My dear Donnelly,
We have struck our camp at Milford, and I am going down to Devonshire and Cornwall to-morrow—partly on Fishery business, partly to see if I can shake myself straighter by change of air. I am possessed by seven devils—not only blue, but of the deepest indigo—and I shall try to transplant them into a herd of Cornish swine.
The only thing that comforts me is Gordon's telegrams. Did ever a poor devil of a Government have such a subordinate before? He is the most refreshing personality of this generation.
I shall be back by 30th September—and I hope in better condition for harness than now.
Ever yours very faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
[Replying to General Donnelly's arguments against his resigning all his official posts, he writes:—]
Dartmouth, September 21, 1884.
My dear Donnelly,
Your letters, having made a journey to Penzance (where I told my wife I should go last Friday, but did not, and brought up here instead) turned up this morning.