Kew
Feby 3d/65.
My dear Darwin
I hope you are better— I am pretty well, but somehow not over strong & bothered with eczema in the lobes of the ear, for which I am put upon Mercury & Iodide of Iron by Startin.1
Poor old Falconer!2 how my mind runs back to those happiest of all my days, that I used to spend at Down 20 years ago.—when I left your house with my heart in my mouth like a school-boy.3 We had heard he was ill on Wednesday or Thursday & sent daily to enquire, but the report was so good on Saturday that we sent no more, & on Monday night he died.4 We had dined together at the Athenæum5 just 10 days before. He took cold on the day of that awful fog—Rheumatic fever & Bronchitis. From the first his heart did not act, & his attendant, Dr Murchison,6 took a gloomy view of his case— still on Friday he rallied & Dr M. thought the worst was over, or at least said so: on Saturday the heart again gave way & no stimulant sufficed to get it to act— on Sunday there was no more hope. He suffered terribly— he was fixed with pain, could not move a muscle, & the sweat rolled down his face & ears with agony. Poor dear old Falconer he had led the worst life for his temperament that was possible— At Post. Mort. his heart was found choked with fatty deposits. I go to the grave tomorrow with Thomson Bentham & many friends.7
What a mountainous mass of admirable & accurate information dies with our dear old friend.— I shall miss him greatly not only personally, but as a scientific man of unflinching & uncompromising integrity—& of great weight in Murchisonian & other counsels where ballast is sadly needed.8 The inconceivability of our being born for nothing better than such a paltry existence as ours’ is, gives me some hope of meeting in a better world. What does it all mean.— When we think what millions upon millions of lives & intellects it has taken to work up to a knowledge of gravity & Natural selection, we really do seem a contemptible creation intellectually & when we feel the death of friends more keenly the older we grow, we do strike me as being corporeally most miserable, for we have no pleasures to compensate fully for our griefs & pains: these alone are unalloyed.
To return to the present your paper went off extremely well last night.9 Currey read it well,—right well.10 Masters pointed out that all terete petioles had closed bundles.11 & Bentham said that there were interesting Legumes, uniting Nissolia with others & Aphaca, which would afford you capital means of testing your views.12 These last were most seductive & interesting.
Ever Yrs affec | J D Hooker.
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