Dear Darwin
I am atrociously idle & prefer writing to you to anything else. What a bitter disappointment it must have been to put off the Lyells! but what could you do— pray God the Eczema has come out & relieved you ere this.2
Do not make “boiled greens” of your plants. Any of these tropical things that look sickly &c had better have a bell-glass over them, tilted at the bottom to let air in.3
Do not be in a hurry about repotting these tender little things, or you will lose them. The Sonerila likes a nice moist-warmth, but not too hot.—& perhaps screening from sun, but the art & mystery of screening is utterly unintelligable to me.
Falconer is working up to a state of savagery against Lyells book, & has arrived at a state of virtuous indignation about his treatment of Prestwich & Gunn’s labors, which is the prelude to an onslaught about his own I expect in regard to the bone caves.4 I hear that Lyell will answer Owen in tomorrows Athenæum—if so I will send it on by tomorrow’s post, & you can return it, by Mondays. if done with5
I must read the Aye-Aye paper6 but I hear that his onslaught on Nasmyth in 1851 (in I think the Med. Chirurg. review) is the masterpiece of Scientific vituperation & Billingsate, & well worth the perusal—7 perhaps I shall get it & if so will let you know.
We had a good meeting at Linnean last night, & a very long paper by F. Smith on Wallaces Hymenopt insects distribution, & the very dullest thing I ever heard.8 I do hope that Bates will write more & keep Entomology within the pale of Science—9
Wallace made a very few remarks worth all the paper.10
I doubt getting down on a Sunday to you—as I have promised to go to Lubbocks on the 21st. to meet Colenso!11
You must stick for a few months to your Variation book & take the experiments mildly.12
I have 4 tubers of the Wild Potato— how shall I proceed with them?13 My life is too great a worry to experiment properly. & I cannot bring mind or time to bear upon it. I do assure you that without joking Wedgewoods are an unspeakable relief to me—14 I look over them every Sunday morning—& poke into all the little 2d. hand shops I pass in London seeking medallions. The prices of vases are quite incredible— I saw a lovely butter-boat, & was quite determined to go up to 30/ for it,—at the dirtiest little pig stye of a subterranean hole in the wall of a shop you ever were in,—the price was £25. All this amuses me vastly—& is an enjoyable contrast to grim science. No Lady enjoys bonnets more heartily!
Ever my dear Darwin | Yours affect | J D Hooker
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