Parkstone, Dorset.
March 11th. 1894
My dear Violet1
I have been persuaded to go to Cambridge tomorrow to attend a Conversazione of the Camb[ridge]. Univ[ersity]. Nat[ional]. Science Club— (500th meeting) and read a paper. I am going to stay with Mr. Myers2 & shall meet Prof[essor]. & Mrs. Sidgwick.3,4 They wanted to give me a degree— another "Dr.!"— but I declined with thanks!
I suppose Mr. Lund’s party is to go next August or July so there is plenty of time. I dare say I can "stump up" half, as you elegantly observe, & take it out in Alpine plants. [2] Ask him if he will take Ma5 as well, & then she can collect the plants & send to me.
I met Capt[ai]n Burton6 several times, & once spent an evening, I think, at his rooms in London not very long after he was married. I was also there — at the Dialectical Society7 — when he read a paper, I think. Mrs. Burton8 is a fine writer — better than he was.
We shall be at home at Easter & shall be glad to see Miss Lund. By all means get a better engagement, if you can, but do not do [3] anything towards giving up Liverpool till you have secured something else. The longer you stay there the better chance you will have of getting something good, as experience always counts for a great deal.
I have got my "Social Economy" article — which Harris refused after it was set up & proofs corrected — sold for £.10. to form part of a book on the new Reforms &c.. but I shall not be sure of the money till I get it!
[4] Of news here there is more. Last week there was a lecture on the Ober Ammergau9[sic] Passion play with Lantern Illustrations— 2/610 tickets, for Church &c. We all went thinking of course it would be good. At the very beginning the lecturer said he would devote an hour to preliminary matter, & another hour to the play. He began showing a view of the steam ship he went over in! & told us the dinners were good!! Then views of Hamburgh,[sic] & of some pictures in the churches there— All the time he was simply gabbling, almost unintelligibly, so after 5 minutes I got up and walked home. The rest staid[sic], of course, the room was crammed, but he "gabbled" to the end, only about a quarter of the exhibition was devoted to the play itself — so I was glad I cut it.
Your affectionate Papa | Alfred R. Wallace [signature]
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