Cambridge, Mass.
April 11, 1863.
My Dear Darwin
You see that—at length—the thing is nearly done—and—to use the expression here rebeldom is “gone up” You have long seen, I suppose, that I was right in saying there was but one possible end to the war.— also that the continuance for a time or abolition of slavery depended simply on the rebels—that if the[y] obstinately and persistently resisted, slavery was thereby doomed.1
It has been a long, wearing and trying work. But the country has had the needed patience and nerve.— and the thing is done—once for all, at great cost, but to immen⟨se⟩ and enduring advantage.
You are the only Britisher I ever write to on this subject, and, in fact, for whose opinions about our country I care at all.2
So I hasten to rejoice with you over the beginning of the end.
How is your health? Ever, dear Darwin, | Yours cordially A. Gray
Please cite as “DCP-LETT-4081,” in Ɛpsilon: The Charles Darwin Collection accessed on