Kew
Sept 15/63
Dear old Darwin
I really have nothing worth writing about, but obey the Spirit’s motion to creep towards you with a letter— Thwaites of Ceylon seems to suffer as you do from Nettle rash, swelling up terribly— the slightest acid brings it on with him.1
I shall take care that you have a Calamus (climbing Palm) when you are ready for it.2
I sent you a letter from A Gray two days ago.3
Miss Henslow’ died last week at Cheltenham & I spent the week there being her chief executor I had a lot of matters to attend to besides burying her.4
I am working away at the New Zealand Flora—5 Your admission of a previous continental extension of that Island excites all my attention—& I am most anxious to know what you have to say on the subject. Now that you have so taken it up I expect that great light will be thrown on the whole subject of Southern distribution—what I have longed to see some master hand at work upon.6
I am still extremely puzzled at the prodigious & undue amount of variation amongst new Zealand plants;—whole genera more undifferentiated by far than Rosa & Rubus with us, i.e. the genus presenting far greater diversity of form & yet the species all as intimately connected by intermediates. This may be due to there being plenty of space for preservation of intermediates: Can this be accounted for by the land rising, & increased space thus being afforded— We (you & I) clash a little here Extreme diversity of form should according to you, follow on much destruction of individuals.—7 According to me if you give space enough you will have as much variation as if you killed off in a smaller area, & New Zealand looks like a case in point.— The quantity of marvellous odd form of Veronica, e.g. from the Middle Island8 is quite extraordinary & yet however odd, you can trace their origin in slight characters of previously discovered forms. An enormous proportion of the N.Z. Flora is made up of endemic species of a few rather widely distributed genera—more so than any other country I know of— I am getting intensely interested in the work.—but “heu me miserum”9 I am only half through the descriptive work! And now in my old age I am threatened with having to do Flora Indica, which I had abandoned all intention of taking up long ago.10 The Indian Govt. talk of commissioning me to do it.11 Pay would tempt me, but only because it would hold out a prospect of early retirement from the struggle of scientific work for one’s livelyhood—& shaking the dust off my feet at the Govt & Kew Gardens—but for God’s sake let this go no further— I regard succession to my fathers place with horror.12 Not that a better scientific place exists in the world except my own. I am beginning too to hate the οἱ πολλοι13 of Science— Huxley, Lubbock14 & half a dozen others are enough for me, of the workers, outside my own immediate pale which includes only yourself Bentham Oliver & Thomson.15 As to Murchisonian science16 & all that sort of thing, like K.C Bs.17 it makes me sick to read his science at the New Castle meeting.18
Lyell I have not seen even for 6 months.—nor the Horners nor Falconer,—19 perhaps when the Phil. Club meets again I shall feel a little more charitable & loving to my betters—20 meanwhile I am sunning myself in the vacation of scientific Society as far as I am concerned, & besotting over Wedgewood ware.21
On Monday I have to go down to Chatsworth22 to inspect the plant cultivation there & to Biddulph Grange (the Batem⟨an⟩ place)23 & shall probably break away to Stafford & see the potteries24 (don’t sneer) but if you know any one there that has interest to show me over a good pottery establishment ⟨send⟩ me a line care of Jas ⟨Bateman⟩ Esqre. Biddulph Gra⟨nge⟩ Cheshire.—where I s⟨hall be⟩ Monday to Wednes⟨day⟩ ⟨Let⟩ me know how you a⟨ll are⟩ getting on.— Henrietta25 ⟨ ⟩ & all
I saw Huxley the other da⟨y⟩ looking well, you heard I suppose ⟨of⟩ the awful death of his brother.—26 The N.H. Review is made over to Sclater & Oliver as Editors ⟨in C⟩hief.—& the thing is to be made more of a Review of next year.27
We are all extremely well— My wife sends her love to you & Mrs Darwin
Ever dear Darwin | Yr aff | J D Hooker
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