Down, | Beckenham, Kent.
Nov 21. 1872
My dear Herbert
I have just published a book on Expression, & I have told my publisher to send you a copy, as I have thought that you might like to read it.1 Any how I should very much like to recall to you some remembrance of your old friend.
When I think, as I sometimes do with mournful pleasure, of the old jolly days at Barmouth & Cambridge, I feel as if I were some other individual—2
Do you remember giving me anonymously a microscope?3 I can hardly call to mind any event in my life which surprised & gratified me more.
I should very much like to hear a little news about yourself & Mrs Herbert4 & your doings & how your health is.
I am one of those wretched beings who ought to be exterminated, namely a confirmed invalid; but as long as I live a quite uniform life I am able to do some daily work in natural history; & this is all that I am good for in this world.
My wife joins in very kind remembrances to yourself & Mrs Herbert. I beg you to let me hear a little news of yourself & believe me | dear old friend | yours very sincerely | Charles Darwin
Can you tell me any thing about Whitley? I have lately seen S. Butler, the author of that clever book Erewhon, & the son of Tom Butler. The latter, as far as I can gather, has become a very unpleasant old man—5
P.S. My wife commands me to say, & I can say with perfect truth that this letter gives a false impression if it implies that I am not a happy man—
Please cite as “DCP-LETT-8639,” in Ɛpsilon: The Charles Darwin Collection accessed on