We have been in South Wales, in the neighbourhood of the Colliers, and are on our way to the Wallers for the Festival week at Gloucester. We hope to get back to Eastbourne in the latter half of September and find the house clean swept and garnished. After that, by the way, it is NOT nice to say that we shall hope to have a visit from Mrs. Foster and you.
With our love to you both.
Ever yours,
T.H. Huxley.
I am glad you are resting, but oh, why another Congress!
Hodeslea, Eastbourne, June 21, 1892.
My dear Donnelly,
You have been and done me at last, you betrayer of confidence. This is what comes of confiding one's pet weakness to a bosom-friend!
But I can't deny my own words, or the accuracy of your devil of a memory—and, moreover, I think the precedent of great importance.
I have always been dead against orders of merit and the like, but I think that men of letters and science who have been of use to the nation (Lord knows if I have) may fairly be ranked among its nominal or actual councillors.