6. Q. Anne St. W.
Friday Morning 8o.30’ A.M.
My dear Horace.
We are so rejoiced, for we have just had a card from that good George in Cambridge, saying that you are all right & safe through the accursed Little Go.—1 I am so glad, & now you can follow the bent of your talents & work as hard at Mathematicks & science, as your health will permit.2
I have been speculating last night what makes a man a discoverer of undiscovered things, & a most perplexing problem it is.— Many men who are very clever,—much cleverer than discoverers,—never originate anything. As far as I can conjecture, the art consists in habitually searching for the causes or meaning of everything which occurs. This implies sharp observation & requires as much knowledge as possible of the subjects investigated. But why I write all this now, I hardly know,—except out of the fullness of my heart; for I do rejoice heartily that you have passed this Charybdis—
Your affectionate Father | C. Darwin
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