HunterianProfessor of Comparative Anatomy at the College of Surgeons. The formeris the appointment I have held since 1855; the latter chair I was askedto take last year, and now I have delivered two courses in that famousblack gown with the red facings which the doctor will recollect verywell. What with the duties of these two posts and other official andnon-official business, I am worked to the full stretch of my powers, andsometimes a little beyond them; though hitherto I have stood the wearand tear very well.
I believe I have won myself a pretty fair place in science, but inaddition to that I have the reputation (of which, I fear, you will notapprove) of being a great heretic and a savage controversialist alwaysin rows. To the accusation of heresy I fear I must plead guilty; but thesecond charge proceeds only, I do assure you, from a certainunconquerable hatred of lies and humbug which I cannot get over.
I have read all you tell me about the south with much interest and withthe warmest sympathy, so far as the fate of the south affects you. But Iam in the condition of most thoughtful Englishmen. My heart goes withthe south, and my head with the north.
I have no love for the Yankees, and I delight in the energy andself-sacrifice of your people; but for all that, I cannot doubt thatwhether you beat the Yankees or not, you are struggling to uphold asystem which must, sooner or later, break down.
I have not the smallest sentimental sympathy with the negro; don'tbelieve in him at all, in short. But it is clear to me that slaverymeans, for the white man, bad political economy; bad social morality;bad internal political organisation, and a bad influence upon freelabour and freedom all over the world. For the sake of the white man,therefore, for your children and grandchildren, directly, and for mine,indirectly, I wish to see this system ended. [Cf. "Reader," February 27onwards, where these general arguments against slavery appear in acontroversy arising from his ninth Hunterian Lecture, in which, whileadmitting negro inferiority, he refutes those who justify slavery on theground that physiologically the negro is very low in the scale.] Wouldthat the south had had the wisdom to initiate that end without thismiserable war!
All this must jar upon you sadly, and I grieve that it does so; but Icould not pretend to be other than I am, even to please you. Let usagree to differ upon this point. If I were in your place I doubt not Ishould feel as you do; and, when I think of you, I put myself in yourplace and feel with you as your brother Tom. The learned gentleman whohas public opinions for which he is responsible is another "party" whowalks about in T's clothes when he is not thinking of his sister.
If this were not my birthday I should not feel justified in taking amorning's holiday to write this long letter to you. The ghosts of undonepieces of work are dancing about me, and I must come to an end.
Give my love to your husband. I am glad to hear he wears so well. Anddon't forget to give your children kindly thoughts of their uncle. Dr.Wright gives a great account of my namesake, and says he is thehandsomest youngster in the Southern States. That comes of his beingnamed after me, you know how renowned for personal beauty I always was.
I asked Dr. Wright if you had taken to spectacles, and he seemed tothink not. I had a pain about my eyes a few months ago, but I foundspectacles made this rather worse and left them off again. However, I docatch myself holding a newspaper further off than I used to do.
Now don't let six months go by without writing again. If our littleventure succeeds this time, we shall send again. [I.e. a package ofvarious presents to the family.] Ever, my dearest Lizzie, youraffectionate brother,
T.H. Huxley.
[He writes to his wife, who had taken the children to Margate:—]
September 22.
I am now busy over a paper for the Zoological Society; after that thereis one for the Ethnological which was read last session though notwritten…Don't blaspheme about going into the bye-ways. They are bothin the direct road of the book, only over the hills instead of goingover the beaten path.
October 6.
I heard from Darwin last night jubilating over an article of mine whichis published in the last number of the "Natural History Review," andwhich he is immensely pleased with…My lectures tire me, from want ofpractice, I suppose. I shall soon get into swing.
[The article in question was the "Criticisms of the 'Origin of Species'"of which he writes to Darwin:—]
Jermyn Street, October 5, 1864.
My dear Darwin,
I am very glad to see your handwriting (in ink) again, and none the lesson account of the pretty words into which it was shaped.
It is a great pleasure to me that you like the article, for it waswritten very hurriedly, and I did not feel sure when I had done that Ihad always rightly represented your views.
Hang the two scalps up in your wigwam!
Flourens I could have believed anything of, but how a man of Kolliker'sreal intelligence and ability could have so misunderstood the questionis more than I can comprehend.
It will be a thousand pities, however, if any review interferes withyour saying something on the subject yourself. Unless it should give youneedless work I heartily wish you would.
Everybody tells me I am looking so exceedingly well that I am ashamed tosay a word to the contrary. But the fact is, I get no exercise, and agreat deal of bothering work on our Commission's Cruise; and though muchfatter (indeed a regular bloater myself), I am not up to the mark. Nextyear I will have a real holiday. [At the end of the year, as so often,he went off for a ploy with Tyndall, this time into Derbyshire, walkingvigorously over the moors.]
I am a bachelor, my wife and belongings being all at that beautifulplace, Margate. When I came back I found them all looking so seedy thatI took them off bag and baggage to that, as the handiest place, before aweek was over. They are wonderfully improved already, my wife especiallybeing abundantly provided with her favourite east wind. Your godson isgrowing a very sturdy fellow, and I begin to puzzle my head withthinking what he is and what he is not to be taught.
Please to remember me very kindly to Mrs. Darwin, and believe me, yoursvery faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
[The following illustrates the value he set upon public examinations asto a practical means for spreading scientific education, and uponfirst-rate examiners as a safeguard of proper methods of teaching.]
October 6, 1864.
My dear Hooker,
Donnelly told me to-day that you had been applied to by the Science andTarts Department to examine for them in botany, and that you haddeclined.
Will you reconsider the matter? I have always taken a very greatinterest in the science examinations, looking upon them, as I do, as themost important engine for forcing science into ordinary education.
The English nation will not take science from above, so it must get itfrom below.
Having known these examinations from the beginning, I can assure youthat they are very genuine things, and are working excellently. And whatI have regretted from the first is that the botanical business was nottaken in hand by you, instead of by —.
Now, like a good fellow, think better of it. The papers are necessarilyvery simple, and one of Oliver's pupils could look them over for you.Let us have your co-operation and the advantage of that reputation forhonesty and earnestness which you have contrived (Heaven knows how) toget.
I have come back fat and seedy for want of exercise. All my belongingsare at Margate. Hope you don't think my review of Darwin's critics tooheretical if you have seen it.
Ever yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
When is our plan for getting some kind of meeting during the winter tobe organised?
[The next two letters refer to the award of the Copley Medal to Mr.Darwin. Huxley was exceedingly indignant at an attempt on the part ofthe president to discredit the "Origin" by a side wind:—]
Jermyn Street, November 4, 1864.
My dear Darwin,
I write two lines which are NOT TO BE ANSWERED, just as to say howdelighted I am at the result of the doings of the Council of the RoyalSociety yesterday. Many of us were somewhat doubtful of the result, andthe more ferocious sort had begun to whet their beaks and sharpen theirclaws in preparation for taking a very decided course of action hadthere been any failure of justice this time. But the affair was settledby a splendid majority, and our ruffled feathers are smoothed down.
Your well-won reputation would not have been lessened by the lack of the
Copley, but it would have been an indelible reproach to the Royal
Society not to have given it to you, and a good many of us had no notion
of being made to share that ignominy.
But quite apart from all these grand public-spirited motives and theirresults, you ought as a philanthropist to be rejoiced in the greatsatisfaction the award has given to your troops of friends, to none morethan my wife (whom I woke up to tell the news when I got home late lastnight).
Yours ever,
T.H. Huxley.
Please remember us kindly to Mrs. Darwin, and make our congratulationsto her on owning a Copley medallist.
Jermyn Street, December 3, 1864.
My dear Hooker,
I wish you had been at the Anniversary Meeting and Dinner, because thelatter was very pleasant, and the former, to me, very disagreeable. Mydistrust of Sabine is as you know chronic, and I went determined to keepcareful watch on his address, lest some crafty phrase injurious toDarwin should be introduced. My suspicious were justified. The only partof the address to Darwin written by Sabine himself contained thefollowing passage:—
"Speaking generally and collectively, we have expressly omitted it
(Darwin's theory) from the grounds of our award."
Of course this would be interpreted by everybody as meaning that, afterdue discussion, the council had formally resolved not only to excludeDarwin's theory from the grounds of the award, but to give public noticethrough the president that they had done so, and furthermore, thatDarwin's friends had been base enough to accept an honour for him on theunderstanding that in receiving it he should be publicly insulted!
I felt that this would never do, and therefore when the resolution forprinting the address was moved, I made a speech which I took care tokeep perfectly cool and temperate, disavowing all intention ofinterfering with the liberty of the president to say what he pleased,but exercising my constitutional right of requiring the minutes ofcouncil making the award to be read, in order that the Society might beinformed whether the conditions implied by Sabine had been imposed ornot.
The resolution was read, and of course nothing of the kind appeared.Sabine didn't exactly like it, I believe. Both Busk and Falconerremonstrated against the passage to him, and I hope it will be withdrawnwhen the address is printed. [The passage stands in the publishedaddress, but followed by another passage which softens it down.]
If not there will be an awful row, and I for one will show no mercy.
Ever yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
[The foundation of the x Club towards the earth 1864 was a notable eventfor Huxley and his circle of scientific friends. It was growing more andmore difficult for them to see one another except now and again atmeetings of the learned societies, and even that was quite uncertain.The pressure of Huxley's own work may be inferred from his letters atthis time (especially to Darwin, July 2, 1863, and January 16, 1864).Not only society, but societies had to be almost entirely given up.Moreover, the distance from one another at which some of these friendslived, added another difficulty, so that Huxley writes to Hooker in his]"remote province" [of Kew:] "I wonder if we are ever to meet again inthis world." [Accordingly in January 1864, Hooker gladly embraced aproposal of Huxley's to organise some kind of regular meeting, aproposal which bore fruit in the establishment of the x Club. OnNovember 3, 1864, the first meeting was held at St. George's Hotel,Albemarle Street, where they resolved to dine regularly "except whenBenham cannot have us, in which case dine at the Athenaeum." In thelatter eighties, however, the Athenaeum became the regular place ofmeeting, and it was here that the "coming of age" of the club wascelebrated in 1885.
Eight members met at the first meeting; the second meeting brought theirnumbers up to nine by the addition of W. Spottiswoode, but the proposalto elect a tenth member was never carried out. On the principle of lucusa non lucendo, this lent an additional appropriateness to the symbol x,the origin of which Huxley thus describes in his reminiscences ofTyndall in the "Nineteenth Century" for January 1894:—]
At starting, our minds were terribly exercised over the name andconstitution of our society. As opinions on this grave matter were noless numerous than the members—indeed more so—we finally accepted thehappy suggestion of our mathematicians to call it the x Club; and theproposal of some genius among us, that we should have no rules, save theunwritten law not to have any, was carried by acclamation.
[Besides Huxley, the members of the club were as follows:—
George Busk, F.R.S. (1807-87), then secretary of the Linnean Society, askilful anatomist. (He served as surgeon to the hospital ship"Dreadnought" at Greenwich till 1856, when he resigned and, retiringfrom practice, devoted himself to scientific pursuits, and was electedPresident of the College of Surgeons in 1871.)
Edward Frankland (1825-1899), Foreign Secretary R.S., K.C.B., then
Professor of Chemistry in the Royal Institution, and afterwards at the
Royal College of Science.
Thomas Archer Hirst, F.R.S., then mathematical master at University
College School. (In 1865 appointed Professor of Physics; in 1867, of
Pure Mathematics, at University College, London; and from 1873 to 1883
Director of Naval Studies at the Royal Naval College, Greenwich; an old
Marburg student, and intimate friend of Tyndall, whom he had succeeded
at Queenwood College in 1853. He died in 1892.)
Joseph Dalton Hooker, F.R.S., K.C.S.I., President of the Royal Society1873, the great botanist, then Assistant Director at Kew Gardens to hisfather, Sir William Hooker.
Sir John Lubbock, Bart., F.R.S., M.P., the youngest of the nine, who hadalready made his mark in archeology, and was then preparing to bring outhis "Prehistoric Times."
Herbert Spencer, who had already published "Social Statics," "Principlesof Psychology," and "First Principles."
William Spottiswoode (1825-1883), F.R.S., Treasurer and afterwards
President of the Royal Society 1878, who carried on the business of the
Queen's printer as well as being deeply versed in mathematics,
philosophy, and languages.
John Tyndall, F.R.S., (1820-1893), who had been for the last elevenyears Professor of Natural Philosophy at the Royal Institution, where hesucceeded Faraday as superintendent.
The one object, then, of the club was to afford a certain meeting-groundfor a few friends who were bound together by personal regard andcommunity of scientific interests, yet were in danger of drifting apartunder the stress of circumstances. They dined together on the firstThursday in each month, except July, August, and September, before themeeting of the Royal Society, of which all were members excepting Mr.Spencer, the usual dining hour being six, so that they should be in goodtime for the society's meeting at eight; and a minute of December 5,1885, when Huxley was treasurer and revived the ancient custom of makingsome note of the conversation, throws light on the habits of the club."Got scolded," he writes, "for dining at 6.30. Had to prove we havedined at 6.30 for a long time by evidence of waiter." (At the Februarymeeting, however, "agreed to fix dinner hour six hereafter.") "Talkedpolitics, scandal, and the three classes of witnesses—liars, d—dliars, and experts. Huxley gave account of civil list pension. Sat tothe unexampled hour of 10 p.m., except Lubbock who had to go toLinnean."
For some time there was a summer meeting, which consisted of a week-endexcursion of members and their wives (x's + yv's, as the correct formularan) to some place like Burnham or Maidenhead, Oxford or Windsor; butthis grew increasingly difficult to arrange, and dropped before verylong.
Guests were not excluded from the dinners of the club; men of science orletters of almost every nationality dined with the x at one time oranother; Darwin, W.K. Clifford, Colenso, Strachey, Tollemache, Helps;Professors Bain, Masson, Robertson Smith, and Bentham the botanist, Mr.John Morley, Sir D. Galton, Mr. Jodrell, the founder of severalscientific lectureships; Dr. Klein; the Americans Marsh, Gilman, A.Agassiz, and Youmans, the latter of whom met here several of thecontributors to the "International Science Series" organised by him; andcontinental representatives, as Helmholtz, Laugel, and Cornu.
Small as the club was, the members of it were destined to play aconsiderable part in the history of English science. Five of themreceived the Royal Medal; three the Copley; one the Rumford, six werePresidents of the British Association; three Associates of the Instituteof France; and from amongst them the Royal Society chose a Secretary, aForeign Secretary, a Treasurer, and three successive Presidents.]
I think, originally [writes Huxley, l.c.] there was some vague notion ofassociating representatives of each branch of science; at any rate, thenine who eventually came together could have managed, among us, tocontribute most of the articles to a scientific Encyclopaedia.
[They included leading representatives of half a dozen branches ofscience:—mathematics, physics, philosophy, chemistry, botany, andbiology; and all were animated by similar ideas of the high function ofscience, and of the great Society which should be the chiefrepresentative of science in this country. However unnecessary, it wasperhaps not unnatural that a certain jealousy of the club and itspossible influence grew up in some quarters. But whatever influence fellto it as it were incidentally—and earnest men with such opportunitiesof mutual understanding and such ideals of action could not fail to havesome influence on the progress of scientific organisation—it wasassuredly not sectarian nor exerted for party purposes during thetwenty-eight years of the club's existence.]
I believe that the x [continues Huxley] had the credit of being a sortof scientific caucus, or ring, with some people. In fact, twodistinguished scientific colleagues of mine once carried on aconversation (which I gravely ignored) across me, in the smoking-room ofthe Athenaeum, to this effect, "I say, A., do you know anything aboutthe x Club?" "Oh, yes, B., I have heard of it. What do they do?" "Well,they govern scientific affairs, and really, on the whole, they don't doit badly." If my good friends could only have been present at a few ofour meetings, they would have formed a much less exalted idea of us, andwould, I fear, have been much shocked at the sadly frivolous tone of ourordinary conversation.
[The x club is probably unique in the smallness of its numbers, theintellectual eminence of its members, and the length of its unchangedexistence. The nearest parallel is to be found in "The Club." (Of whichHuxley was elected a member in 1884. Tyndall and Hooker were alsomembers.) Like the x, "The Club" began with eight members at its firstmeeting, and of the original members Johnson lived twenty years,Reynolds twenty-eight, Burke thirty-three, and Bennet Langtonthirty-seven. But the ranks were earlier broken. Within ten yearsGoldsmith died, and he was followed in a twelvemonth by Nugent, and fiveyears later by Beauclerk and Chamier. Moreover, the eight were soonincreased to twelve; then to twenty and finally to forty, while the gapswere filled up as they occurred.
In the x, on the contrary, nearly nineteen years passed before theoriginal circle was broken by the death of Spottiswoode. From 1864 toSpottiswoode's death in 1883 the original circle remained unbroken; themeetings "were steadily continued for some twenty years, before ourranks began to thin; and one by one, geistige Naturen such as those forwhich the poet so willingly paid the ferryman, silent but notunregarded, took the vacated places."
(Nimm dann Fuhrmann,
Nimm die Miethe
Die Ich gerne dreifach biete;
Zwei, die eben uberfuhren
Waren geistige Naturen.)
The peculiar constitution of the club scarcely seemed to admit of newmembers; not, at all events, without altering the unique relation offriendship joined to common experience of struggle and success which hadlasted so long. After the death of Spottiswoode and Busk, and theill-health of other members, the election of new members was indeedmooted, but the proposal was ultimately negatived. Huxley's opinion onthis point appears from letters to Sir E. Frankland in 1886 and to SirJ.D. Hooker in 1888.]
As for the filling up the vacancies in the x, I am disposed to takeTyndall's view of the matter. Our little club had no very definiteobject beyond preventing a few men who were united by strong personalsympathies from drifting apart by the pressure of busy lives.
Nobody could have foreseen or expected twenty odd years ago when wefirst met, that we were destined to play the parts we have since played,and it is in the nature of things impossible that any of the new membersproposed (much as we may like and respect them all), can carry on thework which has so strangely fallen to us.
An axe with a new head and a new handle may be the same axe in onesense, but it is not the familiar friend with which one has cut one'sway through wood and brier.
[And in the other letter:—]
What with the lame dog condition of Tyndall and Hirst and Spencer and myown recurrent illnesses, the x is not satisfactory. But I don't see thatmuch will come from putting new patches in. The x really has no raisond'etre beyond the personal attachment of its original members. Franklandtold me of the names that had been mentioned, and none could be morepersonally welcome to me…but somehow or other they seem out of placein the x.
However, I am not going to stand out against the general wish, and Ishall agree to anything that is desired.
[Again:—]
The club has never had any purpose except the purely personal object ofbringing together a few friends who did not want to drift apart. It hashappened that these cronies had developed into big-wigs of variouskinds, and therefore the club has incidentally—I might sayaccidentally—had a good deal of influence in the scientific world. Butif I had to propose to a man to join, and he were to say, Well, what isyour object? I should have to reply like the needy knife-grinder,"Object, God bless you, sir, we've none to show."
[As he wrote elsewhere (loc. cit.):—]
Later on, there were attempts to add other members, which at last becamewearisome, and had to be arrested by the agreement that no propositionof that kind should be entertained, unless the name of the new may besuggested contained all the consonants absent from the names of the oldones. In the lack of Slavonic friends this decision put an end to thepossibility of increase.
[After the death, in February 1892, of Hirst, a most devoted supporterof the club, who "would, I believe, represent it in his sole personrather than pass the day over," only one more meeting took place, in thefollowing month. With five of the six survivors domiciled far from town,meeting after meeting fell through, until the treasurer wrote, "My ideais that it is best to let it die out unobserved, and say nothing aboutits decease to anyone."
Thus it came to pass that the March meeting of the club in 1893 remainedits last. No ceremony ushered it out of existence. Its end exemplified asaying of Sir J. Hooker's "At our ages clubs are an anachronism." It hadmet 240 times, yet, curious to say, although the average attendance upto 1883 was seven out of nine, the full strength of the club only met ontwenty-seven occasions.
CHAPTER 1.19.
1865.
[The progress of the American civil war suggested to Huxley in 1865 thetext for an article, "Emancipation, Black and White," the emancipationof the negro in America and the emancipation of women in England, whichappeared in the "Reader" of May 20 ("Collected Essays" 3 66). His mainargument for the emancipation of the negro was that already given in hisletter to his sister; namely, that in accordance with the moral law thatno human being can arbitrarily dominate over another without grievousdamage to his own nature, the master will benefit by freedom more thanthe freed-man. And just as the negro will never take the highest placesin civilisation yet need not to be confined to the lowest, so, heargues, it will be with women.] "Nature's old salique law will never berepealed, and no change of dynasty will be effected," [although]"whatever argument justifies a given education for all boys justifiesits application to girls as well."
[With this may be compared his letter to the "Times" of July 8, 1874
(Chapter 28).
No scientific monographs were published in 1865 by Huxley, but hislectures of the previous winter to working-men on "The various Races ofMankind" are an indication of his continued interest in Ethnology,which, set going, as has been said, by the promise to revise thewoodcuts for Lyell's book, found expression in such papers as the "HumanRemains in the Shell Mounds," 1863; the "Neanderthal Remains" of 1864;the "Methods and Results of Ethnology" of 1865; his Fullerian Lecturesof 1866-67; papers on "Two Widely Contrasted Forms of the Human Cranium"of 1866 and 1868; the "Patagonian Skulls" of 1868; and "Some FixedPoints in British Ethnology" of 1871:—
His published ethnological papers (says Sir Michael Foster) are notnumerous, nor can they be taken as a measure of his influence on thisbranch of study. In many ways he has made himself felt, not the least bythe severity with which on the one hand he repressed the pretensions ofshallow persons who, taking advantage of the glamour of the Darwiniandoctrine, talked nonsense in the name of anthropological science, and onthe other hand, exposed those who in the structure of the brain or ofother parts, saw an impassable gulf between man and the monkey. Theepisode of the "hippocampus" stirred for a while not only science butthe general public. He used his influence, already year by year growingmore and more powerful, to keep the study of the natural history of manwithin its proper lines, and chiefly with this end in view held thePresidential Chair of the Ethnological Society in 1869-70. It was mainlythrough his influence that this older Ethnological Society was, a yearlater, in 1871, amalgamated with a newer rival society, theAnthropological, under the title of "The Anthropological Institute."
During this time he was constantly occupied with paleontological work,as the following letter to Sir Charles Lyell indicates:—]
Jermyn Street, November 27, 1865.
My dear Sir Charles,
I returned last night from a hasty journey to Ireland, whither I betookmyself on Thursday night, being attracted vulture-wise by the scent of aquantity of carboniferous corpses. The journey was as well worth thetrouble as any I ever undertook, seeing that in a morning's work Iturned out ten genera of vertebrate animals of which five are certainlynew; and of these four are Labyrinthodonts, amphibia of new types. Thesefour are baptised Ophiderpeton, Lepterpeton, Ichthyerpeton,Keraterpeton. They all have ossified spinal columns and limbs. Thespecial interest attaching to the two first is that they represent atype of Labyrinthodonts hitherto unknown, and corresponding with Sirenand Amphiuma among living Amphibia. Ophiderpeton, for example, is likean eel, about three feet long with small fore legs and rudimentary hindones.
In the year of grace 1861, there were three genera of Europeancarboniferous Labyrinthodonts known, Archegosaurus, Scleroceplus,Parabatrachus.
The vertebral column of Archegosaurus was alone known, and it was in aremarkably imperfect state of ossification. Since that date, by asuccession of odd chances, seven new genera have come into my hands, andof these six certainly have well-ossified and developed vertebralcolumns.
I reckon there are now about thirty genera of Labyrinthodonts known fromall parts of the world and all deposits. Of these eleven have beenestablished by myself in the course of the last half-dozen years, uponremains which have come into my hands by the merest chance.
Five and twenty years ago, all the world but yourself believed that avertebrate animal of higher organisation than a fish in thecarboniferous rocks never existed. I think the whole story is not a badcomment upon negative evidence.
January 1, 1865.
My dear Darwin,
I cannot do better than write my first letter of the year to you, if itis only to wish you and yours your fair share (and more than your fairshare, if need be) of good for the New Year. The immediate cause of mywriting, however, was turning out my pocket and finding therein anunanswered letter of yours containing a scrap on which is a request fora photograph, which I am afraid I overlooked. At least I hope I did, andthen my manners won't be so bad. I enclose the latest version of myself.
I wish I could follow out your suggestion about a book on zoology. (Bythe way please to tell Miss Emma that my last book IS a book. [The firstvolume of his Hunterian Lectures on "Comparative Anatomy." A secondvolume never appeared. Miss Darwin, as her father wrote to Huxley afterthe delivery of his Working Men's Lectures in 1862, "was reading yourLectures, and ended by saying, 'I wish he would write a book.' Ianswered, 'he has just written a great book on the skull.' 'I don't callthat a book,' she replied, and added, 'I want something that people canread; he does write so well.'"] Marry come up! Does her ladyship call ita pamphlet?)
But I assure you that writing is a perfect pest to me unless I aminterested, and not only a bore but a very slow process. I have somepopular lectures on Physiology, which have been half done for more thana twelvemonth, and I hate the sight of them because the subject nolonger interests me, and my head is full of other matters. [See letterof April 22, 1863.]
So I have just done giving a set of lectures to working-men on "TheVarious Races of Mankind," which really would make a book in Miss Emma'ssense of the word, and which I have had reported. But when am I to workthem up? Twenty-four Hunterian Lectures loom between me and Easter. I amdying to get out the second volume of the book that is not a book, butin vain.
I trust you are better, though the last news I had of you from Lubbockwas not so encouraging as I could have wished.
With best wishes and remembrances to Mrs. Darwin.
Ever yours,
T.H. Huxley.
Thanks for "fur Darwin," I had it.
26 Abbey Place, January 15, 1865.
My dear Darwin,
Many thanks for Deslongchamps' paper which I do not possess.
I received another important publication yesterday morning in the shapeof a small but hearty son, who came to light a little before six. Thewife is getting on capitally, and we are both greatly rejoiced at havinganother boy, as your godson ran great risks of being spoiled by a haremof sisters.
The leader in the "Reader" IS mine, and I am glad you like it. The moreso as it has got me into trouble with some of my friends. However, therevolution that is going on is not to be made with rose-water.
I wish if anything occurs to you that would improve the scientific partof the "Reader," you would let me know as I am in great measureresponsible for it.
I am sorry not to have a better account of your health. With kindremembrances to Mrs. Darwin and the rest of your circle.
Ever yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
Jermyn Street, May 1, 1865.
My dear Darwin,
I send you by this post a booklet none of which is much worth yourreading, while of nine-tenths of it you may say as the man did who hadbeen trying to read Johnson's "Dictionary," "that the words were fine,but he couldn't make much of the story." [Probably "A Catalogue of theCollection of Fossils in the Museum of Practical Geology," etc.]
But perhaps the young lady who has been kind enough to act as taster ofmy books heretofore will read the explanatory notice, and give me herideas thereupon (always recollecting that almost the whole of it waswritten in the pre-Darwinian epoch.)
I do not hear very good accounts of you—to my sorrow—though rumourshave reached me that the opus magnum is completely developed though notyet born. [On "Pangenesis."]
I am grinding at the mill and getting a little tired. My belongingsflourishing as I hope you are.
Ever yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
Jermyn Street, May 29, 1865.
My dear Darwin,
I meant to have written to you yesterday to say how glad I shall be toread whatever you like to send me.
I have to lecture at the Royal Institution this week, but after Friday,my time will be more at my own disposal than usual; and as always Ishall be most particularly glad to be of any use to you.
Any glimmer of light on the question you speak of is of the utmostimportance, and I shall be immensely interested in learning your views.And of course I need not add I will do my best to upset them. That isthe nature of the beast.
I had a letter from one of the ablest of the younger zoologists of
Germany, Haeckel, the other day, in which this passage occurs:—
"The Darwinian Theory, the establishment and development of which is theobject [of] all my scientific labours, has gained ground immensely inGermany (where it was at first so misunderstood) during the last twoyears, and I entertain no doubt that it will before long be everywherevictorious." And he adds that I dealt far too mildly with Kolliker.
With kindest remembrances to Mrs. Darwin and your family.
Ever yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
[This year, as is seen from the foregoing, he was again in directcommunication with Professor Ernst Haeckel of Jena, the earliest andstrongest champion of Darwinian ideas in Germany. The latter wished toenlarge his observations by joining some English scientific expedition,if any such were in preparation, but was dissuaded by the followingreply. The expected book of Darwin's was the "Pangenesis," and this isalso referred to in the three succeeding letters to Darwin himself.]
The Royal School of Mines, Jermyn Street, London, June 7, 1865.
My dear Sir,
Many thanks for your letter, and for the welcome present of yourportrait, which I shall value greatly, and in exchange for which Ienclose my own. Indeed I have delayed writing to you in order to be ableto send the last "new and improved" edition of myself.
I wish it were in my power to help you to any such appointment as thatyou wish for. But I do not think our government is likely to send outany scientific expedition to the South Seas. There is a talk about a newArctic expedition, but I doubt if it will come to much, and even if itshould be organised I could not recommend your throwing yourself away inan undertaking which promises more frost-bites than anything else to anaturalist.
In truth, though I have felt and can still feel the attraction offoreign travel in all its strength, I would counsel you to stop at home,and as Goethe says, find your America here. There are plenty of peoplewho can observe and whose places, if they are expended by fever orshipwreck, can be well enough filled up. But there are very few who cangrapple with the higher problems of science as you have done and aredoing, and we cannot afford to lose you. It is the organisation ofknowledge rather than its increase which is wanted just now. And I thinkyou can help in this great undertaking better in Germany than in NewZealand.
Darwin has been very ill for more than a year past, so ill, in fact,that his recovery was at one time doubtful. But he contrives to work inspite of fate, and I hope that before long we shall have a new book fromhim.
By way of consolation I sent him an extract from your letter touchingthe progress of his views.
I am glad that you did not think my critique of Kolliker too severe. Heis an old friend of mine, and I desired to be as gentle as possible,while performing the unpleasant duty of showing how thoroughly he hadmisunderstood the question.
I shall look with great interest for your promised book. Lately I havebeen busy with Ethnological questions, and I fear I shall not altogetherplease your able friend Professor Schleicher in some remarks I have hadto make upon the supposed value of philological evidence.
May we hope to see you at the meeting of the British Association atBirmingham? It would give many, and especially myself, much pleasure tobecome personally acquainted with you.
Ever yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
The Royal School of Mines, Jermyn Street, June 1, 1865.
My dear Darwin,
Your MS. [of "Pangenesis"] reached me safely last evening.
I could not refrain from glancing over it on the spot, and I perceive Ishall have to put on my sharpest spectacles and best considering cap.
I shall not write till I have thought well on the whole subject.
Ever yours,
T.H. Huxley.
Jermyn Street, July 16, 1865.
My dear Darwin,
I have just counted the pages of your MS. to see that they are allright, and packed it up to send you by post, registered, so I hope itwill reach you safely. I should have sent it yesterday, but people camein and bothered me about post time.
I did not at all mean by what I said to stop you from publishing yourviews, and I really should not like to take that responsibility.Somebody rummaging among your papers half a century hence will find"Pangenesis" and say, "See this wonderful anticipation of our moderntheories, and that stupid ass Huxley preventing his publishing them."And then the Carlyleans of that day will make me a text for holdingforth upon the difference between mere vulpine sharpness and genius.
I am not going to be made a horrid example of in that way. But all I sayis, publish your views, not so much in the shape of formed conclusions,as of hypothetical developments of the only clue at present accessible,and don't give the Philistines more chances of blaspheming than you canhelp.
I am very grieved to hear that you have been so ill again.
Ever yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
26 Abbey Place, October 2, 1865.
My dear Darwin,
"This comes hoping you are well," and for no other purpose than to sayas much. I am just back from seven weeks' idleness at Littlehampton withmy wife and children, the first time I have had a holiday of any extentwith them for years.
We are all flourishing—the babies particularly so—and I find myselfrather loth to begin grinding at the mill again. There is a vein oflaziness in me which crops out uncommonly strong in your godson, who isabout the idlest, jolliest young four year old I know.
You will have been as much grieved as I have been about dear old Hooker.According to the last accounts, however, he is mending, and I hope tosee him in the pristine vigour again before long.
My wife is gone to bed or she would join me in the kindest regards andremembrances to Mrs. Darwin and your family.
Ever yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
[The sound judgment and nice sense of honour for which Huxley was knownamong his friends often led those who were in difficulties to appeal tohim for advice. About this time a dispute arose over an alleged case ofunacknowledged "conveyance" of information. Writing to Hooker, he saysthe one party to the quarrel failed to "set the affair straight withhalf a dozen words of frank explanation as he might have done;" as tothe other, "like all quiet and mild men who do get a grievance, hebecame about twice as 'wud' as Berserks like you and me." Both came tohim, so that he says, "I have found it very difficult to deal honestlywith both sides without betraying the confidence of either or makingmatters worse." Happily, with his help, matters reached a peacefulsolution, and his final comment is:—]
I don't mind fighting to the death in a good big row, but when A and Bare supplying themselves from C's orchard, I don't think it is very muchworth while to dispute whether B filled his pockets directly from thetrees or indirectly helped himself to the contents of A's basket. If Bhas so helped himself, he certainly ought to say so like a man, but if Iwere A, I would not much care whether he did or not.
— has been horribly disgusted about it, but I am not sure thediscipline may not have opened his eyes to new and useful aspects ofnature.
[The summer of 1865 saw the inception of an educational experiment—anInternational Education Society—to which Huxley gladly gave his supportas a step in the right direction. He had long been convinced of theinadequacy of existing forms of education—survivals from the needs of abygone age—to prepare for the new forms into which intellectual lifewas passing. That educators should be content to bring up the younggeneration in the modes of thought which satisfied their forefathersthree centuries ago, as if no change had passed over the world sincethen, filled him with mingled amazement and horror.
The outcome of the scheme was the International College, at SpringGrove, Isleworth, under the headmastership of Dr. Leonhard Schmitz; oneof the chief members of the committee being Dr. (afterwards Sir) WilliamSmith, while at the head of the Society was Richard Cobden, under whosepresidency it had been registered some time before. John Stuart Mill,however, refused to join, considering that this was not the most neededreform in education, and that he could not support a school in which theordinary theology was taught.
An article in the "Reader" for June 17, 1865, sketches the plan. Thedesign was to give a liberal education to boys whether intended for aprofession or for commerce. The education for both was the same up to acertain point, corresponding to that given in our higher schools,together with foreign languages and the elements of physical and socialscience, after which the courses bifurcated. (For a fuller account ofthe scientific education see below.) Special stress was laid on modernlanguages, both for themselves and as a preparation and help forclassical teaching. Accordingly, the International College was one ofthree parallel institutions in England, France, and Germany, where a boycould in turn acquire a sound knowledge of all three languages whilecontinuing the same course of education. The Franco-Prussian war of1870, however, proved fatal to the scheme.
Some letters to his friend Dr. W.K. Parker, show the good-fellowshipwhich existed between them, as well as the interest he took in the styleand success of Parker's work. (A man of whom he wrote (preface toProfessor Jeffery Parker's "Life of W.K. Parker" 1893), that "in him thegenius of an artist struggled with that of a philosopher, and notunfrequently the latter got the worst of the contest." He speaks too ofhis "minute accuracy in observation and boundless memory for details andimagination which absolutely rioted in the scenting out of subtle andoften far-fetched analogies.") Parker was hard at work on Birds, asubject in which his friend and leader also was deeply interested, andwas indeed preparing an important book upon it.
Referring to his candidature for the Royal Society, he writes onFebruary 21, 1865:] "With reference to your candidature, I am ready tobring your name forward whenever you like, and to back you with 'all mymight, power, amity, and authority,' as Essex did Bacon (you need notserve me as Bacon did Essex afterwards), but my impression has been thatyou did not wish to come forward this year."
[And on November 2, 1866, congratulating him on his] "well-earnedhonour" [of the F.R.S.]—"Go on and prosper. These are not the thingswise men work for; but it is not the less proper of a wise man to takethem when they come unsought."
26 Abbey Place, December 3, 1865.
My dear Parker,
I have been so terribly pressed by my work that I have only just beenable to finish the reading of your paper.
Very few pieces of work which have fallen in my way come near youraccount of the Struthious skull in point of clearness and completeness.It is a most admirable essay, and will make an epoch in this kind ofinquiry.
I want you, however, to remodel the introduction, and to make someunessential but convenient difference in the arrangement of some of thefigures.
Secondly, full as the appendix is of most valuable and interestingmatter, I advise you for the present to keep it back.
My reason is that you have done justice neither to yourself nor to yourtopics, and that if the appendix is printed as it stands, your labourwill be in great measure lost.
You start subjects enough for half a dozen papers, and partly from thecompression thus resulting, and partly from the absence ofillustrations, I do not believe there are half a dozen men in Europe whowill be able to follow you. Furthermore, though the appendix is relevantenough—every line of it—to those who have dived deep, as you and Ihave—to any one else it has all the aspects of a string of desultorydiscussions. AS YOUR FATHER CONFESSOR, I FORBID THE PUBLICATION OF THEAPPENDIX. After having had all this trouble with you I am not going tohave you waste your powers for want of a little method, so I tell you.
What you are to do is this. You are to rewrite the introduction and tosay that the present paper is the first of a series on the structure ofthe vertebrate skull; that the second will be "On the development of theosseous cranium of the Common Fowl" (and here (if you are good), I willpermit you to introduce the episode on cartilage and membrane[illegible]); the third will be "On the chief modifications of thecranium observed in the Sauropsida."
The fourth, "On the mammalian skull."
The fifth, "On the skull of the Ichthyopsida."
I will give you two years from this time to execute these five memoirs;and then if you have stood good-temperedly the amount of badgering andbullying you will get from me whenever you come dutifully to reportprogress, you shall be left to your own devices in the third year topublish a paper on "The general structure and theory of the vertebrateskull."
You have a brilliant field before you, and a start such that no one islikely to catch you. Sit deliberately down over against the city,conquer it and make it your own, and don't be wasting powder in knockingdown odd bastions with random shells.
I write jestingly, but I really am very much in earnest. Come and have atalk on the matter as soon as you can, for I should send in my report.You will find me in Jermyn Street, Tuesday, Wednesday, or Thursdaymornings, Thursday afternoon, but not Tuesday or Wednesday afternoon.Send a line to say when you will come.
Ever yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
CHAPTER 1.20.
1866.
[Besides his Fullerian lectures on Ethnology at the Royal Institutionthis year, Huxley published in February 1866 a paper in the "NaturalHistory Review," on the "Prehistoric Remains of Caithness," based upon aquantity of remains found the previous autumn at Keiss. This, and thearticle on the "Neanderthal Skull" in the "Natural History Review" for1864, attracted some notice among foreign anthropologists. Dr. H.Welcker writes about them; Dr. A. Ecker wants the "Prehistoric Remains"for his new "Archiv fur Anthropologie"; the Societe d'Anthropologie deParis elects him a Foreign Associate.
He was asked by Dr. Fayrer to assist in a great scheme he had proposedto the Asiatic Society (Comp. Chapter 22 ad init. and Appendix 1.), togather men of every tribe from India, the Malayan Peninsula, Persia,Arabia, the Indian Archipelago, etc., for anthropological purposes. Itwas well received by the Council of the Society and by theLieutenant-Governor of Bengal; anything Huxley could say in its favourwould be of great weight. Would he come out as Dr. Fayrer's guest?
Unable to go to Calcutta, he sent the following letter:—]
Jermyn Street, London, June 14, 1866.
My dear Fayrer,
I lose no time in replying to your second letter, and my first businessis to apologise for not having answered the first, but it reached me inthe thick of my lectures, and like a great many other things which oughtto have been done I put off replying to a more convenient season. I havebeen terribly hard worked this year, and thought I was going to breakdown a few weeks ago but luckily I have pulled through.
I heartily wish that there were the smallest chance of my being able toaccept your kind invitation and take part in your great scheme atCalcutta. But it is impossible for me to leave England for more than sixweeks or two months, and that only in the autumn, a time of year when Iimagine Calcutta is not likely to be the scene of anything but cholerapatients.
As to your plan itself, I think it a most grand and useful one if it canbe properly carried out. But you do things on so grand a scale in Indiathat I suppose all the practical difficulties which suggest themselvesto me may be overcome.
It strikes me that it will not do to be content with a singlerepresentative of each tribe. At least four or five will be needed toeliminate the chances of accident, and even then much will depend uponthe discretion and judgment of the local agent who makes the suggestion.This difficulty, however, applies chiefly if not solely to physicalethnology. To the philologer the opportunities for comparing dialectsand checking pronunciation will be splendid, however [few] theindividual speakers of each dialect may be. The most difficult task ofall will be to prevent the assembled Savans from massacring the"specimens" at the end of the exhibition for the sake of their skullsand pelves!
I am really afraid that my own virtue might yield if so tempted!
Jesting apart, I heartily wish your plans success, and if there are anymore definite ways in which I can help, let me know, and I will do mybest. You will want, I should think, a physical and a philologicalcommittee to organise schemes: (1) for systematic measuring, weighing,and portraiture, with observation and recording of all physicalcharacters; and (2) for uniform registering of sounds by Roman lettersand collection of vocabularies and grammatical forms upon an uniformsystem.
I should advise you to look into the Museum of the Societed'Anthropologie of Paris, and to put yourself in communication with M.Paul Broca, one of its most active members, who has lately beenorganising a scheme of general anthropological instructions. But don'thave anything to do with the quacks who are at the head of the"Anthropological Society" over here. If they catch scent of what you areabout they will certainly want to hook on to you.
Once more I wish I had the chance of being able to visit your congress.I have been lecturing on Ethnology this year [As Fullerian Professor atthe Royal Institution.], and shall be again this year, and I would givea good deal to be able to look at the complex facts of Indian Ethnologywith my own eyes.
But as the sage observed, "what's impossible can't be," and what withshort holidays—a wife and seven children—and miles of work in arrear,India is an impossibility for me.
You say nothing about yourself, so I trust you are well and hearty, andall your belongings flourishing.
Ever yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
[In paleontology he published this year papers on the "VertebrateRemains from the Jarrow Colliery, Kilkenny;" on a new "Telerpeton fromElgin," and on some "Dinosaurs from South Africa." The latter, and manymore afterwards, were sent over by a young man named Alfred Brown, whohad a curious history. A Quaker gentleman came across him when employedin cleaning tools in Cirencester College, found that he was a good Greekand Latin scholar, and got him a tutorship in a clergyman's family atthe Cape. He afterwards entered the postal service, and being inspiredwith a vivid interest in geology, spent all the leave he could obtainfrom his office on the Orange River in getting fossils from theStormberg Rocks. These, as often as he could afford to send such weightypackages, he sent to Sir R. Murchison, to whom he had received a letterof introduction from his official superior. Sir Roderick, writing toHuxley, says "that he was proud of his new recruit," to whom he sent notonly welcome words of encouragement, but the no less welcome news thatthe brother of his "discoverer," hearing of the facts from ProfessorWoodward, offered to defray his expenses so that he could collectregularly.
On April 2 Huxley was in Edinburgh to receive the first academicdistinction conferred upon him in Britain. He received the honorarydegree of the University in company with Tyndall and Carlyle. It waspart of the fitness of things that he should be associated in thishonour with his close friend Tyndall; but though he frequentlyacknowledged his debt to Carlyle as the teacher who in his youth hadinspired him with his undying hatred of shams and humbugs of every kind,and whom he had gratefully come to know in after days, Carlyle did notforgive the publication of "Man's Place in Nature." Years after, nearthe end of his life, my father saw him walking slowly and alone down theopposite side of the street, and touched by his solitary appearance,crossed over and spoke to him. The old man looked at him, and merelyremarking, "You're Huxley, aren't you? the man that says we are alldescended from monkeys," went on his way.
On July 6 he writes to tell Darwin that he has lodged a memorial of hisabout the fossils at the Gallegos river, which was to be visited by the"Nassau" [Chapter 22] exploring ship, with the hydrographer direct,instead of sending it in to the Lords of the Admiralty, who would onlyhave sent it on to the hydrographer. This letter he heads "Countryorders executed with accuracy and despatch."
The following letter to Charles Kingsley explains itself:—]
Jermyn Street, April 12, 1866.
My dear Kingsley,
I shall certainly do myself the pleasure of listening to you when youpreach at the Royal Institution. I wonder if you are going to take theline of showing up the superstitions of men of science. Their name islegion, and the exploit would be a telling one. I would do it myselfonly I think I am already sufficiently isolated and unpopular.
However, whatever you are going to do I am sure you will speak honestlyand well, and I shall come and be assistant bottleholder.
I am glad you like the working men's lectures. I suspect they are aboutthe best things of that line that I have done, and I only wish I had hadthe sense to anticipate the run they have had here and abroad, and Iwould have revised them properly.
As they stand they are terribly in the rough, from a literary point ofview.
No doubt crib-biting, nurse-biting and original sin in general are allstrictly reducible from Darwinian principles; but don't by misadventurerun against any academical facts.
Some whales have all the cerebral vertebrae free NOW, and every one ofthem has the full number, seven, whether they are free or fixed. Nodoubt whales had hind legs once upon a time. If when you come up to townyou go to the College of Surgeons, my friend Flower the Conservator (agood man whom you should know), will show you the whalebone whale'sthigh bones in the grand skeleton they have recently set up. The legs,to be sure, and the feet are gone, the battle of life having leftprivate Cetacea in the condition of a Chelsea pensioner.
Ever yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
[This year the British Association met at Nottingham, and Huxley waspresident of Section D. In this capacity he invited Professor Haeckel toattend the meeting, but the impending war with Austria prevented anyPrussian from leaving his country at the time, though Haeckel managed tocome over later.
Huxley did not deliver a regular opening address to the section on theThursday, but on the Friday made a speech, which was followed by adiscussion upon biology and its several branches, especially morphologyand its relation to physiology ("the facts concerning form are questionsof force, every form is force visible.") He lamented that thesubdivisions of the section had to meet separately as a result ofspecialisation, the reason for which he found in the want of properscientific education in schools. And this was the fault of theuniversities, for just as in the story, "Stick won't beat dog, dog won'tbite pig, and so the old woman can't get home," science would not betaught in the schools until it is recognised by the universities.
This prepared the way for Dean Farrar's paper on science teaching in thepublic schools. His experience as a master at Harrow made him stronglyoppose the existing plan of teaching all boys classical compositionwhether they were suited for it or no. He wished to exchange a greatdeal of Latin verse-making for elementary science.
This paper was doubly interesting to Huxley, as coming from a classicalmaster in a public school, and he remarked, "He felt sure that at thepresent time, the important question for England was not the duration ofher coal, but the due comprehension of the truths of science, and thelabours of her scientific men."
On the practical side, however, Mr. J. Payne said the great difficultywas the want of teachers; and suggested that if men of science werereally in earnest they would condescend to teach in the schools.
It was to a certain extent in answer to this appeal that Huxley gave hislectures on Physiography in 1869, and instituted the course of trainingfor science teachers in 1871.
He concluded his work at Nottingham by a lecture to working men.
The following is in reply to Mr. Spencer who had accused himself oflosing his temper in an argument:—]
26 Abbey Place, Sunday, November 8, 1868.
My dear Spencer,
Your conscience has been treating you with the most extreme and unjustseverity.
I recollect you LOOKED rather savage at one point in our discussion, butI do assure you that you committed no overt act of ferocity; and if youhad, I think I should have fully deserved it for joining in theferocious onslaught we all made upon you.
What your sins may be in this line to other folk I don't know, but sofar as I am concerned I assure you I have often said that I know no onewho takes aggravated opposition better than yourself, and that I havenot a few times been ashamed of the extent to which I have tried yourpatience.
So you see that you have, what the Buddhists call a stock of accumulatedmerit, envers moi—and if you should ever feel inclined to "d—n myeyes" you can do so and have a balance left.
Seriously, my old friend, you must not think it necessary to apologiseto me about any such matters, but believe me (d—nd or und—d)
Ever yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
26 Abbey Place, November 11, 1866.
My dear Darwin,
I thank you for the new edition of the "Origin," and congratulate you onhaving done with it for a while, so as to be able to go on to that bookof a portion of which I had a glimpse years ago. I hear good accounts ofyour health, indeed the last was that you were so rampageous you meantto come to London and have a spree among its dissipations. May that betrue.
I am in the thick of my work, and have only had time to glance at your
"Historical Sketch."
What an unmerciful basting you give "our mutual friend." I did not knowhe had put forward any claim! and even now that I read it black andwhite, I can hardly believe it.
I am glad to hear from Spencer that you are on the right (that is MY)side in the Jamaica business. But it is wonderful how people whocommonly act together are divided about it.
My wife joins with me in kindest wishes to Mrs. Darwin and yourself.
Ever yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
You will receive an elementary physiology book, not for your reading butfor Miss Darwin's. Were you not charmed with Haeckel?
[The "Jamaica business" here alluded to was Governor Eyre's suppressionof the negro rising, in the course of which he had executed, undermartial law, a coloured leader and member of the Assembly, named Gordon.The question of his justification in so doing stirred Englandprofoundly. It became the touchstone of ultimate political convictions.Men who had little concern for ordinary politics, came forward to defenda great constitutional principle which they conceived to be endangered.A committee was formed to prosecute Governor Eyre on a charge of murder,in order to vindicate the right of a prisoner to trial by due process oflaw. Thereupon a counter-committee was organised for the defence of theman who, like Cromwell, judged that the people preferred their realsecurity to forms, and had presumably saved the white population ofJamaica by striking promptly at the focus of rebellion.
The "Pall Mall Gazette" of October 29, 1866, made a would-be smartallusion to the part taken in the affair by Huxley, which evoked, inreply, a calm statement of his reasons for joining the prosecutingcommittee:—
It is amusing (says the "Pall Mall") to see how the rival committees,the one for the prosecution and the other for the defence of Mr. Eyre,parade the names of distinguished persons who are enrolled assubscribers on either side. Mill is set against Carlyle, and tocounterbalance the adhesion of the Laureate to the Defence Fund, the"Star" hastens to announce that Sir Charles Lyell and Professor Huxleyhave given their support to the Jamaica Committee. Everything, ofcourse, depends on the ground on which the subscriptions are given. Onecan readily conceive that Mr. Tennyson has been chiefly moved by agenerous indignation at the vindictive behaviour of the JamaicaCommittee. It would be curious also to know how far Sir Charles Lyell'sand Mr. Huxley's peculiar views on the development of species haveinfluenced them in bestowing on the negro that sympathetic recognitionwhich they are willing to extend even to the ape as "a man and abrother."
The reply appeared in the "Pall Mall" of October 31:—]
Sir,
I learn from yesterday evening's "Pall Mall Gazette" that you arecurious to know whether certain "peculiar views on the development ofspecies," which I am said to hold in the excellent company of SirCharles Lyell, have led me to become a member of the Jamaica Committee.
Permit me without delay to satisfy a curiosity which does me honour. Ihave been induced to join that committee neither by my "peculiar viewson the development of species," nor by any particular love for, oradmiration of the negro—still less by any miserable desire to wreakvengeance for recent error upon a man whose early career I have oftenadmired; but because the course which the committee proposes to takeappears to me to be the only one by which a question of the profoundestpractical importance can be answered. That question is, Does the killinga man in the way Mr. Gordon was killed constitute murder in the eye ofthe law, or does it not?
You perceive that this question is wholly independent of two otherswhich are persistently confused with it, namely—was Mr. Gordon aJamaica Hampden or was he a psalm-singing fire-brand? and was Mr. Eyreactuated by the highest and noblest motives, or was he under theinfluence of panic-stricken rashness or worse impulses?
I do not presume to speak with authority on a legal question; but,unless I am misinformed, English law does not permit good persons, assuch, to strangle bad persons, as such. On the contrary, I understandthat, if the most virtuous of Britons, let his place and authority bewhat they may, seize and hang up the greatest scoundrel in Her Majesty'sdominions simply because he is an evil and troublesome person, anEnglish court of justice will certainly find that virtuous person guiltyof murder. Nor will the verdict be affected by any evidence that thedefendant acted from the best of motives, and, on the whole, did theState a service.
Now, it MAY be that Mr. Eyre was actuated by the best of motives; it MAYbe that Jamaica is all the better for being rid of Mr. Gordon; butnevertheless the Royal Commissioners, who were appointed to inquire intoMr. Gordon's case, among other matters, have declared that:—
The evidence, oral and documentary, appears to us to be whollyinsufficient to establish the charge upon which the prisoner took histrial. ("Report" page 37.)
And again that they
Cannot see in the evidence which has been adduced, any sufficient proof,either of his (Mr. Gordon's) complicity in the outbreak at Morant Bay,or of his having been a party to any general conspiracy against theGovernment. ("Report" page 38.)
Unless the Royal Commissioners have greatly erred, therefore, thekilling of Mr. Gordon can only be defended on the ground that he was abad and troublesome man; in short, that although he might not be guilty,it served him right.
I entertain so deeply-rooted an objection to this method of killingpeople—the act itself appears to me to be so frightful a precedent,that I desire to see it stigmatised by the highest authority as a crime.And I have joined the committee which proposes to indict Mr. Eyre, inthe hope that I may hear a court of justice declare that the onlydefence which can be set up (if the Royal Commissioners are right) is nodefence, and that the killing of Mr. Gordon was the greatest offenceknown to the law—murder.
I remain, Sir, your obedient servant.
T.H. Huxley.
The Atehnaeum Club, October 30, 1866.
[Two letters to friends who had taken the opposite side in this burningquestion show how resolutely he set himself against permitting adifference on matters of principle to affect personal relations with hiswarmest opponents.]
Jermyn Street, November 8, 1866.
My dear Kingsley,
The letter of which you have heard, containing my reasons for becoming amember of the Jamaica Committee was addressed to the "Pall Mall Gazette"in reply to some editorial speculations as to my reasons for so doing.
I forget the date of the number in which my letter appeared, but I willfind it out and send you a copy of the paper.
Mr. Eyre's personality in this matter is nothing to me; I know nothingabout him, and, if he is a friend of yours, I am very sorry to beobliged to join in a movement which must be excessively unpleasant tohim.
Furthermore, when the verdict of the jury which will try him is oncegiven, all hostility towards him on my part will cease. So far fromwishing to see him vindictively punished, I would much rather, if itwere practicable, indict his official hat and his coat than himself.
I desire to see Mr. Eyre indicted and a verdict of guilty in a criminalcourt obtained, because I have, from its commencement, carefully watchedthe Gordon case; and because a new study of all the evidence which hasnow been collected has confirmed my first conviction that Gordon'sexecution was as bad a specimen as we have had since Jeffries' time ofpolitical murder.
Don't suppose that I have any particular admiration for Gordon. Hebelongs to a sufficiently poor type of small political agitator—andvery likely was a great nuisance to the Governor and other respectablepersons.
But that is no reason why he should be condemned, by an absurd tribunaland with a brutal mockery of the forms of justice, for offences withwhich impartial judges, after a full investigation, declare there is noevidence to show that he was connected.
Ex-Governor Eyre seized the man, put him in the hands of thepreposterous subalterns, who pretended to try him—saw the evidence andapproved of the sentence. He is as much responsible for Gordon's deathas if he had shot him through the head with his own hand. I daresay hedid all this with the best of motives, and in a heroic vein. But ifEnglish law will not declare that heroes have no more right to killpeople in this fashion than other folk, I shall take an earlyopportunity of migrating to Texas or some other quiet place where thereis less hero-worship and more respect for justice, which is to my mindof much more importance than hero-worship.
In point of fact, men take sides on this question, not so much bylooking at the mere facts of the case, but rather as their deepestpolitical convictions lead them. And the great use of the prosecution,and one of my reasons for joining it, is that it will help a great manypeople to find out what their profoundest political beliefs are.
The hero-worshippers who believe that the world is to be governed by itsgreat men, who are to lead the little ones, justly if they can; but ifnot, unjustly drive or kick them the right way, will sympathise with Mr.Eyre.
The other sect (to which I belong) who look upon hero-worship as nobetter than any other idolatry, and upon the attitude of mind of thehero-worshipper as essentially immoral; who think it is better for a manto go wrong in freedom than to go right in chains; who look upon theobservance of inflexible justice as between man and man as of fargreater importance than even the preservation of social order, willbelieve that Mr. Eyre has committed one of the greatest crimes of whicha person in authority can be guilty, and will strain every nerve toobtain a declaration that their belief is in accordance with the law ofEngland.
People who differ on fundamentals are not likely to convert one another.To you, as to my dear friend Tyndall, with whom I almost always act, butwho in this matter is as much opposed to me as you are, I can only say,let us be strong enough and wise enough to fight the question out as amatter of principle and without bitterness.
Ever yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
November 9, 1866.
My dear Tyndall,
Many thanks for the kind note which accompanied your letter to the
Jamaica Committee.
When I presented myself at Rogers' dinner last night I had not heard ofthe letter, and Gassiot began poking fun at me, and declaring that yourabsence was due to a quarrel between us on the unhappy subject.
I replied to the jest earnestly enough, that I hoped and believed ourold friendship was strong enough to stand any strain that might be puton it, much as I grieved that we should be ranged in opposite camps inthis or any other cause.
That you and I have fundamentally different political principles must, Ithink, have become obvious to both of us during the progress of theAmerican War. The fact is made still more plain by your printed letter,the tone and spirit of which I greatly admired without being able torecognise in it any important fact or argument which had not passedthrough my mind before I joined the Jamaica Committee.
Thus there is nothing for it but for us to agree to differ, eachsupporting his own side to the best of his ability, and respecting hisfriend's freedom as he would his own, and doing his best to remove allpetty bitterness from that which is at bottom one of the most importantconstitutional battles in which Englishmen have for many years beenengaged.
If you and I are strong enough and wise enough, we shall be able to dothis, and yet preserve that love for one another which I value as one ofthe good things of my life.
If not, we shall come to grief. I mean to do my best.
Ever yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
[Huxley was always of opinion that to write a good elementary text-bookrequired a most extensive and intimate knowledge of the subject underdiscussion. Certainly the "Lessons on Elementary Physiology" whichappeared at the end of 1866 were the outcome of such knowledge, and metwith a wonderful and lasting success as a text-book. A gracefulcompliment was passed upon it by Sir William Lawrence, when, in thankingthe author for the gift of the book, he wrote (January 24, 1867), "inyour modest book 'indocti discant, ament meminisse periti!'"
This was before the days of American copyright, and English books wereusually regarded as fair prey by the mass of American publishers. Amongthe exceptions to this practical rule were the firm of D. Appleton &Co., who made it a point of honour to treat foreign authors as thoughthey were legally entitled to some equitable rights. On their behalf anarrangement was made for an authorised American edition of the"Physiology" by Dr. Youmans, whose acquaintance thus made my father didnot allow to drop.
It is worth noting that by the year 1898 this little book had passedthrough four editions, and been reprinted thirty-one times.]
CHAPTER 1.21.
1867.
[It has already been noted that Huxley's ethnological work continuedthis year with a second series of lectures at the Royal Institution,while he enlarged his paper on "Two widely contrasted forms of HumanCrania," and published it in the "Journal of Anatomy." Onepaleontological memoir of his appeared this year on Acanthopholis, afossil from the chalk marl, an additional piece of work for which heexcuses himself to Sir Charles Lyell (January 4, 1867):—]
The new reptile advertised in "Geol. Mag." has turned up in the way ofbusiness, and I could not help giving a notice of it, or I should nothave undertaken anything fresh just now.
The Spitzbergen things are very different, and I have taken sundry looksat them and put them by again to let my thoughts ripen.
They are Ichthyosaurian, and I am not sure they do not belong to twospecies. But it is an awful business to compare all the Ichthyosaurians.I THINK that one form is new. Please to tell Nordenskiold this much.
[However, his chief interest was in the anatomy of birds, at which hehad been working for some time, and especially the development ofcertain of the cranial bones as a basis of classification. On April 11,expanding one of his Hunterian Lectures, he read a paper on this subjectat the Zoological Society, afterwards published in their "Proceedings"for 1867.
As he had found the works of Professor Cornay of help in the preparationof this paper, he was careful to send him a copy with an acknowledgmentof his indebtedness, eliciting the reply, "c'est si beau de trouver chezl'homme la science unie a la justice."
He followed this up with another paper on "The Classification andDistribution of the Alectoromorphae and Heteromorphae" in 1868, and tothe work upon this the following letter to his ally, W.K. Parker,refers:—]
Royal Geological Survey of Great Britain, Jermyn Street, July 17, 1867.
My dear Parker,
Nothing short of the direct temptation of the evil one could lead you toentertain so monstrous a doctrine, as that you propound aboutCariamidae.
I recommend fasting for three days and the application of a scourgethrice in the twenty-four hours! Do this, and about the fourth day youwill perceive that the cranial differences alone are as great as thosebetween Cathartes and Serpentarius.
If you want to hear something new and true it is this:—
1. That Memora is more unlike all the other Passerines (i.e.Coracomorphae) than they are unlike one another, and that it will haveto stand in a group by itself.
It is as much like a wren as you are—less so, in fact, if you go onmaintaining that preposterous fiction about Serpentarius.
2. Wood-peckers are more like crows than they are like cuckoos.
Aegithognathae.
Coracomorphae.
Desmognathae.
*Cypselomorphae.—Coccygomorphae.—*Gecinomorphae.
[*Shown on a horizontal line between Coracomorphae and Desmognathae.]
3. Sundevell is the sharpest fellow who has written on theclassification of birds.
4. Nitzsch and W.K. Parker [Except in the case of Serpentarius.] are thesharpest fellows who have written on their osteology.
5. Though I do not see how it follows naturally on the above, still,where can I see a good skeleton of Glareola?
None in college, B.M.S. badly prepared.
Ever yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
[An incident which diversified one of the Gilchrist lectures to workingmen is thus recorded by the "Times" of January 23, 1867:—]
A GOOD EXAMPLE.
Last night, at the termination of a lecture on ethnology, delivered byProfessor Huxley to an audience which filled the theatre of the LondonMechanics' Institute in Southampton Buildings, Chancery Lane, thelecturer said that he had received a letter as he entered the buildingwhich he would not take the responsibility of declining to read,although it had no reference to the subject under consideration. He thenread the letter, which was simply signed "A Regular Attendant at YourLectures," and which in a few words drew attention to the appallingdistress existing among the population out of work at the East End, andsuggested that all those present at the lecture that night should beallowed the opportunity of contributing one or two pennies each towardsa fund for their relief, and that the professor should become thetreasurer for the evening. This suggestion was received by the audiencewith marks of approval. The professor said he would not put pressure onanyone; he would simply place his own subscription in one of the skullson the table. This he did, and all the audience coming on the platform,threw in money in copper and silver until the novel cash box was filledwith coin which amounted to a large sum. A gentleman present expressed ahope that the example set by that audience might be followed with goodresults wherever large bodies assembled either for educational orrecreative purposes.
[At the end of April this year my father spent a week in Brittany with
Dr. Hooker and Sir J. Lubbock, rambling about the neighbourhood of
Rennes and Vannes, and combining the examination of prehistoric remains
with the refreshment of holiday making.
Few letters of this period exist. The x Club was doing its work. Most ofthose to whom he would naturally have written he met constantly. Twoletters to Professor Haeckel give pieces of his experience. One suggeststhe limits of aggressive polemics, as to which I remember his oncesaying that he himself had only twice been the aggressor in controversy,without waiting to be personally attacked; once where he found hisopponent was engaged in a flanking movement; the other when a man ofgreat public reputation had come forward to champion an untenableposition of the older orthodoxy, and a blow dealt to his pretensions tohistorical and scientific accuracy would not only bring the questionhome to many who neglected it in an impersonal form, but would alsoreact upon the value of the historical arguments with which he sought tostir public opinion in other spheres. The other letter touches on theinfluence, at once calming and invigorating, as he had known it to thefull for the last twelve years, which a wife can bring in the midst ofoutward struggles to the inner life of the home.]
Jermyn Street, London, May 20, 1867.
My dear Haeckel,
Your letter, though dated the 12th, has but just reached me. I mentionthis lest you should think me remiss, my sin in not writing to youalready being sufficiently great. But your book did not reach me untilNovember, and I have been hard at work lecturing, with scarcely anintermission ever since.
Now I need hardly say that the "Morphologie" is not exactly a novel tobe taken up and read in the intervals of business. On the contrary,though profoundly interesting, it is an uncommonly hard book, and onewants to read every sentence of it over.
I went through it within a fortnight of its coming into my hands, so asto get at your general drift and purpose, but up to this time I have notbeen able to read it as I feel I ought to read it before venturing uponcriticism. You cannot imagine how my time is frittered away in theseaccursed lectures and examinations.
There can be but one opinion, however, as to the knowledge andintellectual grasp displayed in the book; and, to me, the attempt tosystematise biology as a whole is especially interesting and valuable.
I shall go over this part of your work with great care by and by, but Iam afraid you must expect that the number of biologists who will do so,will remain exceedingly small. Our comrades are not strong in logic andphilosophy.
With respect to the polemic excursus, of course, I chuckle over themmost sympathetically, and then say how naughty they are! I have done toomuch of the same sort of thing not to sympathise entirely with you; andI am much inclined to think that it is a good thing for a man, once atany rate in his life, to perform a public war-dance against all sorts ofhumbug and imposture.
But having satisfied one's love of freedom in this way, perhaps thesooner the war-paint is off the better. It has no virtue except as asign of one's own frame of mind and determination, and when that is onceknown, is little better than a distraction.
I think there are a few patches of this kind, my dear friend, which mayas well come out in the next edition, e.g. that wonderful note about therelation of God to gas, the gravity of which greatly tickled my fancy.
I pictured to myself the effect which a translation of this would haveupon the minds of my respectable countrymen!
Apropos of translation. Darwin wrote to me on that subject, and with hisusual generosity, would have made a considerable contribution towardsthe expense if we could have seen our way to the publication of atranslation. But I do not think it would be well to translate the bookin fragments, and, as a whole, it would be a very costly undertaking,with very little chance of finding readers.
I do not believe that in the British Islands there are fifty people whoare competent to read the book, and of the fifty, five and twenty haveread it or will read it in German.
What I desire to do is to write a review of it, which will bring it intosome notice on this side of the water, and this I hope to do beforelong. If I do not it will be, you well know, from no want ofinclination, but simply from lack of time.
In any case, as soon as I have been able to study the book carefully,you shall have my honest opinion about all points.
I am glad your journey has yielded so good a scientific harvest, andespecially that you found my "Oceanic Hydrozoa" of some use. But I amshocked to find that you had no copy of the book of your own, and Ishall take care that one is sent to you. It is my first-born work, donewhen I was very raw and inexperienced, and had neither friends nor help.Perhaps I am all the fonder of the child on that ground.
A lively memory of you remains in my house, and wife and children willbe very glad to hear that I have news of you when I go home to dinner.
Keep us in kindly recollection, and believe me,
Ever yours very faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
July 16, 1867.
My dear Haeckel,
My wife and I send you our most hearty congratulations and good wishes.Give your betrothed a good account of us, and for we hope in the futureto entertain as warm a friendship for her as for you. I was very glad tohave the news, for it seemed to me very sad that a man of your warmaffections should be surrounded only by hopeless regrets. Suchsurroundings inflict a sort of partial paralysis upon one's wholenature, a result which is, to me, far more serious and regrettable thanthe mere suffering one undergoes.
The one thing for men, who like you and I stand pretty much alone, andhave a good deal of fighting to do in the external world, is to havelight and warmth and confidence within the four walls of home. May allthese good things await you!
Many thanks for your kind invitation to Jena. I am sure my wife would beas much pleased as I to accept it, but it is very difficult for her toleave her children.
We will keep it before us as a pleasant possibility, but I suspect youand Madame will be able to come to England before we shall reachGermany.
I wish I had rooms to offer you, but you have seen that troop ofchildren and they leave no corner unoccupied.
Many thanks for the Bericht and the genealogical tables. You seem, asusual, to have got through an immense amount of work.
I have been exceedingly occupied with a paper on the "Classification of
Birds," a sort of expansion of one of my Hunterian Lectures this year.
It has now gone to press, and I hope soon to be able to send you a copy
of it.
Occupation of this and other kinds must be my excuse for having allowedso much longer a time to slip by than I imagined had done before writingto you. It is not for want of sympathy, be sure, for my wife and I haveoften talked of the new life opening out to you.
This is written in my best hand. I am proud of it, as I can read everyword quite easily myself, which is more than I can always say for my ownMS.
Ever yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
[The same experience is attested and enforced in the correspondence withDr. Anton Dohrn, which begins this year. Genial, enthusiastic, aspungent as he was eager in conversation, the future founder of theMarine Biological Station at Naples, on his first visit to England, mademy father's acquaintance by accepting his invitation to stay with him]"for as long as you can make it convenient to stay" [at Swanage,] "alittle country town with no sort of amusement except what is to be gotby walking about a rather pretty country. But having warned you of this,I repeat that it will give me much pleasure to see you if you think itworthwhile to come so far."
[Dr. Dohrn came, and came into the midst of the family—seven children,ranging from ten years to babyhood, with whom he made himself as popularby his farmyard repertory, as he did with the elders by other qualities.The impression left upon him appears from a letter written soon after:—
"Ich habe heute mehrere Capitel in Mill's 'Utilitarianism' gelesen anddas Wort happiness mehr als einmal gefunden: hatte ich eine Definitiondieses vielumworbenen Wortes irgend Jemand zu geben, ich wurde sagen (Ihave been reading several chapters of Mill's 'Utilitarianism' to-day,and met with the word 'happiness' more than once; if I had to giveanybody a definition of this much debated word, in other say): go andsee the Huxley family at Swanage; and if you would enjoy the same Ienjoyed, you would feel what is happiness, and never more ask for adefinition of this sentiment."]
Swanage, September 22, 1867.
My dear Dohrn,
Thanks to my acquaintance with the "Microskopische Anatomie," and to thefact that you employ our manuscript characters, and not thehieroglyphics of what I venture to call the "cursed" and not "cursiv"Schrift, your letter was as easy as it was pleasant to read. We are allglad to have news of you, though it was really very unnecessary to thankus for trying to make your brief visit a pleasant one. Your consciencemust be more "pungent" than your talk, if it pricks you with so littlecause. My wife rejoices saucily to find that phrase of hers has stuck sostrongly in your mind, but you must remember her fondness for "Tusch."
You must certainly marry. In my bachelor days, it was unsafe for anyoneto approach me before mid-day, and for all intellectual purposes I wasbarren till the evening. Breakfast at six would have upset me for theday. You and the lobster noted the difference the other day.
Whether it is matrimony or whether it is middle age I don't know, but astime goes on you can combine both.
I cannot but accept your kind offer to send me Fanny Lewald's works,though it is a shame to rob you of them. In return my wife insists onyour studying a copy of Tennyson, which we shall send you as soon as wereturn to civilisation, which will be next Friday. If you are in Londonafter that date we shall hope to see you once more before you return tothe bosom of the "Fatherland."
I did my best to give the children your message, but I fear I failedignominiously in giving the proper bovine vocalisation to "Mroo."
That small curly-headed boy Harry, struck, I suppose by the kindness youboth show to children, has effected a synthesis between you and Tyndall,and gravely observed the other day, "Doctor Dohrn-Tyndall do say Mroo."
My wife…Sends her kind regards. The "seven" are not here or they wouldvote love by acclamation.
Ever yours very faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
[He did not this year attend the British Association, which was held inDundee. This was the first occasion on which an evening was devoted to aworking men's lecture, a step important as tending towards his own idealof what science should be:—not the province of a few, but thepossession of the many.
This first lecture was delivered by Professor Tyndall, who wrote him anaccount of the meeting, and in particular of his reconciliation withProfessors Thomson (Lord Kelvin) and Tait, with whom he had had asomewhat embittered controversy.
In his reply, Huxley writes:—]
To J. Tyndall.
Thanks also for a copy of the "Dundee Advertiser" containing yourlecture. It seemed to me that the report must be a very good one, andthe lecture reads exceedingly well. You have inaugurated the workingmen's lectures of the Association in a way that cannot be improved. Andit was worth the trouble, for I suspect they will become a great andnoble feature in the meetings.
Everything seems to have gone well at the meeting, the educationalbusiness carried [i.e. a recommendation that natural science be made apart of the curriculum in the public schools], and the anthropologersmaking fools of themselves in a most effectual way. So that I do notfeel that I have anything to reproach myself with for being absent.
I am very pleased to hear of the reconciliation with Thomson and Tait.The mode of it speaks well for them, and the fact will remove a certainsource of friction from amongst the cogs of your mental machinery.
[The following gives the reason for his resigning the Fullerianlectureship:—]
Athenaeum Club, May, 1867.
My dear Tyndall,
A conversation I had with Bence Jones yesterday reminded me that I oughtto have communicated with you. But we do not meet so often as we used todo, being, I suppose, both very busy, and I forget to write.
You recollect that the last time we talked together, you mentioned anotion of Bence Jones's to make the Fullerian Professorship ofPhysiology a practically permanent appointment, and that I was quiteinclined to stick by that (if such arrangement could be carried out),and give up other things.
But since I have been engaged in the present course of lectures I havefound reason to change my views. It is very hard work, and takes upevery atom of my time to make the lectures what they should be; and Ifind that at this time of year, being more or less used up, I suppose,with the winter work, I stand the worry and excitement of the actuallectures very badly. Add to this that it is six weeks clean gone out ofthe only time I have disposable for real scientific progress, and youwill understand how it is that I have made up my mind to resign.
I put all this clearly before Bence Jones yesterday, with the provisothat I could and would do nothing that should embarrass the Institutionor himself.
If there is the least difficulty in supplying my place, or if themanagers think I shall deal shadily with them by resigning before theexpiration of my term, of course I go on. And I hope you all understandthat I would do anything rather than put even the appearance of a slightupon those who were kind enough to elect me.
Ever yours,
T.H. Huxley.
[He found a substitute for 1868, the last year of the triennial course,in Dr. (now Sir) Michael Foster. Of his final lectures in 1867 he usedto tell a story against himself.]
In my early period as a lecturer, I had very little confidence in mygeneral powers, but one thing I prided myself upon was clearness. I wasonce talking of the brain before a large mixed audience, and soon beganto feel that no one in the room understood me. Finally I saw thethoroughly interested face of a woman auditor, and took consolation indelivering the remainder of the lecture directly to her. At the close,my feeling as to her interest was confirmed when she came up and askedif she might put one question upon a single point which she had notquite understood. "Certainly," I replied. "Now, Professor," she said,"is the cerebellum inside or outside the skull?" ("Reminiscences of T.H.Huxley" by Professor H. Fairfield Osborn).
[Dr. Foster used to add maliciously, that disgust at the smallimpression he seemed to have made was the true reason for thetransference of the lectures.]
CHAPTER 1.22.
1868.
[In 1868 he published five scientific memoirs, amongst them hisclassification of birds and "Remarks upon Archaeopteryx Lithographica"("Proceedings of the Royal Society" 16 1868 pages 243-248). Thiscreature, a bird with reptilian characters, was a suggestive object fromwhich to popularise some of the far-reaching results of his many years'labour upon the morphology of both birds and reptiles. Thus it led to alecture at the Royal Institution, on February 7, "On the Animals whichare most nearly intermediate between Birds and Reptiles."
Of this branch of work Sir M. Foster says: (Obituary Notice "Proceedingsof the Royal Society" volume 59):—
One great consequence of these researches was that science was enrichedby a clear demonstration of the many and close affinities betweenreptiles and birds, so that the two henceforward came to be known underthe joint title of Sauropsida, the amphibia being at the same timedistinctly more separated from the reptiles, and their relations tofishes more clearly signified by the joint title of Ichthyopsida. At thesame time, proof was brought forward that the line of descent of theSauropsida clearly diverged from that of the Mammalia, both startingfrom some common ancestry. And besides this great generalisation, theimportance of which, both from a classificatory and from an evolutionalpoint of view, needs no comment, there came out of the same researchesnumerous lesser contributions to the advancement of morphologicalknowledge, including among others an attempt, in many respectssuccessful, at a classification of birds.
This work in connection with the reptilian ancestry of birds furtherappears in the paleontological papers published in 1869 upon theDinosaurs (see Chapter 23), and is referred to in a letter to Haeckel.
His Hunterian lectures on the Invertebrata appeared this year in the"Quarterly Journal of Microscopical Science" (pages 126-129, and191-201), and in the October number of the same journal appeared hisfamous article "On some Organisms living at great depth in the NorthAtlantic Ocean," originally delivered before the British Association atNorwich in this year (1868). The sticky or viscid character of the freshmud from the bottom of the Atlantic had already been noticed by CaptainDayman when making soundings for the Atlantic cable. This stickiness wasapparently due to the presence of innumerable lumps of a transparent,gelatinous substance, consisting of minute granules without discoverablenucleus or membranous envelope, and interspersed with cretaceouscoccoliths. After a description of the structure of this substance andits chemical reactions, he makes a careful proviso against confoundingthe statement of fact in the description and the interpretation which heproceeds to put upon these facts:—]
I conceive that the granulate heaps and the transparent gelatinousmatter in which they are embedded represent masses of protoplasm. Takeaway the cysts which characterise the Radiolaria, and a dead Sphaerozoumwould very nearly represent one of this deep-sea "Ur-schleim," whichmust, I think, be regarded as a new form of those simple animated beingswhich have recently been so well described by Haeckel in his"Monographie der Moneras" page 210. [(See "Collected Essays" 5 153.)
Of this he writes to Haeckel on October 6, 1868:—]
This paper] is about a new "Moner" which lies at the bottom of theAtlantic to all appearances, and gives rise to some wonderful calcifiedbodies. I have christened it Bathybius Haeckelii, and I hope that youwill not be ashamed of your god-child. I will send you some of the mudwith the paper.
[The explanation was plausible enough on general grounds, if theevidence had been all that it seemed to be. But it must be noted thatthe specimens examined by him and by Haeckel, who two years laterpublished a full and detailed description of Bathybius, were seen in apreserved state. Neither of them saw a fresh specimen, though on thecruise of the "Porcupine," Sir Wyville Thomson and Dr. W. Carpenterexamined the substance in a fresh state, and found no better explanationto give of it. However, not only were the expectations that it was verywidely distributed over the Atlantic bottom, falsified in 1879 by theresearches of the "Challenger" expedition, but the behaviour of certaindeep-sea specimens gave good ground for suspecting that what had beensent home before as genuine deep-sea mud, was a precipitate due to theaction on the specimens of the spirit in which they were preserved.Though Haeckel, with his special experience of Monera, refused to desertBathybius, a close parallel to which was found off Greenland in 1876,the rest of its sponsors gave it up. Whatever it might be as a matter ofpossibility, the particular evidence upon which it had been describedwas tainted. Once assured of this, Huxley characteristically took thebull by the horns. Without waiting for any one else to come forward, hemade public renunciation of Bathybius at the British Association in1879. The "eating of the leek" as recommended to his friend Dohrn (July7, 1868), was not merely a counsel for others, but was a prescriptionfollowed by himself on occasion:—]
As you know, I did not think you were on the right track with theArthropoda, and I am not going to profess to be sorry that you havefinally worked yourself to that conclusion.
As to the unlucky publication in the "Journal of Anatomy andPhysiology," you have read your Shakespeare and know what is meant by"eating a leek." Well, every honest man has to do that now and then, andI assure you that if eaten fairly and without grimaces, the devouring ofthat herb has a very wholesome cooling effect on the blood, particularlyin people of sanguine temperament.
Seriously you must not mind a check of this kind.
[This incident, one may suspect, was in his mind when he wrote in his"Autobiography" of the rapidity of thought characteristic of hismother:—]
That characteristic has been passed on to me in full strength; it hasoften stood me in good stead, it has sometimes played me sad tricks, andit has always been a danger.
[At the Norwich meeting of the Association he also delivered hiswell-known lecture to working men "On a Piece of Chalk," a perfectexample of the handling of a common and trivial subject, so as to makeit] "a window into the Infinite." [He was particularly interested in thesuccess of the meeting, as his friend Hooker was President, and writesto Darwin, September 12:—]
We had a capital meeting at Norwich, and dear old Hooker came out ingreat force as he always does in emergencies.
The only fault was the terrible "Darwinismus" which spread over thesection and crept out when you least expected it, even in Fergusson'slecture on "Buddhist Temples."
You will have the rare happiness to see your ideas triumphant duringyour lifetime.
P.S.—I am preparing to go into opposition; I can't stand it.
[This lecture "On a Piece of Chalk," together with two others deliveredthis year, seem to me to mark the maturing of his style into thatmastery of clear expression for which he deliberately laboured, thesaying exactly what he meant, neither too much nor too little, withoutconfusion and without obscurity. Have something to say, and say it, wasthe Duke of Wellington's theory of style; Huxley's was to say that whichhas to be said in such language that you can stand cross-examination oneach word. Be clear, though you may be convicted of error. If you areclearly wrong, you will run up against a fact some time and get setright. If you shuffle with your subject, and study chiefly to uselanguage which will give a loophole of escape either way, there is nohope for you.
This was the secret of his lucidity. In no one could Buffon's aphorismon style find a better illustration, "Le style c'est l'homme meme." Inhim science and literature, too often divorced, were closely united; andliterature owes him a debt for importing into it so much of the highestscientific habit of mind; for showing that truthfulness need not bebald, and that real power lies more in exact accuracy than in luxurianceof diction. Years after, no less an authority than Spedding, in a letterupon the influence of Bacon on his own style in the matter ofexactitude, the pruning of fine epithets and sweeping statements, thereduction of numberless superlatives to positives, asserted that, if asa young man he had fallen in with Huxley's writings before Bacon's, theywould have produced the same effect upon him.
Of the other two discourses referred to, one is the opening addresswhich he delivered as Principal at the South London Working Men'sCollege on January 4, "A Liberal Education, and Where to Find It." Thisis not a brief for science to the exclusion of other teaching; no essayhas insisted more strenuously on the evils of a one-sided education,whether it be classical or scientific; but it urged the necessity for astrong tincture of science and her method, if the modern conception ofthe world, created by the spread of natural knowledge, is to be fairlyunderstood. If culture is the "criticism of life," it is fallacious ifdeprived of knowledge of the most important factor which has transformedthe medieval into the modern spirit.
Two of his most striking passages are to be found in this address; onethe simile of the force behind nature as the hidden chess player; theother the noble description of the end of a true education.
Well known as it is, I venture to quote the latter as an instance of hisstyle:—]
That man, I think, has had a liberal education, who has been so trainedin youth that his body is the ready servant of his will, and does withease and pleasure all the work that as a mechanism it is capable of;whose intellect is a clear cold logic engine, with all its parts ofequal strength, and in smooth working order; ready, like a steam engine,to be turned to any kind of work, and spin the gossamers as well asforge the anchors of the mind; whose mind is stored with a knowledge ofthe great and fundamental truths of nature and of the laws of heroperations; one who, no stunted ascetic, is full of life and fire, butwhose passions are trained to come to heel by a vigorous will, theservant of a tender conscience; who has learned to love all beauty,whether of nature or of art, to hate all vileness, and to respect othersas himself.
Such an one and no other, I conceive, has had a liberal education, forhe is, as completely as a man can be, in harmony with nature. He willmake the best of her, and she of him. They will get on together rarely;she as his ever-beneficent mother; he as her mouth-piece, her consciousself, her minister and interpreter.
[The third of these discourses is the address "On the Physical Basis of
Life," of which he writes to Haeckel on January 20, 1869:—]
You will be amused to hear that I went to the holy city, Edinburghitself, the other day, for the purpose of giving the first of a seriesof Sunday lectures. I came back without being stoned; but Murchison (whois a Scotchman you know), told me he thought it was the boldest act ofmy life. The lecture will be published in February, and I shall send itto you, as it contains a criticism of materialism which I should likeyou to consider.
[In it he explains in popular form a striking generalisation ofscientific research, namely, that whether in animals or plants, thestructural unit of the living body is made up of similar material, andthat vital action and even thought are ultimately based upon molecularchanges in this life-stuff. Materialism! gross and brutal materialism!was the mildest comment he expected in some quarters; and he took theopportunity to explain how he held] "this union of materialisticterminology with the repudiation of materialistic philosophy,"[considering the latter] "to involve grave philosophic error."
[His expectations were fully justified; in fact, he writes that somepersons seemed to imagine that he had invented protoplasm for thepurposes of the lecture.
Here, too, in the course of a reply to Archbishop Thompson's confusionof the spirit of modern thought with the system of M. Comte, he launchedhis well-known definition of Comtism as Catholicism MINUS Christianity,which involved him in a short controversy with Mr. Congreve (see "TheScientific Aspects of Positivism," "Lay Sermons" page 162), and withanother leading Positivist, who sent him a letter through Mr. Darwin.Huxley replied:—]
Jermyn Street, March 11, 1869.
My dear Darwin,
I know quite enough of Mr. — to have paid every attention to what hehas to say, even if you had not been his ambassador.
I glanced over his letter when I returned home last night very tiredwith my two nights' chairmanship at the Ethnological and the GeologicalSocieties.
Most of it is fair enough, though I must say not helping me to any novelconsiderations.
Two paragraphs, however, contained opinions which Mr. — is at perfectliberty to entertain, but not, I think, to express to me.
The one is, that I shaped what I had to say at Edinburgh with a view ofstirring up the prejudices of the Scotch Presbyterians (imagine how manyPresbyterians I had in my audiences!) against Comte.
The other is the concluding paragraph, in which Mr. — recommends me to"READ COMTE," clearly implying that I have criticised Comte withoutreading him.
You will know how far I am likely to have committed either of theimmoralities thus laid to my charge.
At any rate, I do not think I care to enter into more direct relationswith anyone who so heedlessly and unjustifiably assumes me to be guiltyof them. Therefore I shall content myself with acknowledging the receiptof Mr. —'s letter through you.
Ever yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
Jermyn Street, March 17, 1869.
My dear Darwin,
After I had sent my letter to you the other day I thought how stupid Ihad been not to put in a slip of paper to say it was meant for —'sedification.
I made sure you would understand that I wished it to be sent on, andwrote it (standing on the points of my toes and with my tail up verystiff) with that end in view.
[Sketch of two dogs bristling up.]
I am getting so weary of people writing to propose controversy to meupon one point or another, that I begin to wish the article had neverbeen written. The fighting in itself is not particularly objectionable,but it's the waste of time.
I begin to understand your sufferings over the "Origin." A good book iscomparable to a piece of meat, and fools are as flies who swarm to it,each for the purpose of depositing and hatching his own particularmaggot of an idea.
Ever yours,
T.H. Huxley.
[A little later he wrote to Charles Kingsley, who had supported him inthe controversy:—]
Jermyn Street, April 12, 1869.
My dear Kingsley,
Thanks for your hearty bottle-holding.
Congreve is no better than a donkey to take the line he does. I studiedComte, "Philosophie," "Politique," and all sixteen years ago, and havingformed my judgment about him, put it into one of the pigeon holes of mybrain (about the H[ippocampus] minor [see above.]), and there let itrest till it was wanted.
You are perfectly right in saying that Comte knew nothing about physicalscience—it is one of the points I am going to put in evidence.
The law of the three states is mainly evolved from his ownconsciousness, and is only a bad way of expressing that tendency topersonification which is inherent in man.
The Classification of Sciences is bosh—as Spencer has already shown.
Nothing short of madness, however, can have dictated Congreve'schallenge of my admiration of Comte as a man at the end of his article.Did you ever read Littre's "Life of Comte?" I bought it when it came outa year or more ago, and I rose from its perusal with a feeling of sheerdisgust and contempt for the man who could treat a noble-hearted womanwho had saved his life and his reason, as Comte treated his wife.
As soon as I have time I will deal with Comte effectually, you maydepend upon that. At the same time, I shall endeavour to be just to whatthere is (as I hold), really great and good in his clear conception ofthe necessity of reconstructing society from the bottom to the top "sansdieu ni roi," if I may interpret that somewhat tall phrase as meaning"with our conceptions of religion and politics on a scientific basis."
Comte in his later days was an apostate from his own creed; his "nouveaugrand Etre supreme," being as big a fetish as ever nigger first made andthen worshipped.
Ever yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
[It is interesting to note how he invariably submitted his writings tothe criticism of his wife before they were seen by any other eye. To herjudgment was due the toning down of many a passage which erred by excessof vigour, and the clearing up of phrases which would be obscure to thepublic. In fact, if an essay met with her approval, he felt sure itwould not fail of its effect when published. Writing to her from Norwichon August 23, 1868, he confesses himself with reference to the lecture"On a Piece of Chalk":—]
I met Grove who edits "Macmillan," at the soiree. He pulled the proof ofmy lecture out of his pocket and said, "Look here, there is oneparagraph in your lecture I can make neither top nor tail of. I can'tunderstand what it means." I looked to where his finger pointed, andbehold it was the paragraph you objected to when I read you the lectureon the sea shore! I told him, and said I should confess, however set upit might make you.
[At the beginning of September, he rejoined his wife and family atLittlehampton,] "a grand place for children, because you go UP ratherthan DOWN into the sea, and it is quite impossible for them to get intomischief by falling," [as he described it to his friend Dr. Dohrn, whocame down for ten days, eagerly looking forward "to stimulating walksover stock and stone, to Tennyson, Herbert Spencer, and Harry's ringinglaugh."
The latter half of the month he spent at or near Dublin, serving uponthe Commission on Science and Art Instruction:—]
Today [he writes on September 16], we shall be occupied in inspectingthe School of Science and the Glasnevin botanical and agriculturalgardens, and to-morrow we begin the session work of examining all theIrishry, who want jobs perpetrated. It is weary work, and the papers arealready beginning to tell lies about us and attack us.
[The rest of the year he remained in London, except the last four daysof December, when he was lecturing at Newcastle, and stayed with Sir W.Armstrong at Jesmond.]
[To Professor Haeckel.]
January 21, 1868.
Don't you think we did a right thing in awarding the Copley Medal toBaer last year? The old man was much pleased, and it was a comfort to meto think that we had not let him go to his grave without the highesthonour we had to bestow.
I am over head and ears, as we say, in work, lecturing, giving addressesto the working men and (figurez vous!) to the clergy. [On December 12,1867, there was a meeting of clergy at Sion House, under the auspices ofDean Farrar and the Reverend W. Rogers of Bishopsgate, when the bearingof recent science upon orthodox dogma was discussed. First Huxleydelivered an address; some of the clergy present denounced anyconcessions as impossible; others declared that they had long agoaccepted the teachings of geology; whereupon a candid friend inquired,"Then why don't you say so from your pulpits?" (See "Collected Essays" 3119.)]
In scientific work the main thing just now about which I am engaged is arevision of the Dinosauria, with an eye to the "Descendenz Theorie." Theroad from Reptiles to Birds is by way of Dinosauria to the Ratitae. Thebird "phylum" was struthious, and wings grew out of rudimentaryforelimbs.
You see that among other things I have been reading Ernst Haeckel's
"Morphologie."
[The next two letters reflect his views on the proper work to beundertaken by men of unusual scientific capacity:—]
Jermyn Street, January 15, 1868.
My dear Dohrn,
Though the most procrastinating correspondent in existence when a letterdoes not absolutely require an answer, I am tolerably well-behaved whensomething needs to be said or done immediately. And as that appears tome to be the case with your letter of the 13th which has this momentreached me, I lose no time in replying to it.
The Calcutta appointment has been in my hands as well as Turner's, and Ihave made two or three efforts, all of which unfortunately have provedunsuccessful to find: (1) A man who will do for it and at the same time(2) for whom it will do. Now you fulfil the first condition admirably,but as to the second I have very great doubts.
In the first place the climate of Calcutta is not particularly good foranyone who has a tendency to dysentery, and I doubt very much if youwould stand it for six months.
Secondly, we have a proverb that it is not wise to use razors to cutblocks.
The business of the man who is appointed to that museum will be to getit into order. If he does his duty he will give his time and attentionto museum work pure and simple, and I don't think that (especially in anIndian climate), he has much energy left for anything else after theday's work is done. Naming and arranging specimens is a most admirableand useful employment, but when you have done it is "cutting blocks,"and you, my friend, are a most indubitable razor, and I do not wish tohave your edge blunted in that fashion.
If it were necessary for you to win your own bread, one's advice mightbe modified. Under such circumstances one must do things which are notentirely desirable. But for you who are your own master and have acareer before you, to bind yourself down to work six hours a day atthings you do not care about and which others could do just as well,while you are neglecting the things which you do care for, and whichothers could not do so well, would, I think, be amazingly unwise.
Liberavi animam! don't tell my Indian friends I have dissuaded you, buton my conscience I could give you no other advice.
We have to thank you three times over. In the first place for a portraitwhich has taken its place among those of our other friends; secondly forthe great pleasure you gave my little daughter Jessie, by the books youso kindly sent; and thirdly, for Fanny Lewald's autobiography whicharrived a few days ago.
Jessie is meditating a letter of thanks (a serious undertaking), andwhen it is sent the mother will have a word to say for herself.
In the middle of October scarlet fever broke out among my children, andthey have all had it in succession, except Jessie, who took it sevenyears ago. The last convalescent is now well, but we had the disease inthe house nearly three months, and have been like lepers, cut off fromall communication with our neighbours for that time.
We have had a great deal of anxiety, and my wife has been pretty nearlyworn out with nursing day and night; but by great good fortune "thehappy family" has escaped all permanent injury, and you might hear asmuch laughter in the house as at Swanage.
Will you be so kind as to thank Professor Gegenbaur for a paper on thedevelopment of the vertebral column of Lepidosteum I have just receivedfrom him? He has been writing about the process of ossification and the"deck-knochen" question, but I cannot make out exactly where. Could youlet me know?
I am anxious for the "Arthropoden Werk," but I expect to gasp when itcomes.
Turn to page 380 of the new edition of our friend Kolliker's "Handbuch,"and you will find that though a view which I took off the "organonadamantinae" some twelve or fourteen years ago, and which Kolliker hasup to this time repudiated, turns out, and is now admitted by him, to beperfectly correct, yet "that I was not acquainted with the facts thatwould justify the conclusion." Really, if I had time I could be angry.
Pray remember me most kindly to Haeckel, to all whose enemies I wishconfusion, and believe me, ever yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
P.S.—I have read a hundred pages or so of Fanny Lewald's first Bd., andam delighted with her insight into child-life.
[Tyndall was resigning his lectureship at the School of Mines:—]
Jermyn Street, June 10, 1868.
My dear Tyndall,
All I can say is, I am heartily sorry.
If you feel that your lectures here interfere with your original work, Ishould not be a true friend either to science or yourself if I said aword against your leaving us.
But for all that I am and shall remain very sorry.
Ever yours very sincerely,
T.H. Huxley.
If you recommend —, of course I shall be very glad to support him inany way I can. But at present I am rather disposed to d—n anyone whooccupies your place.
[The following extract is from a letter to Haeckel (November 13, 1868),with reference to the proposed translation of his "Morphologie" by theRay Society:—]
We shall at once look out for a good translator of the text, as the jobwill be a long and a tough one. My wife (who sends her best wishes andcongratulations on your fatherhood) will do the bits of Goethe's poetry,and I will look after the prose citations.
Next as to the text itself. The council were a little alarmed at thebulk of the book, and it is of the utmost importance that it would becondensed to the uttermost.
Furthermore, English propriety had taken fright at rumours touching theaggressive heterodoxy of some passages. (We do not much mind heterodoxyhere, if it does not openly proclaim itself as such.)
And on both these points I had not only to give very distinctassurances, such as I thought your letters had entitled me to give; butin a certain sense to become myself responsible for your behavingyourself like a good boy!
If I had not known you and understood your nature and disposition as Ifancy I do, I should not have allowed myself to be put in this position;but I have implicit faith in your doing what is wise and right, and somaking it tenable.
There is not the slightest desire to make you mutilate your book orleave out anything which you conceive to be absolutely essential; and Ion my part should certainly not think of asking you to make anyalteration which would not in my judgment improve the book quiteirrespectively of the tastes of the British public.
[Alterations are suggested.] But I stop. By this time you will beswearing at me for attacking all your favourite bits. Let me know whatyou think about these matters.
I congratulate you and Madame Haeckel heartily on the birth of your boy.Children work a greater metamorphosis in men than any other condition oflife. They ripen one wonderfully and make life ten times better worthhaving than it was.
26 Abbey Place, November 15, 1868.
My dear Darwin,
You are always the bienvenu, and we shall be right glad to see you on
Sunday morning.
We breakfast at 8.30, and the decks are clear before nine. I would offeryou breakfast, but I know it does not suit you to come out unfed; andbesides you would abuse the opportunity to demoralise Harry. [This smallboy of nearly four was a great favourite of Darwin's. When we childrenwere all staying at Down about this time, Darwin himself would come inupon us at dinner, and patting him on the head, utter what was become ahousehold word amongst us, "Make yourself at home, and take largemouthfuls."]
Ever yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
[An undated note to Darwin belongs to the very end of this year, or tothe beginning of the next:—]
The two volumes of the new book have just reached me. My best thanks forthem; and if you can only send me a little time for reading within thenext three months you will heighten the obligation twenty-fold. I wish Ihad either two heads or a body that needed no rest!
CHAPTER 1.23.
1869.
[In 1869 Huxley published five paleontological papers, chiefly upon theDinosaurs (see letter above to Haeckel, January 21, 1868). Hisphysiological researches upon the development of parts of the skull, arerepresented by a paper for the Zoological Society, while the"Introduction to the Classification of Animals" was a reprint this yearof the substance of six lectures in the first part of the lectures on"Elementary Comparative Anatomy" (1864), which were out of print, butstill in demand by students.
As President of the Ethnological Society, he delivered an inauguraladdress "On the Ethnology and Archeology of India," on March 9, andanother "On the Ethnology and Archeology of North America," on April 13.As president of the Society, moreover, he urged upon the Government theadvisability of forming a systematic series of photographs of thevarious races comprehended in the British Empire, and was officiallycalled upon to offer suggestions for carrying out the project. Thisappears to be an amplification of Sir Joseph Fayrer's plan in 1866, withrespect to all the tribes of India (see Appendix 1.)
On April 7 he delivered his "Scientific Education: Notes of anAfter-Dinner Speech" before the Philomathic Society at Liverpool("Collected Essays" 3 3), one part of which deals with the attitude ofthe clergy towards physical science, and expresses the necessaryantagonism between science and Roman Catholic doctrine which appearsmore forcibly in one of his speeches at the School Board in 1871.
In this and other educational addresses, he had suggested that one ofthe best ways of imparting to children a preliminary knowledge of thephenomena of nature would be a course of what the Germans call"Erdkunde," or general information about the world we live in. It shouldreach from our simplest everyday observations to wide generalisations ofphysical science; and should supply a background for the study ofhistory. To this he gave the name "Physiography," a name which hebelieved to be original, until in 1877 his attention was called to thefact that a "Physiographie" had been published in Paris thirty yearsbefore.
The idea was no new one with him. Part of his preliminary lectures atthe School of Mines had been devoted to something of the kind for thelast dozen years; he had served on the Committee of the BritishAssociation, appointed in 1866 as the result of a paper by the presentDean Farrar, then a Harrow master, "On the Teaching of Science in thePublic Schools," to report upon the whole question. Moreover, inconsultation with Dr. Tyndall, he had drawn up a scheme in the winter1868-69, for the science teaching in the International College, on theCouncil of which they both were.
Seven yearly grades were arranged in this scheme, proceeding from thesimplest account of the phenomena of nature taught chiefly by objectlessons, largely through the elements of Physics and Botany, Chemistryand Human Physiology—all illustrated with practical demonstrations—tomore advanced work in these subjects, as well as in Social Science,which embraced not only the theory of commerce and government, but theNatural History of Man up to the point at which Ethnology and Archeologytouch history.
It is interesting to note that the framers of this report thought itnecessary to point out that one master could not teach all thesesubjects.
In the three later stages the boys might follow alternative lines ofstudy according to their tastes and capacities; but of the earlier part,which was to be obligatory upon all, the report says:—These four yearsstudy, if properly employed by the teachers, will constitute a completepreparatory scientific course. However slight the knowledge of detailsconferred, a wise teacher of any of these subjects will be able to makethat teaching thorough; and to give the scholar a notion of the methodsand of the ideas which he will meet with in his further progress in allbranches of physical science.
In fact, the fundamental principle was to begin with ObservationalScience, facts collected; to proceed to Classificatory Science, factsarranged; and to end with Inductive Science, facts reasoned upon andlaws deduced.
While he was much occupied with the theoretical and practicaldifficulties of such a scheme of science teaching for general use, hewas asked by his friend, the Reverend W. Rogers of Bishopsgate, if hewould not deliver a course of lectures on elementary science to boys ofthe schools in which the latter was interested.
He finally accepted in the following letter, and as the result,delivered twelve lectures week by week from April to June to a largeaudience at the London Institution in Finsbury Circus, lectures noteasily forgotten by the children who listened to them nor by theirelders:—]
Jermyn Street, February 5, 1869.
My dear Rogers,
Upon due reflection I am not indisposed to undertake the course oflessons we talked about the other day, though they will cost me a gooddeal of trouble in various ways, and at a time of the year when I amgetting to the end of my tether and don't much like trouble.
But the scheme is too completely in harmony with what (in conjunctionwith Tyndall and others) I have been trying to bring about in schools ingeneral—not to render it a great temptation to me to try to get it intopractical shape.
All I have to stipulate is that we shall have a clear understanding onthe part of the boys and teachers that the discourses are to [be]LESSONS and not talkee-talkee lectures. I should like it to beunderstood that the boys are to take notes and to be examined at the endof the course. Of course I cannot undertake to be examiner, but theschools might make some arrangement on this point.
You see my great object is to set going something which can be worked inevery school in the country in a thorough and effectual way, and set anexample of the manner in which I think this sort of introduction toscience ought to be managed.
Unless this can be done I would rather not embark in a project whichwill involve much labour, worry, and interruption to my regular line ofwork.
I met Mr. [illegible] last night, and discussed the subject briefly withhim.
Ever yours very faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
I enclose a sort of rough programme of the kind of thing I mean, cut upfrom a project of instruction for a school about which I am now busy.The managers might like to see it. But I shall be glad to have itreturned.
[These lectures were repeated in November at South Kensington Museum, asthe first part of a threefold course to women on the elements ofphysical science, and the "Times" reporter naively remarks that underthe rather alarming name of Physiography, many of the audience were nodoubt surprised to hear an exceedingly simple and lucid description of ariver-basin. Want of leisure prevented him from bringing out thelectures in book form until November 1877. When it did appear, however,the book, like his other popular works, had a wide sale, and became theforerunner of an immense number of school-books on the subject.
As President of the Geological Society, he delivered an address("Collected Essays" 8 305), at the anniversary meeting, February 19,upon the "Geological Reform" demanded by the considerations advanced bythe physicists, as to the age of the earth and the duration of life uponit. From the point of view of biology he was ready to accept the limitssuggested, provided that the premises of Sir William Thomson's (Now LordKelvin.) argument were shown to be perfectly reliable; but he pointedout a number of considerations which might profoundly modify the resultsof the isolated causes adduced; and uttered a warning against thepossible degradation of "a proper reverence for mathematical certainty"into "a superstitious respect for all arguments arrived at by process ofmathematics." (See "Collected Essays" 8 Introduction page 8.)
At the close of the year, as his own period of office came to an end, itwas necessary to select a new president of the Geological. He stronglyurged Professor (afterwards Sir Joseph) Prestwich to stand, and when thelatter consented, a few weeks, by the way, before his marriage was totake place, replied:—]
Jermyn Street, December 16, 1869.
My dear Prestwich,
Many thanks for your letter. Your consent to become our President forthe next period will give as unfeigned satisfaction to the whole body ofthe Society as it does to me and your other personal friends.
I have looked upon the affair as settled since our last talk, and a verygreat relief it has been to my mind.
There is no doubt public-dinner speaking (and indeed all publicspeaking) is nervous work. I funk horribly, though I never get the leastcredit for it. But it is like swimming, the worst of it is in the firstplunge; and after you have taken your "header" it's not so bad (justlike matrimony, by the way; only don't be so mean as to go and tell acertain lady I said so, because I want to stand well in her books.)
Of course you may command me in all ways in which I can possibly be ofuse. But as one of the chiefs of the Society, and personally andscientifically popular with the whole body, you start with an immenseadvantage over me, and will find no difficulties before you.
We will consider this business formally settled, and I shall speak of itofficially.
Ever yours very faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
[I cannot place the following letter to Matthew Arnold with certainty,but it must have been written about this period. (The most probable datebeing 1869, for on July 1 of that year he dined with Matthew Arnold atHarrow.) Everyone will sympathise with the situation:—]
26 Abbey Place, July 8.
My dear Arnold,
Look at Bishop Wilson on the sin of covetousness and then inspect yourumbrella stand. You will there see a beautiful brown smooth-handledumbrella which is NOT your property.
Think of what the excellent prelate would have advised and bring it withyou next time you come to the club. The porter will take care of it forme.
Ever yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
[The following letter shows how paleontological work was continuallypouring in upon him:—]
Jermyn Street, May 7, 1869.
My dear Darwin,
Do you recollect recommending that the "Nassau," which sailed underCaptain Mayne's command for Magellan's Straits some years ago shouldexplore a fossiliferous deposit at the Gallegos River?
They visited the place the other day as you will see by Cunningham'sletter which I enclose, and got some fossils which are now in my hands.
The skull to which Cunningham refers, consists of little more than thejaws, but luckily nearly all the teeth are in place, and prove it to bean entirely new ungulate mammal with teeth in uninterrupted series likeAnoplotherium, about as big as a small horse.
What a wonderful assemblage of beasts there seems to have been in SouthAmerica! I suspect if we could find them all they would make theclassification of the Mammalia into a horrid mess.
Ever yours faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
[And on July 16, 1869, he writes again to Darwin:—]
To tell you the truth, what with fossils, Ethnology and the greatquestion of "Darwinismus" which is such a worry to us all, I have lostsight of the collectors and naturalists "by grace of the dredge," almostas completely as you have.
[Indeed, the pressure was so great that he resolved to give up the
Hunterian Lectures at the College of Surgeons, as he had already given
up the Fullerian Professorship at the Royal Institution. So he writes to
Professor (afterwards Sir William) Flower:—]
Jermyn Street, June 7, 1869.
PRIVATE, CONFIDENTIAL, PARTICULAR.
My dear Flower,
I have written to Quain [President of the Royal College of Surgeons.] totell him that I do not propose to be put in nomination for the HunterianChair this year. I really cannot stand it with the British Associationhanging over my head. So make thy shoulders ready for the gown, andpractise the goose-step in order to march properly behind the mace, andI will come and hear your inaugural.
Ever yours,
T.H. Huxley.
[The meeting of the Association to which he refers took place at Exeter,and he writes of it to Darwin (September 28):—]
As usual, your abominable heresies were the means of getting me into allsorts of hot water at the Association. Three parsons set upon you, andif you were the most malicious of men you could not have wished them tohave made greater fools of themselves than they did. They gotconsiderably chaffed, and that was all they were worth. [(It is perhapsscarcely worth while exhuming these long-forgotten arguments in theirentirety; but anyone curious enough to consult the report of the meetingpreserved in the files of the "Academy," will find, among other things,an entirely novel theory as to the relation of the Cherubim toterrestrial creation.)
And to Tyndall, whom an accident had kept in Switzerland:—]
After a sharp fight for Edinburgh, Liverpool was adopted as the place ofmeeting for the Association of 1870, and I am to be President; althoughthe "Times" says that my best friends tremble for me. (I hope you arenot among that particular lot of my best friends.)
I think we shall have a good meeting, and you know you are pledged togive a lecture even if you come with your leg in a sling.
[The foundation of the Metaphysical Society in 1869 was not withoutinterest as a sign of the times. As in the new birth of thought whichput a period to the Middle Ages, so in the Victorian Renaissance, a vastintellectual ferment had taken immediate shape in a fierce struggle withlong established orthodoxy. But whereas Luther displaced Erasmus, andthe earlier reformers fought out the quarrel with the weapons of thetheologian rather than those of the Humanist, the latter-day reformationwas based upon the extension of the domain of positive science, upon theforce of historical criticism, and the sudden reorganisation ofaccumulated knowledge in the light of a physical theory adequate toexplain it.
These new facts and the new or re-vivified theories based upon them,remained to be reckoned with after the first storm of denunciation hadpassed by, and the meeting at Sion House in 1867 showed that some atleast of the English clergy besides Colenso and Stanley wished tounderstand the real meaning of the new movement. Although the widereffect of the scientific revival in modifying theological doctrine wasnot yet fully apparent, the irreconcilables grew fewer and less noisy,while the injustice of their attempts to stifle the new doctrine and toostracise its supporters became more glaring.
Thus among the supporters of the old order of thought, there was onesection more or less ready to learn of the new. Another, seeing that thedoctrines of which they were firmly convinced were thrust aside by therapid advance of the new school, thought, as men not unnaturally thinkin the like situation, that the latter did not duly weigh what was saidon their side. Hence this section eagerly entered into the proposal tofound a society which should bring together men of diverse views, andeffect, as they hoped, by personal discussion of the great questions atissue, in the manner and with the machinery of the learned societies, arapprochement unattainable by written debate.
The scheme was first propounded by Mr. James Knowles, then editor of the"Contemporary Review," now of the "Nineteenth Century," in conversationwith Tennyson and Professor Pritchard (Savilian Professor of Astronomyat Oxford).
Thus the Society came to be composed of men of the most opposite ways ofthinking and of very various occupations in life. The largest group wasthat of churchmen:—ecclesiastical dignitaries such as Thompson, theArchbishop of York, Ellicott, Bishop of Gloucester and Bristol, and DeanAlford; staunch laymen such as Mr. Gladstone, Lord Selborne, and theDuke of Argyll; while the liberal school was represented by DeanStanley, F.D. Maurice, and Mark Pattison. Three distinguished convertsfrom the English Church championed Roman Catholic doctrine—CardinalManning, Father Dalgairns, and W.G. Ward, while Unitarianism claimed Dr.James Martineau. At the opposite pole, in antagonism to Christiantheology and theism generally, stood Professor W.K. Clifford, whoseyouthful brilliancy was destined to be cut short by an untimely death.Positivism was represented by Mr. Frederic Harrison; and Agnosticism bysuch men of science or letters as Huxley and Tyndall, Mr. John Morley,and Mr. Leslie Stephen.
Something was gained, too, by the variety of callings followed by thedifferent members. While there were professional students of philosophy,like Professor Henry Sidgwick or Sir Alexander Grant, the Principal ofEdinburgh University, in some the technical knowledge of philosophy wasoverlaid by studies in history or letters; in others, by the practicalexperience of the law or politics; in others, again, medicine or biologysupplied a powerful psychological instrument. This fact tended to keepthe discussions in touch with reality on many sides.
There was Tennyson, for instance, the only poet who thoroughly
understood the movement of modern science, a stately but silent member;
Mr. Ruskin, J.A. Froude, Shadworth Hodgson, R.H. Hutton of the
"Spectator," James Hinton, and the well-known essayist, W.R. Greg; Sir
James FitzJames Stephen, Sir F. Pollock, Robert Lowe (Lord Sherbrooke),
Sir M.E. Grant Duff, and Lord Arthur Russell; Sir John Lubbock, Dr. W.B.
Carpenter, Sir William Gull, and Sir Andrew Clark.
Of contemporary thinkers of the first rank, neither John Stuart Mill norMr. Herbert Spencer joined the society. The letter of the formerdeclining the invitation to join (given in the "Life of W.G. Ward" page299) is extremely characteristic. He considers the object of theprojectors very laudable, "but it is very doubtful whether it will berealised in practice." The undoubted advantages of oral discussion onsuch questions are, he continues, best realised if undertaken in themanner of the Socratic dialogue, between one and one; but less so in amixed assembly. He therefore did not think himself justified in joiningthe society at the expense of other occupations for which his time wasalready engaged. And he concludes by defending himself against thecharge of not paying fair attention to the arguments of his opponents.
It followed from the composition of the society that the papers readwere less commonly upon technical questions of metaphysics, such as"Matter and Force" or "The Relation of Will to Thought," than upon thoseof more vivid moral or religious interest, such as "What is Death?" "TheTheory of a Soul," "The Ethics of Belief," or "Is God Unknowable," inwhich wide scope was given to the emotions as well as the intellect ofeach disputant.
The method of the Society was for the paper to be printed and circulatedamong the members before the meeting, so that their main criticisms wereready in advance. The discussions took place after a dinner at whichmany of the members would appear; and if the more formal debates werenot more effectual than predicted by J.S. Mill, the informaldiscussions, almost conversations, at smaller meetings, and the freecourse of talk at the dinner table, did something to realise the primaryobjects of the society. The personal rapprochement took place, but notphilosophic compromise or conversion. Whether or not the tone adoptedafter this period by the clerical party at large was affected by thebetter understanding on the part of their representatives in theMetaphysical Society of the true aims of their opponents and the honestand substantial difficulties which stood in the way of reunion, it istrue that the violent denunciations of the sixties decreased in numberand intensity; the right to free expression of reasoned opinion onserious fact was tacitly acknowledged; and, being less attacked, Huxleyhimself began to be regarded in the light of a teacher rather than aniconoclast. The question began to be not whether such opinions arewicked, but whether from the point of view of scientific method they areirrefragably true.
The net philosophical result of the society's work was to distinguishthe essential and the unessential differences between the oppositeparties; the latter were to a great extent cleared up; but the formerremained all the more clearly defined in logical nakedness for theremoval of the side issues and the personal idiosyncrasies which oftenobscured the main issues. Indeed, when this point was reached by bothparties, when the origins and consequences of the fundamental principleson either side had been fully discussed and mutual misunderstandingsremoved to the utmost, so that only the fundamentals themselves remainedin debate, there was nothing left to be done. The society, in fact, asHuxley expressed it,] "died of too much love."
[Indeed, it is to be noticed that, despite the strong antagonism ofprinciple and deductions from principle which existed among the members,the rule of mutual toleration was well kept. The state of feeling afterten years' open struggle seemed likely to produce active collisionbetween representatives of the opposing schools at close quarters.] "Weall thought it would be a case of Kilkenny cats," [said Huxley manyyears afterwards.] "Hats and coats would be left in the hall, but therewould be no owners left to put them on again." [But only one flash ofthe sort was elicited. One of the speakers at an early meeting insistedon the necessity of avoiding anything like moral disapprobation in thedebates. There was a pause; then W.G. Ward said: "While acquiescing inthis condition as a general rule, I think it cannot be expected thatChristian thinkers shall give no sign of the horror with which theywould view the spread of such extreme opinions as those advocated by Mr.Huxley." Another pause; then Huxley, thus challenged, replied: "As Dr.Ward has spoken, I must in fairness say that it will be very difficultfor me to conceal my feeling as to the intellectual degradation whichwould come of the general acceptance of such views as Dr. Ward holds."("Life of W.G. Ward" by Wilfrid Ward page 309.)
No amount of argument could have been more effectual in supporting theclaim for mutual toleration than those two speeches, and thenceforwardsuch forms of criticism were conspicuous by their absence. And wherehonesty of conviction was patent, mutual toleration was often replacedby personal esteem and regard. "Charity, brotherly love," writes Huxley,"were the chief traits of the Society. We all expended so much charity,that, had it been money, we should every one have been bankrupt."
The special part played in the society by Huxley was to show that manyof the axioms of current speculation are far from being axiomatic, andthat dogmatic assertion on some of the cardinal points of metaphysic isunwarranted by the evidence of fact. To find these seeming axioms setaside as unproven, was, it appears from his "Life," disconcerting tosuch members of the society as Cardinal Manning, whose argumentsdepended on the unquestioned acceptance of them. It was no doubt theobservation of a similar attitude of mind in Mr. Gladstone towardsmetaphysical problems which provoked Huxley to reply, when asked whetherMr. Gladstone was an expert metaphysician—"An expert in metaphysics? Hedoes not know the meaning of the word."
In addition to his share in the discussions, Huxley contributed threepapers to the society. The first, read November 17, 1869, was on "Theviews of Hume, Kant, and Whately on the logical basis of the doctrine ofthe Immortality of the Soul," showing that these thinkers agreed inholding that no such basis is given by reasoning, a part, for instance,from revelation. A summary of the argument appears in the essay on Hume("Collected Essays" 6 201 sq.)
On November 8, 1870, he read a paper, "Has a Frog a Soul? and if so, ofwhat Nature is that Soul?" Experiment shows that a frog deprived ofconsciousness and volition by the removal of the front part of itsbrain, will, under the action of various stimuli, perform many actswhich can only be called purposive, such as moving to recover itsbalance when the board on which it stands is inclined, or scratchingwhere it is made uncomfortable, or croaking when pressed in a particularspot. If its spinal cord be severed, the lower limbs, disconnected fromthe brain, will also perform actions of this kind. The question arises,Is the frog entirely a soulless automaton, performing all its actionsdirectly in response to external stimuli, only more perfectly and withmore delicate adjustment when its brain remains intact, or is its souldistributed along its spinal marrow, so that it can be divided into twoparts independent of one another?
The professed metaphysician might perhaps tend to regard suchconsideration as irrelevant; but if the starting-point of metaphysics isto be found in psychology, psychology itself depends to no small extentupon physiology. This question, however, Huxley did not pretend tosolve. In the existing state of knowledge he believed it to beinsoluble. But he thought it was not without its bearing upon thesupposed relations of soul and body in the human subject, and shouldserve to give pause to current theories on the matter.
His third paper, read January 11, 1876, was on the "Evidence of theMiracle of the Resurrection," in which he argued that there was no validevidence of actual death having taken place. His rejection of themiraculous had led to an invitation from some of his opponents in thesociety to write a paper on a definite miracle, and explain his reasonsfor not accepting it. His choice of subject was due to two reasons:firstly, it was a cardinal instance; secondly, it was a miracle notworked by Christ Himself, and therefore a discussion of its genuinenesscould offer no suggestion of personal fraud, and hence would avoidinflicting gratuitous pain upon believers in it.
This certainty that there exist many questions at present insoluble,upon which it is intellectually, and indeed morally wrong to assert thatwe have real knowledge, had long been with him, but, although he hadearned abundant odium by openly resisting the claims of dogmaticauthority, he had not been compelled to define his philosophicalposition until he entered the Metaphysical Society. How he came toenrich the English language with the name "Agnostic" is explained in hisarticle "Agnosticism" ("Collected Essays" 5 pages 237-239).
After describing how it came about that his mind] "steadily gravitatedtowards the conclusions of Hume and Kant," [so well stated by the latteras follows:—
The greatest and perhaps the sole use of all philosophy of pure reasonis, after all, merely negative, since it serves not as an organon forthe enlargement (of knowledge), but as a discipline for itsdelimitation; and, instead of discovering truth, has only the modestmerit of preventing error:—
he proceeds:—]
When I reached intellectual maturity, and began to ask myself whether Iwas an atheist, a theist, or a pantheist; a materialist or an idealist;a Christian or a freethinker; I found that the more I learned andreflected, the less ready was the answer; until, at last, I came to theconclusion that I had neither art nor part with any of thesedenominations, except the last. The one thing in which most of thesegood people were agreed was the one thing in which I differed from them.They were quite sure they had attained a certain "gnosis"—had, more orless successfully, solved the problem of existence; while I was quitesure I had not, and had a pretty strong conviction that the problem wasinsoluble. And, with Hume and Kant on my side, I could not think myselfpresumptuous in holding fast by that opinion…
This was my situation when I had the good fortune to find a place amongthe members of that remarkable confraternity of antagonists, long sincedeceased, but of green and pious memory, the Metaphysical Society. Everyvariety of philosophical and theological opinion was represented there,and expressed itself with entire openness; most of my colleagues were-ists of one sort or another; and, however kind and friendly they mightbe, I, the man without a rag of a label to cover himself with, could notfail to have some of the uneasy feelings which must have beset thehistorical fox when, after leaving the trap in which his tail remained,he presented himself to his normally elongated companions. So I tookthought, and invented what I conceived to be the appropriate title of"agnostic." It came into my head as suggestively antithetic to the"gnostic" of Church history, who professed to know so much about thevery things of which I was ignorant; and I took the earliest opportunityof parading it at our Society, to show that I, too, had a tail, like theother foxes. To my great satisfaction, the term took; and when the"Spectator" had stood godfather to it, any suspicion in the minds ofrespectable people that a knowledge of its parentage might have awakenedwas, of course, completely lulled.
[As for the dialectical powers he displayed in the debates, it wasgenerally acknowledged that in this, as well as in the power ofconducting a debate, he shared the pre-eminence with W.G. Ward. Indeed,a proposal was made that the perpetual presidency in alternate yearsshould be vested in these two; but time and health forbade.
His part in the debates is thus described in a letter to me from
Professor Henry Sidgwick:—
Dear Mr. Huxley,
I became a member of the Metaphysical Society, I think, at its firstmeeting in 1869; and, though my engagements in Cambridge did not allowme to attend regularly, I retain a very distinct recollection of thepart taken by your father in the debates at which we were presenttogether. There were several members of the Society with whosephilosophical views I had, on the whole, more sympathy; but there wascertainly no one to whom I found it more pleasant and more instructiveto listen. Indeed I soon came to the conclusion that there was only oneother member of our Society who could be placed on a par with him as adebater, on the subjects discussed at our meetings; and that was,curiously enough, a man of the most diametrically oppositeopinions—W.G. Ward, the well-known advocate of Ultramontanism. Ward wasby training, and perhaps by nature, more of a dialectician; but yourfather was unrivalled in the clearness, precision, succinctness, andpoint of his statements, in his complete and ready grasp of his ownsystem of philosophical thought, and the quickness and versatility withwhich his thought at once assumed the right attitude of defence againstany argument coming from any quarter. I used to think that while othersof us could perhaps find, on the spur of the moment, AN answer more orless effective to some unexpected attack, your father seemed always ableto find THE answer—I mean the answer that it was reasonable to give,consistently with his general view, and much the same answer that hewould have given if he had been allowed the fullest time fordeliberation.
The general tone of the Metaphysical Society was one of extremeconsideration for the feelings of opponents, and your father's speakingformed no exception to the general harmony. At the same time I seem toremember him as the most combative of all the speakers who took aleading part in the debates. His habit of never wasting words, and theedge naturally given to his remarks by his genius for clear andeffective statement, partly account for this impression; still I used tothink that he liked fighting, and occasionally liked to give play to hissarcastic humour—though always strictly within the limits imposed bycourtesy. I remember that on one occasion when I had read to the Societyan essay on the "Incoherence of Empiricism," I looked forward with somelittle anxiety to his criticisms; and when they came, I felt that myanxiety had not been superfluous; he "went for" the weak points of myargument in half a dozen trenchant sentences, of which I shall notforget the impression. It was hard hitting, though perfectly courteousand fair.
I wish I could remember what he said, but the memory of all the wordsuttered in these debates has now vanished from my mind, though I recallvividly the general impression that I have tried briefly to put down.
Believe me, yours very truly,
Henry Sidgwick.
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