The Autobiography of Charles DarwinDarwin, Charles
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The Autobiography of Charles Darwin
Darwin, Charles
Darwin, Charles, 1809-1882; Darwin, Charles, 1809-1882. On the origin of species; Naturalists -- Great Britain -- Biography
The powerful effects of Lyell’s works could formerly be plainly seen in
the different progress of the science in France and England. The
present total oblivion of Elie de Beaumont’s wild hypotheses, such as
his ‘Craters of Elevation’ and ‘Lines of Elevation’ (which latter
hypothesis I heard Sedgwick at the Geological Society lauding to the
skies), may be largely attributed to Lyell.
I saw a good deal of Robert Brown, “facile Princeps Botanicorum,” as he
was called by Humboldt. He seemed to me to be chiefly remarkable for
the minuteness of his observations, and their perfect accuracy. His
knowledge was extraordinarily great, and much died with him, owing to
his excessive fear of ever making a mistake. He poured out his
knowledge to me in the most unreserved manner, yet was strangely
jealous on some points. I called on him two or three times before the
voyage of the “Beagle”, and on one occasion he asked me to look through
a microscope and describe what I saw. This I did, and believe now that
it was the marvellous currents of protoplasm in some vegetable cell. I
then asked him what I had seen; but he answered me, “That is my little
secret.”
He was capable of the most generous actions. When old, much out of
health, and quite unfit for any exertion, he daily visited (as Hooker
told me) an old man-servant, who lived at a distance (and whom he
supported), and read aloud to him. This is enough to make up for any
degree of scientific penuriousness or jealousy.
I may here mention a few other eminent men, whom I have occasionally
seen, but I have little to say about them worth saying. I felt a high
reverence for Sir J. Herschel, and was delighted to dine with him at
his charming house at the Cape of Good Hope, and afterwards at his
London house. I saw him, also, on a few other occasions. He never
talked much, but every word which he uttered was worth listening to.
I once met at breakfast at Sir R. Murchison’s house the illustrious
Humboldt, who honoured me by expressing a wish to see me. I was a
little disappointed with the great man, but my anticipations probably
were too high. I can remember nothing distinctly about our interview,
except that Humboldt was very cheerful and talked much.
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