Dear old Darwin
If I cannot get to Down before you go to the Isle of Wight—do you think that I might see you there for a day in August?2 I shudder at the thought of bringing you my Address—& at the same time cannot bear the cowardice of not doing so.3
I have utterly broken down in any attempt to compose a solemn Scientific harangue, or a philosophical resumé of the progress of Botany, or a dilatation on the correlation of Botany with other Sciences, I cannot possibly give the 3 clear weeks of continuous application that such subjects demand, & I am going to say so—4 I have sketched out a sort of see-saw discourse on several subjects that are Germane to the Association & the Norwich meeting par excellence:—some of them are practical (as Museums)5 others theoretical as the influence of your labour on Botany6—& Pangenesis (God help it)—7 others touch “Tom Tidler’s ground” as the early history of mankind apropos of religious teaching & the International Prehistoric congress, which part I feel convinced you will advise me to burn if I read it to you, which is hence doubtful, as I sha’nt burn it, but will read it, if I burn for it.8
I do not intend to shew any part of the address to my wife, from the conviction that she would burn it all nor shall I worry myself by telling anybody else anything at all about it. I have written very little of it as yet & I will not go touting about for matter or illustrations.
My wife has made a marvellous recovery & she & the child are doing admirably. She is more fond of it than of any previous one, & it appears to be a sharp little thing at 5 weeks.9
How about the book on Man.10
Ever yr affec | J D Hooker.
Please cite as “DCP-LETT-6272,” in Ɛpsilon: The Charles Darwin Collection accessed on