My dear Hooker
I read in your note as far as “unutterable mortification” & was in despair, for I came instantly to the conclusion that probably Government had determined to give up Kew Gardens!! & you may imagine how I laughed when I came to the real Cause of your mortification.2 It is the funniest thing in the world that you do not rejoice; for you have (& I never have) put in print that you do not believe in multiple creation, & therefore you surely shd. rejoice at every conceivable means of dispersal. Well, I & my wife have enjoyed a jolly laugh, & all the more from fully believing for a second that some great calamity had befallen you.— If you publish a note on the seed, please be sure state that the seeds “were procured by the kind intervention of H. M. Consul Mr T. Carew Hunt”. Unfortunately I have not been able to read the name of the man who actually sent them; I fancy he is acting consul & the name looks like Ives
The leaf from Old Red Sandstone is a grand fact.—3
Adios my dear Hooker | Yours hatefully triumphant | C. D.
The Handkerchief is Mrs. Hooker.
I am very sorry to hear about Sharpe.—4
I really cannot get up steam for London so soon again: I was horribly knocked up by the Fireworks.—5
I shall be particularly glad to see your Review of Decandolle whenever I can.6
Please cite as “DCP-LETT-1885,” in Ɛpsilon: The Charles Darwin Collection accessed on